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𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 Part 2 (𝔽𝕦𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕩 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

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Summary: Fujin meets his elusive thief once again, and they have a heart to heart talk about the reader's past.

Word Count: 2.6k words.

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Months had passed since their first encounter, and the memory of (Y/n) lingered in Fujin's mind like a whisper on the wind. The wind god had fulfilled his duties diligently, attending to the realms and protecting the balance of nature. But there was always a part of him that yearned for another encounter with the free-spirited thief who had stolen not only his attention but also a piece of his heart.

It was disappointing to know that (Y/n) Tsung hadn't yet made another attempt at stealing another item, despite what his brother would no doubt have to say should he be the one to discover her.

As the sun cast its golden rays upon the tranquil landscape, Fujin stood atop a grassy hill overlooking a bustling marketplace. It was a place where merchants displayed their goods, and people from all walks of life mingled and traded. The wind carried the sweet scent of spices and the chatter of eager voices.

He enjoyed not only watching over, but participating in the markets - such a simple yet joyous experience. As he strolled through the vibrant stalls, Fujin couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and connection to the world around him. The colourful array of fruits, vibrant fabrics, and intricate crafts enticed his senses.

The locals knew of his presence and divine status, as well as that of his older brother, and they were beloved and worshipped figures, considering how close the markets took place to the Shaolin temples. For the most part, he was greeted by many, and he loved meeting new people, seeing new faces, and making new friends, as each individual human was something to be treasured.

Even with everything happening around him, he felt that emptiness in his eternal heart. His day to day life was dull otherwise, and he longed to see that forbidden fruit again that was (Y/n) Tsung.

Fujin was taken from his thoughts when he felt a figure push past him, seemingly in a hurry to get by. He allowed them, though a little taken a back by their rude gesture as he watched them.

They had on a hooded cloak, obscuring their identity as they travelled. Though, when he saw them outstretch a hand and nick an apple from a nearby stall, he knew exactly who he was looking at.

He grinned.

Swiftly, Fujin followed in her wake, weaving through the bustling marketplace with ease, his divine agility allowing him to keep up with her nimble steps. He admired the way she effortlessly blended into the crowd, her presence both elusive and magnetic.

As he caught up to her, Fujin reached out a grabbed a handful of her cloak. (Y/n) stumbled slightly as Fujin yanked her cloak, causing her hood to fall back and reveal her head of (h/c) hair. Surprise and amusement danced in her eyes as she turned to face him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Fujin?" she called his name, her voice filled with a mixture of teasing and genuine delight. "I must say, I didn't expect to encounter you so soon. And at a market, no less."

Fujin chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I have a knack for finding what I'm looking for," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "And it seems I've found you once again, my elusive thief."

She playfully raised an eyebrow.

"Thief, you say? I prefer to think of myself as a liberator of valuable items," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But I suppose thief has a certain ring to it."

He grinned, enjoying their banter and the familiar chemistry that crackled between them.

"Oh, I have no doubt you have a talent for liberating things," he said, his voice low and filled with innuendo. "Though, I must ask. Are you intending on paying for that?"

(Y/n) let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She glanced down at the apple in her hand and then back at Fujin, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Paying? Where's the fun in that?" she replied with a playful smirk. "Besides, I'm sure the vendor won't miss one little apple."

"I would have been more than happy to purchase food for you, (Y/n)," Fujin sighed, raising a brow at her. "Though I suppose you're right, they most likely won't notice that apple's absence."

"Why don't you come walk with me, wind god?" she asked of him, breathing on the skin of her apple before rubbing it on her shirt. "I've not seen you in a while."

Fujin's gaze softened as he observed her playful nature, a fond smile gracing his lips. The wind gently rustled their hair as they strolled through the bustling marketplace.

"So, (Y/n)," Fujin began, "What's been keeping you away from the Sky Temple. Are you much too intimidated to try your scheme out again?"

(Y/n) laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she walked alongside Fujin. She took a moment to enjoy the lively atmosphere of the marketplace before responding.

"Intimidated? Not at all," she replied, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "I've simply been caught up, is all. Like, literally. I was being held captive."

Fujin's playful expression turned into one of concern as he turned his full attention to (Y/n). The wind stilled around them, creating a momentary calm in the midst of the bustling market.

"Held captive?" Fujin repeated, his voice laced with worry. "What happened? Are you alright?"

(Y/n) waved her hand dismissively, trying to ease his concern.

"Oh, don't worry about me. It was nothing I couldn't handle. Just a little adventure gone awry. I may have underestimated the security measures of a certain treasure vault," she confessed sheepishly. Fujin's concern didn't waver, and he furrowed his brows.

"You should have informed me. I would have come to your aid," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Now how bad would that you look for you, my friend?" (Y/n) pointed out, raising a brow at him, "Protector of Earthrealm and God of wind being buds with Shang Tsung's daughter."

Fujin paused for a moment, considering her words. She had a point. As a deity tasked with safeguarding Earthrealm, his association with Shang Tsung's daughter would undoubtedly raise eyebrows and potentially cause complications.

"You make a good point, my dear," he sighed, his eyes casting toward her direction once more, "though I wish it weren't this way." "You trust me way too much, deity," (Y/n) sighed as they reached the end of the market, subconsciously continuing into the forest which outstretched beyond it. "I sense no ill-intentions from you," Fujin told her, giving her a small smile, "had I, I would've dealt with you by now."

(Y/n) chuckled softly, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Ah, so that's your measure of trust," she replied, her voice filled with playful sarcasm. "If you hadn't dealt with me by now, then I must be alright."

Fujin nodded, a hint of mischief in his gaze.

"Indeed, it's a fool-proof method," he said, matching her playful tone.

(Y/n) laughed, her eyes shining with amusement.

"I see your confidence is unwavering," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

They shared a moment of comfortable silence between them, as an unspoken agreement formed between them that told them to keep walking together like this, through the forest. Though, Fujin hadn't seen her in such a long time, and was eager to catch up some more.

"Who exactly had you held captive for so long?" Fujin asked, still intrigued by the conversation they had just had before. "Oh, he's a nobody. Just my ex-boyfriend, Erron," (Y/n) sighed, scratching the back of her neck. "He's a real piece of work. But then again, aren't I for trying to infiltrate Kotal Kahn's place? I wouldn't have even bothered had I known he worked for him." "Erron Black?" he asked, raising a brow at her, "goodness, I hadn't known the two of you were an item at some point." "I don't exactly tell people, and neither did he. Honestly it's embarrassing enough having to be his ex, imagine how embarrassing it was to be his girlfriend," (Y/n) scoffed, running a hand through her hair. "We've got a complicated past. We were never a conventional couple, that's for sure. Our paths crossed during one of my adventures, and there was an undeniable attraction between us. But our differences ultimately drove us apart."

Somewhat of a smile played at (Y/n)'s lips, as she revelled in that bittersweet sense of nostalgia that came with remembering her past with that other man.

"I don't even know if he was there to be with me, or use my body, to be completely honest with you," she sighed, her vision straight ahead though she didn't seem focused on anything in particular. "But...it was nice to feel wanted for once, I guess."

Fujin could sense the mix of emotions swirling within (Y/n) as she opened up about her past with Erron Black. He understood that nostalgia could be both comforting and painful, especially when looking back at complicated relationships.

"Though your body is quite fantastic, it's important that your lover is there for your soul too," Fujin added, cheekily though his words were also wise. "Your body is only temporary, your soul is forever."

(Y/n) flushed bright red at the remark, and though she tried her hardest to conceal her reaction, her efforts were ultimately in vain, and Fujin couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm sorry if that was too forward," he laughed, smiling down at her affectionately, "I tend to speak my mind, sometimes to the point of teasing. Please forgive me." "No, no...don't be sorry," (Y/n) spluttered, waving her hands in a dismissive way, flustered as ever. "I'm just...flattered, is all. And...not used to the compliments."

Fujin's laughter subsided, replaced by a gentle understanding. He could sense (Y/n)'s vulnerability and how unfamiliar she was with receiving sincere compliments.

"Well, get used to it because you deserve every bit of praise that comes your way," Fujin said, his voice filled with sincerity. "You possess qualities that go far beyond physical beauty. Your strength, courage, and resilience are truly admirable."

(Y/n) looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and gratitude. It was as if Fujin's words were shining a light on parts of herself that she had forgotten or overlooked.

"You're just saying that," (Y/n) let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh as she shook her head, looking away from him. "I don't say things just for the sake of saying them," Fujin assured her, walking a little closer to her, so that that her shoulder would brush against him as they strolled. "These words come from my heart, and they are meant for you, and you alone."

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading within her at Fujin's words and his gentle proximity. His presence provided a sense of comfort that she hadn't realized she was craving.

Walking ahead, (Y/n) abruptly turned around to face Fujin, stopping the both of them in their tracks as she looked up at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Tell me this, Fujin," she began, her tone quite serious though he could sense her playful undertone as always, "why are you so interested in me?"

Fujin met (Y/n)'s gaze, his eyes unwavering as he considered her question. In all honesty, he didn't have a straight answer himself. He just...liked her. He liked being around her, even if this was only their second meeting. His intuition spoke to him, and of all people, it wanted her.

"To put it simply, (Y/n), I can't quite explain why I'm so interested in you," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity. "Sometimes, the heart simply knows what it wants, and it's drawn to certain individuals without any logical reasoning. All one can do is listen."

She stared at him for a moment, allowing herself to process his words in a quiet contemplation. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath as she thought, and it's serene nature didn't keep her thinking for very long.

"...you...you hardly even know me," she huffed, looking away from him. "You're right, (Y/n), but I want to."

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest, a mix of uncertainty and intrigue. She had been guarded for so long, protecting herself from the world and its complexities. But here was Fujin, offering her a chance to be known, to be seen.

"I've built walls around myself," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to let someone in. Not again, not after the way he treated me."

There was a quiet thump as (Y/n) felt back into the grass, below the thick stump of a plum blossom. She took a moment to feel the earth below her, threading her fingers into the grass as she inhaled deeply, taking in all the smells around.

Fujin watched her, his gaze soft yet intent. He respected her vulnerability and the walls she had built to protect herself. He knew that trust couldn't be forced or rushed—it had to be earned.

Quietly, Fujin knelt down beside her, mirroring her actions and feeling the grass between his own fingers. The earth seemed to respond to their presence, embracing them in its ancient wisdom. He wanted (Y/n) to know that he would be patient, that he would wait for her to find the courage to let someone in again.

"There doesn't need to be any strings tied to this," Fujin said gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "No expectations, no pressure. I simply enjoy your company and want to know you better. It's okay to take things one step at a time."

She gazed at him thoughtfully, her eyes taking the time to memorise all of his features.

Fujin met her gaze, his own eyes reflecting a quiet intensity and a genuine curiosity about the person before him. He appreciated the thoughtful way she observed him, as if she was cataloging every nuance, every detail.

The forest around them seemed to echo their stillness, and the world beyond their small haven felt distant and unimportant. In this moment, it was just the two of them, the earth beneath them, and the secrets of their hearts.

Then, a small chuckle, one which fell from (Y/n)'s lips.

She sat up.

"You know, Lord Fujin," she began, getting up from off the ground and brushing herself off. "I think that if I see you one more time, I just might fall in love with you."

She sighed, he back to him though she had her head turned so she could see him in the corner of her eye.

"...so, I suppose we can wait and see til then, can't we?"

Without so much as another word, she disappeared into a plume of dark smoke.

Fujin watched her vanish into the plume of dark smoke, his heart feeling strangely light yet heavy all at once. Her words lingered in the air, echoing through the quiet forest. He couldn't help but smile, touched by her honesty and the hint of vulnerability she had shown.

"As you wish," he whispered softly to the empty space where she had stood.

Fujin remained there for a while, alone in the forest, the fading echoes of her laughter in his ears and the memory of her presence in his heart. It was a moment he would carry with him, a fragment of something beautiful and unexpected.

With a final glance at the tranquil woods, he too vanished into the wind, leaving the forest to its ancient secrets and the promise of another meeting, whenever fate deemed it so.

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𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 - Part 3 (Fujin x Tsung! Reader)

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Summary: After her last fight with her father, (Y/n) has been plagued with paranoia that something else bad will happen. This would prove right, as, like what happened with Kitana and Mileena, his father had an ulterior motive to replace her.

Word Count: 6.5K Words

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"You dare return to me without (Y/n)?!?!"

Shang Tsung had been reluctant to return to Shao Kahn at all, given he couldn't carry out his exact orders of bringing his own daughter back to Outworld. Though, he wouldn't have returned at all had he not had an alternative to offer the emperor.

"You are a disgrace sorcerer!! I'll have you executed-"

"With all due respect, emperor," Shang Tsung cut the angry man off, holding a halting hand up in front of himself, "I did not return empty handed."

Intrigued, Shao Kahn allowed himself to calm down, as he waited patiently for Shang to continue.

"While I was not able to obtain (Y/n), I was able to create something...much more powerful."

Shang Tsung turned to his side, as though he was signalling for someone to come forward.

From the shadows, emerged someone. They didn't just walk out of the shadows, it seemed that they were a part of the shadows - like they wielded them. They made themself known, their figure and face reminiscent of (Y/n) though their skin was much paler, and was covered in ancient symbols.

They approached Shang Tsung, and he placed a hand on their shoulder, once again turning toward Shao Kahn with an evil smirk plastered to his lips.

"Emperor, this is my daughter," he introduced her. "Her name is Kexin Tsung."

The lady bowed in his presence, graceful and delicate, though anyone could sense the malicious intent which emanated off of her.

Shao Kahn's eyes narrowed as he observed the figure before him. There was an unsettling aura that surrounded Kexin Tsung, a sense of darkness and power that both intrigued and disturbed the emperor.

"Interesting," Shao Kahn mused, his voice laced with curiosity. "So, this is your creation, Shang Tsung? A twisted reflection of your daughter?"

Shang Tsung nodded, revelling in the attention he garnered from the emperor.

"Indeed, Emperor. Kexin possesses great potential, far surpassing that of her original counterpart. She is a vessel of dark magic and ancient knowledge, moulded to serve your ambitions. She has been spliced with that of an Oni."

Kexin remained silent, her gaze fixed upon Shao Kahn. Her eyes, a haunting shade of crimson, bore into his soul, as if she could see through his façade and into the depths of his darkest desires. She exuded an air of both obedience and dangerous independence, making her intentions difficult to discern.

Shao Kahn contemplated their proposition, weighing the potential benefits and risks of accepting Kexin into his ranks. The allure of possessing such a powerful and malleable force was enticing, yet he could not shake off the underlying unease that gripped him.

Though, given how successful of a creation his own daughter, Mileena had been, he felt less reluctant to turn this away.

"Very well, Shang Tsung," Shao Kahn finally spoke, his deep voice resonating throughout the chamber. "If this creation of yours possesses even a fraction of the power you claim, then she shall be welcomed into my ranks. Serve me faithfully, Kexin Tsung, and you shall be rewarded."

Kexin's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing a glimmer of satisfaction.

"I am yours to command, Emperor," Kexin responded, her voice carrying a chilling confidence. "I shall prove my loyalty and fulfil your desires."

Shao Kahn felt his own sense of satisfaction wash over him, and he allowed a flicker of a smirk come to his lips before a more pressing matter made itself evident in his mind.

"(Y/n) is still out there, and now that she has allied with our enemies, she poses a great threat to my throne," he began, taking a seat back on the throne he spoke of. "You wish to prove your loyalty to me?"

"Bring me her head."

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Ever since her encounter with her father and his allies, (Y/n) had been on edge constantly. There wasn't a moment where she felt at peace any more, not a moment where she didn't let her guard down, even if only to eat or sleep.

Something told her that that wouldn't be the last time she saw him, as much as it seemed like that - and as much as she hoped that was the case. But she couldn't help but think on her very last moment with him, when he brushed past her hair.

It was such a nothing movement, yet...something within her told her that that moment alone would be the catalyst for something much bigger.

This was what had brought her back around to punching trees again, like she had before the tournament, before she even met Fujin. It was strangely comforting to her, to punch a tree until her hands were bleeding, until she was too tired to keep going. Even if it was a physically self-destructive training method, she would still do it - she didn't know what else to do.

The physical pain she inflicted upon herself seemed insignificant compared to the emotional turmoil she carried. It was a way to ground herself, to feel something tangible amidst the chaos that threatened to consume her. The repetitive motion and the throbbing ache in her hands provided a temporary distraction from the weight of her father's actions and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

But even as (Y/n) unleashed her fury on the innocent trees, her mind couldn't escape the memories of her last encounter with her father. The way he brushed past her hair, a seemingly inconsequential gesture, now echoed with hidden meaning. It was a puzzle piece she couldn't quite fit into the larger picture, yet she knew it held significance.

She paused for a moment, her rapid breaths mingling with the rustling of leaves, as a gust of wind caressed her face. The breeze carried a faint whisper, as if the very essence of the forest sought to console her.

But it wouldn't work. Not this time, not today.

Taking a few steps back, she brushed some of the bark off of her bloody fist, and took fighting stance once more. She riled her fist up, ready to strike the tree once more. And as she ran at the tree, she let out an animalistic cry, and braced for the impact she would make with the tree.

Though it wouldn't come, as instead, her fist would land in someone's open hand. Fujin's hand. He looked unimpressed. Even when he had appeared out of nowhere, (Y/n) was unsurprised at his sudden appearance.

"You're going to break your hand," he warned her, his hold on her fist tight though he was careful of her wounds.

Feeling the resistance of Fujin's hand against her clenched fist, (Y/n) halted her forward momentum, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze. The intensity of her frustration and anger still burned within her, but she recognized the concern in Fujin's eyes, the genuine care he held for her well-being.

"And what if I do?" she retorted, her voice laced with a mix of defiance and weariness. "What does it matter? A broken hand doesn't compare to any mental anguish within me."

"Your pain matters, (Y/n), both physical and emotional. But self-destruction won't lead you to the answers you seek. It will only perpetuate the cycle of suffering."

His words hung in the air, and (Y/n) found herself torn between her instinct to fight and the need to find a healthier path forward. The turmoil within her was palpable, visible in the way her shoulders slumped and her gaze wavered.

(Y/n) tore her bloody hand away from Fujin's, spinning around abruptly and stumbling over to the trunk of another tree. She dropped down, sitting against it, as she threaded her hands in her hair, holding her head as she sighed and allowed herself to breathe.

Fujin watched (Y/n) with a mix of understanding and concern. He knew that forcing her to change her mindset would be futile, for healing required time and personal realization. Instead, he took a step closer and sat down beside her, offering a supportive presence without intruding on her space.

Silence settled between them, the only sounds being the rustling leaves and (Y/n)'s ragged breaths. Fujin knew that the weight of her emotions was suffocating, threatening to drown her. But he also knew that she was resilient, and could overcome this and anything like it. He just wish that she knew that.

"I've seen the strength within you, (Y/n)," Fujin spoke softly, his voice carrying a comforting warmth. "You possess a resilience that is rare. I know it feels overwhelming right now, but I believe in your ability to overcome this darkness. You are a fine warrior."

He wrapped a gentle arm around her, and drew her in closer to him.

"You are my warrior."

(Y/n) instinctively leaned into him, finding solace in the warmth of his bigger body as she allowed her head to rest against him, taking in his scent as she always did when she was close to him. Fujin felt a sense of relief wash over him when she seemed to give in, even if only for the night. The way her body relaxed against him would always be a satisfying sight, though he knew they couldn't stay out there for much longer when the light was disappearing as quickly as it was.

"Won't you come inside with me, my feather?" Fujin asked, leaning back so he could look at her face properly. "It's getting dark. I'll fix up your hands and we'll make some dinner, alright?"

(Y/n) looked up at Fujin, her gaze meeting his as a faint smile played on her lips. She nodded in agreement, grateful for his care and concerned about the fading light. The thought of tending to her wounded hands and sharing a meal with him sounded comforting, a small respite from the turmoil that had consumed her.

With gentle movements, they disentangled themselves from each other's embrace and stood up. Fujin reached out a hand, offering it to (Y/n), and she took it without hesitation. They walked side by side, their fingers interlaced, as they made their way back through the forest toward the Sky Temple.

Inside, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated the cosy living space. The scent of incense lingered in the air, creating a serene atmosphere. She had began to find a comforting familiarity whenever she entered the temple, like the one she had felt a while ago when she lived with her father.

Fujin guided her to a comfortable seat, his movements gentle as he retrieved the supplies he would need to tend to his lover's battered hands, a basin of warm water, a towel and some bandages.

Sitting beside (Y/n), Fujin placed the basin of warm water in front of them, its soothing steam rising into the air. He unfolded the towel and carefully dipped it into the water, wringing it out before tenderly placing it over (Y/n)'s injured hands.

The warmth of the water enveloped her hands, easing the ache and tenderness she had ignored during her furious training. The sensation provided a stark contrast to the pain she had been inflicting upon herself, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the healing process.

Fujin's touch was gentle as he held her hands, his fingers caressing the edges of her wounds with utmost care. His eyes were filled with unwavering focus, ensuring that every gesture was delicate and precise. It was a testament to his dedication to her well-being.

In the midst of the silence, the only sound that filled the room was the gentle trickle of water droplets as Fujin carefully rinsed away the dried blood. (Y/n) watched him work, captivated by the tenderness in his touch and the unwavering love she saw reflected in his eyes.

As Fujin finished tending to her wounds, he reached for the bandages, gently wrapping them around her hands with meticulous care. With each turn, he secured the bandages in place, ensuring both support and protection for her healing injuries.

"These bandages will serve as a reminder," Fujin said, his voice holding a quiet reassurance. "A reminder of your resilience and the battles you have faced. They will bear witness to your strength and serve as a symbol of your indomitable spirit."

(Y/n) nodded, her hands cradled in Fujin's as she gazed down at the bandaged wounds. The pain had subsided, replaced by a subtle throbbing sensation that served as a reminder of her journey. Her scars, both physical and emotional, were not a sign of weakness, but of her survival so far in this harsh, cruel world.

Standing up, Fujin extended a hand toward (Y/n), inviting her to rise with him.

"Now, how about that meal, then?"

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The night was beginning to settle, and with that, as were (Y/n) and Fujin.

While (Y/n) sat at the vanity in their room, brushing her hair with the light of a candle by her to guide her in the dark, Fujin prepared for bed by changing clothes - he fancied a pair of loose fitting pants for bed, and nothing else.

As she watched his reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire him as she always did. His toned figured, his glowing tattoos, his long hair which reached past his waist. He was simply too much.

His presence was magnetic, and even in the dim light, he seemed to emit an ethereal glow. His tranquil demeanour and unwavering strength never failed to captivate her.

Putting the brush down, she turned her body to face him fully, her eyes tracing the lines of his figure as he moved gracefully. The way he effortlessly exuded confidence and poise was both mesmerizing and intimidating. It was as if he had mastered the art of being both gentle and formidable at the same time.

"You're quite the sight, Fujin," (Y/n) murmured, her voice filled with admiration. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that someone like you exists."

Fujin met her gaze, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"And yet, here I stand," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Although, you're not one to talk now, are you?"

Fujin's playful response elicited a playful grin from (Y/n), adding a spark of light-heartedness to the room.

"Sit on the bed, you," she told him, picking her hairbrush up once again and standing up herself, "I want to brush your hair."

Fujin chuckled at (Y/n)'s request, pleasantly surprised by her suggestion. He walked over to the bed and sat down. The anticipation gleamed in (Y/n)'s eyes as she joined him, settling behind him with the hairbrush in her hand.

First, she began undoing his long braid, pulling the silver rings out of his hair and unfolding each wrap which his hair was in, admiring the way his hair had formed waves from the way it had been.

Then carefully, she began running the brush through his long, flowing hair, her touch gentle and soothing. Each stroke sent a comforting sensation through Fujin, as if the tensions of the day were being eased away. He closed his eyes, revelling in the intimate moment they shared.

As (Y/n) continued to brush his hair, her fingers occasionally grazing against his scalp, she found herself lost in the rhythmic motion. It was an act of tenderness, a gesture of trust and intimacy that went beyond words. The room was filled with a serene silence, broken only by the faint sound of the brush gliding through his silky strands.

"You have the most beautiful hair," (Y/n) whispered, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "It's so soft and lustrous. Taking care of it must be a ritual in itself."

Fujin hummed in response, a contented smile gracing his lips.

"Indeed, it is," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of tranquillity. "Taking care of oneself is a form of self-respect and self-care. It allows us to reconnect with our inner selves and find balance in our lives."

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, her fingers delicately combing through a tangle.

"It's fascinating how something as simple as brushing hair can be so soothing," she mused. "It's like a meditation, a way to be fully present in the moment."

Fujin tilted his head slightly, appreciating her insight.

"You have a remarkable ability to find beauty and meaning in the simplest of things," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "It's one of the many qualities I adore about you."

The room was engulfed in a tranquil atmosphere as they continued their quiet exchange. The brush moved through Fujin's hair, each stroke a symbol of their connection, their trust, and their deep affection for one another. Time seemed to stand still, as if the outside world had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was this intimate act of love and care.

As all of the knots and imperfections were removed from his hair, (Y/n) ran her fingers through his silky white strands, a smile of satisfaction plastered to her lips as she set her brush down.

"Would you like me to braid it again for you?" she asked, readjusting the way she sat behind him. "If you wouldn't mind," he nodded. "I'd hate for it to get tangled again when you spent so much time brushing it just now."

(Y/n) nodded with a warm smile, her fingers gently separating his hair into sections as she prepared to braid it once more. She enjoyed this intimate ritual, knowing that it brought them closer together and allowed them to share a moment of tranquillity before they retired for the night.

Carefully, she intertwined the strands, her hands moving with practiced ease. The rhythmic motion of her fingers weaving through his hair became a comforting melody, soothing both of their souls. As the braid took shape, it seemed to symbolize their connection, an unbreakable bond that wove their lives together.

Fujin leaned back, feeling the gentle tug on his hair as (Y/n) secured the braid. The sensation brought a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that she was there, taking care of him in the most tender way.

"There we go," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a sense of satisfaction. "A perfect braid, just for you."

Fujin turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, admiring the neat braid that (Y/n) had skilfully crafted. The braid lay elegantly against his back, a testament to her care and attention to detail.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "You always take such good care of me." "Of course I do," she giggled, tenderly wrapping her arms around his neck from behind as she pressed her nose into the side of his neck. "Why wouldn't I? When you take such good care of me."

Fujin leaned into her embrace, his heart swelling with warmth and love. He savored the feeling of her arms around him, her gentle presence enveloping him like a soothing embrace.

"It's a privilege to care for you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "You bring so much light and joy into my life, and I want nothing more than to reciprocate that love and care."

He turned his head slightly, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. Their connection deepened in that moment, their love expressed through the softness of their touch. They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the serenity and comfort of their love.

As they broke the kiss, their foreheads touched, their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. In that moment, words seemed unnecessary, as their love flowed between them, unspoken yet understood. They revelled in the tranquillity of their shared affection, knowing that in each other's arms, they had found their home.

-

It wasn't unusual that (Y/n) would find herself training with Fujin and Raiden, even when her skill had significantly improved over the course of the while she had known them and lived with them. It was important that she kept on top of her training and that she didn't let herself get sloppy in kombat, especially when she used to be such a reckless brute.

So there they all were, in the courtyard of the Sky Temple, Fujin watching intently as Raiden and (Y/n) sparred. The sound of their clashes echoed through the training grounds, filling the air with a mixture of determination and intensity.

Raiden's lightning surged forth, crackling with power as he unleashed a barrage of strikes, each one aimed with precision. (Y/n) expertly dodged and parried, her movements fluid and agile. She had come a long way since their first training sessions, her dedication and hard work evident in her improved kombat skills.

As they continued to spar, Fujin's gaze shifted between the two warriors, analysing their techniques and reactions. He observed the intricate dance of offense and defence, each fighter pushing themselves to their limits. The training session was not just about physical strength, but also mental fortitude and tactical decision-making.

(Y/n) had learned to harness her power and strike with purpose. No longer driven solely by raw strength, she had honed her combat instincts and adapted her style to become a more versatile fighter. Her movements were precise, her strikes calculated, and she demonstrated an impressive ability to exploit her opponents' weaknesses.

Even so, something seemed wrong, and he could tell that Raiden knew as well.

(Y/n) drove her bandaged fist at him, and Raiden caught her wrist, pausing the session momentarily.

"(Y/n), your progress is commendable," Raiden said, his voice resonating with authority. "But I sense hesitation in your movements. You must trust your instincts and act without hesitation. Embrace your training, and let your skills flow naturally."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, absorbing Raiden's words. She hadn't even really noticed any difference in her kombat, though she figured it must've been due to her overthinking considering her father, and all of her anxieties must have been having an impact on her performance.

She nodded, acknowledging his feedback. As he began letting go of her, she stepped forward and hooked one of her feet around one his ankles, pulling forward in an attempt to take him off of his feet. While he didn't fall, he did stumble ever so slightly, losing his balance a little and therefore his focus as well.

Raiden regained his balance quickly, impressed by (Y/n)'s swift counterattack. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, acknowledging her resourcefulness.

With her great agility, she was able to pull off a nice back handspring to reset her kombat - perhaps a little over the top, but she was never one to shy away from showing off, especially when she could sense the smirk and the shake of the head from Fujin who knew she only did anything acrobatic to flash out her kombat.

She prepared herself for another attack, feeling her chest swell with mischief as she smirked devilishly at Raiden. This was the spirit she was missing within herself, and it was finally reflecting in her fighting again.

As she launched herself at Raiden, something went oh so horribly wrong.

Raiden watched as the look in her eyes changed, and before she could carry out her next movement, she cried out in pain, clutching her chest and falling to the ground.

She coiled in pain, and both Raiden and Fujin approached her, confused though most of all concerned.

Raiden and Fujin rushed to (Y/n)'s side, their worry evident in their eyes. They knelt beside her, their voices filled with urgency.

"(Y/n), what happened?" Raiden asked, his voice laced with concern. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

(Y/n) gasped for breath, her face contorted in pain as she struggled to speak. She could feel a sharp, stabbing sensation in her chest, rendering her unable to form coherent words. It felt as if an invisible force was constricting her, making it difficult to breathe.

Fujin pulled her back, cradling her in one arm while the other brushed the hair out of her face.

"Please, try to breathe my love," Fujin urged her, cupping her face in one hand.

"It's no use. Breathing, that is."

Fujin and Raiden looked up, trying desperately to find the source of the voice which spoke. It was unfamiliar, yet...they had heard it somewhere before, somehow.

Standing by a gathering of trees at the edge of the forest was a figure, though her identity was obscured by the shadows which surrounded her. They didn't seem to be any ordinary shadows however, it was as though they were at her command.

"I've constricted her breathing from the inside. No amount of silly little breathing exercises will save her."

Fujin didn't bother ask the woman's name and what exactly she wanted with (Y/n) just yet, deciding that it was obviously more important to get his lover breathing once again.

With his power, he performed somewhat of a kiss of life on (Y/n), parting her lips and placing his mouth against her open one, allowing a surge of oxygen to go through her. It was only a temporary solution, though it did get her breathing again, as she coughed and spluttered after he pulled away.

"Who are you?? And what is the meaning of this??" Raiden demanded, his voice booming with authority as he spoke.

"We have not yet met, Raiden. Though I do believe you will all recognise me in...some aspects."

The stranger emerged from her place amongst the trees, the shadows around her dispersing as she took slow, intimidating steps towards them. And as her face became clear to them all, they were all much too stunned to speak.

(Y/n) felt a sense of pure dread wash over her when she was met with her own face, her own body. But...it wasn't her. She was her. This was not her. What obviously set the two of them a part was the difference in the saturation of colour of their skin. (Y/n)'s skin was healthy and full of colour, but this stranger, her skin was ashy and dull and covered in ancient symbols of evil.

(Y/n) had been good friends with Mileena in the past. She knew exactly what this was.

The stranger bowed slightly, a glint of mischievous evil in her eyes.

"My name is Kexin Tsung. I'm here to replace (Y/n)…and bring her head to Shao Kahn."

They remained in a stunned silence for a moment longer, trying their hardest to gage the situation at hand.

With all the strength she could muster, (Y/n) managed to hoist herself up, with the assistance of Fujin who stood up with her, holding her so she would remain steady.

"...my...my father created you," she panted, nearly wheezing from not only her exertion from before but also the way she had been strangled from the inside. "He created you in the flesh pits, with my DNA." "He's our father now, (Y/n)," Kexin corrected her, her smirk condescending and evil. "Don't you see? We're sisters." "You are not my sister," (Y/n) protested, clenching her fists tightly. "You're a weapon, created with the sole purpose of mass destruction. You don't have the capacity nor the room in your heart for the concept of family."

Kexin Tsung's expression twisted into a malevolent sneer, her eyes burning with an unhinged fervour.

"Oh, but dear sister, you underestimate the power that courses through my veins," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "I am a perfect amalgamation of your DNA and the dark sorcery of our father. I possess all your strengths and none of your weaknesses. Together, we could have been unstoppable."

Kexin took a few steps closer, bearing her weapon which seemed to be a flashed out Chain whip which had been modified to her specific tastes, and her sneer returned to a smirk once again.

"Though, I have different orders now. Shao Kahn wants your head, and I plan to deliver it to him."

Fujin held (Y/n) close to him in a protective way. His eyes narrowed, filled with resolute and a flicker of wind swirling around him.

"You will not have it, Kexin," Fujin told her, his voice firm and unwavering. "We will not let you harm (Y/n)."

Kexin let out a mocking, hysterical burst of laughter, placing a hand over her chest as if she couldn't take it.

"Oh, dear. This is simply too good," she cackled, unable to contain herself. "Your lover thinks he can protect you from me, sister. Isn't that just precious?"

Her laughter subsided to little giggles, and she covered her mouth ever so slightly.

"Won't it be absolutely hysterical when he has to watch me tear your body apart? Though, I suppose you won't get to see that now, will you?"

Fujin's grip on (Y/n) tightened, and he felt rage fill his body for the first time in a long, long time. Though, before he could say anything in retaliation, Kexin lurched forward, her chain whip slashing through the air with a malevolent speed. Fujin swiftly stepped back, pulling (Y/n) out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. The chain whip whistled past them, missing its intended target by mere inches.

Raiden summoned a surge of lightning, crackling and dancing along his fingertips. He directed the bolts towards Kexin, aiming to immobilize her and create an opening for his allies. But Kexin, showing remarkable agility, swiftly dodged the electrical onslaught, weaving through the charged currents with unnatural grace.

"Impressive," Kexin taunted, her voice dripping with derision. "But you'll need more than some silly magic tricks to defeat me."

She held her chain whip between both hands, and seemed to focus on it for only a moment, before it was surrounded by a dark magic, one which would no doubt make the weapon she wielded much more deadly.

Raiden took a step forward, electricity crackling along his form. He raised his hands, ready to summon a more potent surge of lightning, though this time he would allow himself to merge the attack with his kombat. Hastily, he made his first movement, a direct hit with his palm, though Kexin was quick to dodge it, bringing her chain whip around and aiming to hit Raiden in the head with it. He ducked when he noticed it coming, dodging the attack with ease. He seized the opportunity to retaliate, using his lightning-infused palms to launch a barrage of rapid strikes towards Kexin. The bolts of electricity crackled through the air, seeking to overwhelm her defences.

But Kexin, displaying her enhanced agility, maneuvered through the lightning strikes with astonishing speed and grace. She twisted and contorted her body, evading each attack with an uncanny precision. It was clear that her dark magic had heightened her reflexes and granted her an advantage in kombat.

Though, it was obvious what she was trying to do. She was trying to out manoeuvre Raiden to gain access to (Y/n). Neither of the storm brothers would have this.

Fujin was quick to swoop (Y/n) from off of her feet, his intentions with taking her elsewhere while he allowed Fujin to deal with the situation at hand.

He could sense the exhaustion in her body, and he wanted to ensure her safety and well-being away from the battlefield.

"I've got you," Fujin murmured softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "I'll find somewhere safe to take you. She will not have you."

Typically, (Y/n) hated when Fujin defended her, especially concerning personal matters like this. Though, as of now, she was much too tired to argue with him, and her control on her breathing was slipping again, making it hard for her to speak anyways.

He didn't want to have to separate her, especially when she was like this. However, how was he to protect her otherwise?

Fujin took her up into the temple, toward their shared room, hoping he could tuck her into bed and stay nearby, should she need any more immediate attention.

Carefully, Fujin laid (Y/n) on their bed, ensuring she was comfortable and secure. He adjusted the blankets around her, tucking her in with a tender touch. His concern for her well-being was evident in his every movement.

Though, as she felt herself coming back, she seemed to fuss, sitting up and trying to push Fujin away from her.

"...I need to do this, Fujin," she told him, her tone firm but her voice was weak. "...this is my burden to bare. I can't have you and Raiden fight this for me."

Fujin's brows furrowed with concern as he gently reached out to steady (Y/n) and ease her back onto the bed. His eyes reflected his love and worry for her.

"My love, I understand your desire to take on your own burdens," Fujin responded, his voice filled with tenderness. "But you are in no state to be fighting. You need to rest. Let Raiden and I handle this." "I can't! It's not fair on you!" (Y/n) snapped, her voice trembling as she tried once again to push Fujin off of her. "This is my problem, and my problem alone."

Fujin's grip on (Y/n) tightened, gently but firmly, refusing to let her push him away. Her stubborn nature was something that he both loved and hated about her. It was admirable how strong she was, and how unwilling she was to simply give up and throw the towel in. However, this also meant that she didn't know when to quit, and naturally, this was detrimental.

"As much as I love you, my feather," Fujin began, cupping her face in both of his hands as a small, teasing smile tugged at his lips. "You are infuriating."

(Y/n) couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully, her gaze meeting Fujin's.

"What, and you're not?" she jabbed light-heartedly, placing her hands over his as she melted into his touch.

"Certainly not as much as you," he sighed, one of his hands tracing upward so it could thread in her hair. "Even so, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

He leaned in and placed a tender kiss against her forehead. For a moment, (Y/n) had completely forgotten about what was going on, Fujin always seemed to have that effect on her - calming, soothing, and he could always lull her into a sense of security, false or not.

As she felt like she could finally give in, a crash rang out through the temple. Particularly, outside of their room.

The door crashed open as someone was thrown through it.

Raiden, and his limp yet still alive body. He groaned, covered in blood, wounded over a significant portion of his body. All was silent as Kexin walked in after him, casually as though it were nothing. Her sight flickered between Raiden and the couple on the bed, and the she stared at her nails.

"Goodness, he wasn't much of a challenge now, was he?" Kexin sighed, bored as she approached him again, giving him a little kick.

(Y/n) was horrified at the sight. If Raiden was folded, then surely she wouldn't stand much of a chance. Just who was she spliced with? It obviously had to be someone pretty formidable, though she couldn't quite put her finger on the symbols which decorated Kexin's skin, and why on earth they looked so familiar.

Fujin stood up, in front of his lover, prepared to defend her in whatever way he had to to ensure her safety.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, ready to unleash his divine wind upon Kexin if necessary. The sight of Raiden injured and the threat posed by Kexin only fueled his resolve to keep (Y/n) safe at all costs.

"You will not harm her," Fujin declared, his voice steady and filled with a quiet but resolute power. "You will not lay another finger on anyone in this temple."

Kexin smirked, seemingly unfazed by Fujin's display of defiance. She slowly approached, her chain whip slithering along the ground behind her.

"My dear brother-in-law, always the protector," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "But you cannot save her. Your powers, your wind, mean nothing to me."

Fujin's eyes narrowed, a gust of wind swirling around him in response to Kexin's words. He braced himself, ready to face her head-on.

As Kexin closed the distance between them, Fujin summoned a powerful gust of wind, aiming to knock her off balance and create an opportunity to strike. The tempest roared around him, carrying the force of his determination and protecting his beloved (Y/n) behind him.

Kexin, however, displayed her agility once again, gracefully dodging the wind currents with an uncanny ease. She moved with a calculated grace, her chain whip poised to strike.

With a swift movement, she lashed out, the chain whip slicing through the air towards Fujin. He deftly evaded the attack, his body moving with the fluidity of the wind itself.

In a counterattack, Fujin summoned a powerful burst of wind from his palms, aiming to buffet Kexin with a force that could render her momentarily vulnerable. The blast struck true, momentarily staggering Kexin and allowing Fujin to press his advantage.

But Kexin was resilient. Despite the wind's force, she quickly regained her composure and retaliated with a flurry of lightning-quick strikes from her chain whip. Fujin skilfully maneuvered, deflecting and evading the attacks, his wind serving as both a shield and a means to strike back.

Though, as they fought, Kexin was monitoring anything she deemed weak in Fujin, and ultimately, his reluctance to kill her immediately was his catalyst.

Her chain whip whirled through the air, delivering swift and precise strikes that Fujin struggled to evade. He attempted to summon his wind to shield himself, but it faltered, unable to provide adequate protection against Kexin's onslaught.

Her power was unlike anything that any of them had ever seen, and (Y/n) could do nothing but sit there, paralyzed, as she tried to think of something - anything to do.

It was only when she saw Kexin knock Fujin to the ground before grabbing onto his throat and lifting him back onto his feet when (Y/n) felt the adrenaline kick in.

She stood up abruptly.'

"Spare him, please! I'll come with you," she spluttered, her voice trembling as her eyes filled with tears.

There was a brief pause in Kexin's actions, as she regarded (Y/n) with a mix of amusement and curiosity. The grip on Fujin's throat loosened slightly, but Kexin maintained her hold, keeping him restrained.

"You'll surrender yourself? To save your lovers life?" She asked, following her speech was a condescending snicker. "How cute." "(Y/n), you mustn't-"

Fujin was cut off by the way Kexin fastened her hand tight around his throat again, causing him to choke and splutter as he clawed at her hand desperately.

"Yes, I'll surrender myself," (Y/n) said, her voice quivering. "But only if you release him and promise not to harm him or Raiden any further."

This was it, this was her opportunity to have Shao Kahn wrapped around her finger. Oh, how easy it was, human sentiment was so feeble and easy to manipulate. She giggled, dropping Fujin before she approached (Y/n).

Before anyone knew it, (Y/n) had been restrained, and in a burst of smoke, both she and Kexin were gone.

-

A/n: WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF AGGGHHH

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i'd like to make a request for benny weir please since he's my favorite character

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𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 (Kung Lao x Pregnant! Reader)

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Summary: a curse threatens to shatter the happiness of Kung Lao and the expectant reader. As the curse takes hold, the reader descends into madness and paranoia, convinced that their unborn child is a demonic presence. Desperate to save themselves and their loved ones, Reader attempts to take drastic measures, leading to their confinement and protection. With time running out and hope fading, Kung Lao and his allies embark on a perilous journey to break the curse and restore Reader's sanity.

Word Count: 4.5K words

Warning/s: mega angst, self harm with the intent of killing your baby in the womb. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!!

This was written as a request for @eemr1000 thank you for your request and I hope you like it!!

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8 months in.

The sun's gentle rays filtered through the billowing curtains, casting a soft glow upon the serene bedroom of an expectant couple, Kung Lao and his pregnant wife, who would usually be glowing with her pregnancy. Their shared sanctuary, once filled with laughter and anticipation, now exuded an undercurrent of unease.

Eight months had passed since (Y/n)'s pregnancy began, and the world outside seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of new life. Lao, ever watchful and supportive, revelled in the joy that emanated from his beloved. Their love had blossomed amidst the chaos of battle, forging a bond that could weather any storm.

But as the months wore on, a subtle shift began to take hold. It started with fleeting moments of unease, like a ripple on the surface of a calm pond. (Y/n), once vibrant and radiant, seemed to carry a weight upon her shoulders—an invisible burden that cast a shadow over their once harmonious existence.

Lao noticed the subtle changes in his wife—the way her laughter became more forced, her smiles tinged with a hint of melancholy. Concern etched lines upon his face, his heart heavy with worry. He longed to understand the source of her inner turmoil, to bring back the light that had dimmed within her eyes.

He had just been in their kitchen, preparing the woman a hearty breakfast which usually she would eat with great haste and gluttony - a trait which he loved about her. She was definitely a hungry pregnant, and even when she had put on some weight due to the pregnancy, he still adored the way she'd happily chow down on any dish he prepared for her.

This time though, it was different.

As he returned to their bedroom, a plate of toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon in hands, he observed his wife, lying on her back, drawing circles on her round belly while she stared blankly up at the ceiling.

"I made you breakfast, my love," Lao announced, his voice gentle as he approached her. "...I'm not hungry..." she croaked out, her eyes unmoving as the remained glued to the ceiling.

Lao's brow furrowed with concern, his heart sinking at the emptiness in her voice. He set the tray aside and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently caress her cheek.

"That's not like you," he murmured, his voice laced with worry. "is something troubling you, (Y/n)?"

Her eyes flickered, momentarily meeting his gaze before drifting away once more.

"There's...something...wrong," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't shake this feeling, Lao. It's like a dark cloud following me wherever I go."

Lao's heart clenched, a harsh sense of fear swelling within him. He had always been her rock, the one who stood by her side through every trial they had faced. He couldn't bear to see her suffer, especially when he couldn't pinpoint the cause.

"Tell me more, my dear," he pried, clasping her hands with his and rubbing her knuckles with his thumbs.

Tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting the torment that churned within her.

"I...I fear for our child, Lao," she confessed, her voice quivering. "These thoughts...they whisper to me, saying that our baby is not what it seems. That it's something...dark...sinister."

Lao's heart shattered into a thousand pieces, the weight of her words crushing him. He couldn't bear to witness her torment, nor the doubts that gnawed at her soul. But he knew that he had to be her anchor, her unwavering support, even in the face of the unknown.

"(Y/n), you..." he began, trailing off, not entirely sure to say as he shook his head, smiling and trying to lighten the mood, "you're going to be okay. You're...you're probably just anxious and overwhelmed with everything that comes with pregnancy. It's natural to have some fears and doubts, but we'll face them together, my love."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and desperation. She wanted to believe what he was saying, to simply brush off these horrid feelings and continue her pregnancy as it was, carrying their child to term. But the darkness that consumed her thoughts refused to release its grip. It clawed at her sanity, infecting her mind with doubts and paranoia that threatened to unravel everything they held dear. Her longing for peace warred with her fear, creating an agonizing turmoil within her.

She didn't say anything, though, she simply looked at her lover, giving him a single nod.

He leaned over her, placing a gentle kiss to her temple before he left the room, his intention with going out into the courtyard and practicing his training.

As he prepared for his training, Lao closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to centre his thoughts.

-

As the days passed, since (Y/n) had initially admitted that she felt something off about that their child, her state seemed to worsen. She continued to refuse food, and would not sleep either. Her days would be spent staring into the void blankly, as she tapped her belly and muttered unintelligible words to herself.

Growing anxious as their baby's due date became closer, Lao called upon the thunder god, Raiden, and his friend Liu Kang, for assistance, hoping to resolve whatever was happening with his poor wife.

"Thank you for coming, Lord Raiden," Lao thanked the deity, as they entered his home. "I fear that something is deeply troubling my wife. She's been consumed by this darkness, and it's taking a toll on her physical and mental well-being."

Lord Raiden's eyes, filled with an otherworldly wisdom, scanned the surroundings. He could sense the turmoil that enveloped the place, the lingering aura of despair and fear.

"I sensed a disturbance, a darkness that clouds this place," Lord Raiden remarked, his voice resonating with an ethereal power. "But fear not, Kung Lao, we shall do everything within our power to uncover the truth and bring light to this situation."

Liu Kang stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Lao's shoulder.

"We're here for you, my friend," he said with a determined tone.

Lao gave him a grateful nod, smiling briefly at his best friend as they continued into his home.

Lao led Lord Raiden and Liu Kang through the corridors towards (Y/n)'s chamber. The air grew heavy with tension, a palpable sense of unease filling the space. Lao's steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest, eager to find answers and provide solace for his suffering wife.

As they entered her bedroom, a horrifying sight became evident.

(Y/n) had a knife held above her. And the target?

The womb which carried their child.

Before any of them could react, she had brought the knife down in one swift movement, driving it straight into her stomach. As she did, a cry of pain echoed throughout the bedroom, and Lao and Liu were quick to rush to her sides, restraining her so she could do no more harm to herself.

One of Lao's hands cradled the knife which was stuck in her, afraid to pull it out as to not let her lose too much blood.

She was squirming, begging to be let go, begging to carve this cursed child from her body.

The scene was a devastating tableau of despair, and Lao's heart shattered into a thousand pieces as he witnessed his wife's anguish and desperation. He knew that time was of the essence, and they had to act quickly to save both (Y/n) and their unborn child.

His eyes teared up as he looked toward Raiden.

"Lord Raiden, please! She needs help!" He begged, his voice trembling as the tears spilled from his eyes, having to shout over (Y/n)'s screaming and crying.

"Be strong, Kung Lao," Lord Raiden said, his voice firm yet comforting. "We will do everything in our power to help her."

Raiden, his demeanour calm, approached the situation, conjuring a surge of energy within his hand as he used the other to carefully draw the knife out of the woman. As he did this, he sealed the wound to the best of his abilities, enough to keep the bleeding at bay.

Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face, her breathing laboured and weak. She had began to calm down, drowsy from the blood she had lost which had pooled on the ground below her.

As the immediate danger had passed, Liu Kang quickly fetched some clean towels to help staunch the bleeding, while Lao maintained his gentle hold on (Y/n), careful not to exert any pressure on her injured abdomen.

He gently repositioned his wife, so that he could cradle her body like she were a child. He pressed his forehead to hers, unable to stop the choked sobs which passed his lips.

"The baby is unharmed," Lord Raiden confided, sending a wave of relief over Lao. "though, I do sense something sinister within her. A curse."

"Who would've placed a curse on her?" Lao's voice trembled with a mix of confusion and anger.

Raiden approached the woman once again, kneeling down in front of her as he placed a hand on her stomach, gently as to not cause any further harm. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to concentrate on the sinister force that had infected the woman and her baby.

And suddenly, he realised the familiarity of the magic.

"...Shang Tsung." he muttered, opening his eyes again as he drew his hand away.

Kung Lao's eyes widened at the revelation.

"Why would Shang Tsung curse (Y/n) and our child?" Lao asked, his voice filled with a deep-rooted fury. "What does he gain from inflicting such pain upon us?" "I have no clear answer for you, Kung Lao," Raiden admitted regretfully, his tone tinged with frustration. "It is possible that he seeks to disrupt your life and sow chaos, relishing in the pain and suffering he inflicts upon others."

Upon this news, Liu Kang returned to the bedroom, fresh towels in hand as he came to (Y/n)'s side again.

He and Lao helped (Y/n) onto her bed, the two men removing her bloodstained clothes, mindful of her fragile state. Their movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring they didn't cause her any additional discomfort or pain. Lao didn't mind allowing his best friend and the thunder god to see her in such a vulnerable state, considering they were there to help her and two of his closest friends.

Raiden had assisted by fetching a basin of warm water, bringing it back so that they could proceed with her cleaning.

With gentle strokes, Liu began to cleanse the wound on (Y/n)'s abdomen, carefully removing any traces of blood. His touch was tender, his focus unwavering as he tended to her injuries with the utmost care. Lao stood by her side, holding her hand tightly, offering silent reassurance and love as he observed the process.

Though her eyes remained closed, the tension in her features seemed to ease slightly, as if the physical care provided by her husband and friend offered a brief respite from the torment she had endured.

The room remained hushed, filled only with the sound of gentle movements and the soft splashes of water as Liu Kang worked. As he did, Lao decided to gather some fresh clothes for his wife, his trust in his friend unparalleled.

Leaving (Y/n)'s side momentarily, Lao quietly stepped out of the bedroom and made his way to the wardrobe. He selected a soft, comfortable set of clothes, mindful of her delicate condition and the need for gentle fabrics. Each item was chosen with care, a silent gesture of love and consideration.

Returning to the bedroom, Lao placed the fresh clothes on a nearby chair. He leaned over (Y/n), brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as he silently conveyed his love and support.

Lao picked up the clean clothes and began to dress her in them. He moved with a tenderness born out of an intimate understanding of her needs, his hands moving skilfully yet gently as he adorned her in the fresh garments.

With a final kiss to her forehead, Lao whispered, "You're strong, my love. We'll get through this together."

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Raiden had explained to Kung Lao that the only way to break the curse was to locate Shang Tsung and have him directly remove it, or wait until the pregnancy was over and the child was born.

The weight of the situation laid heavy upon Lao's shoulders, and he knew very well that he couldn't simply wait around while his lover suffered the horrifying effects of the curse. The thought of allowing (Y/n) to endure more pain and torment was unbearable to him.

With steely determination, Lao looked at Raiden and spoke with conviction in his voice.

"We cannot wait any longer. We must find Shang Tsung and confront him. I cannot stand idly by while (Y/n) suffers. I will do whatever it takes to protect her."

Raiden nodded in agreement, his gaze filled with a mix of empathy and resolve.

"I understand your anguish, Kung Lao. Let us track down Shang Tsung and put an end to his wicked deeds once and for all. We will not rest until (Y/n) is free from this curse."

As much as he didn't want to leave (Y/n)'s side, he knew that he had to deal with this. He had to be the one to put the sorcerer in his place, he had to be the one to ensure that Shang Tsung knew to stay far away from his family. He wouldn't rest otherwise.

He left (Y/n) in the hands of his best friend, Liu, allowing him to take care of her while he set out on this treacherous task. He trusted no one else with her.

With a heavy heart, Lao bid farewell to (Y/n), knowing that she was in capable hands. He assured her that he would return as swiftly as possible, his determination fuelling his every step.

The path to Shang Tsung's lair was fraught with danger, testing Kung Lao's physical prowess and mental fortitude. He faced formidable adversaries, engaged in gruelling battles, and overcame treacherous traps with unwavering focus.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kung Lao stood at the threshold of Shang Tsung's domain. The sorcerer's presence loomed before him, a chilling reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon (Y/n) and their unborn child.

There, the sorcerer stood, menacing, as he looked down at Lao and Raiden from his place atop the top step of his grand staircase. He clapped his hands together a few times, providing a condescending applause to the warrior who had made it this far.

"Well done, Kung Lao, for making it this far. I sense your goals, why you're here," Shang Tsung sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "But do you truly think defeating me will erase the curse? The curse upon your wife and unborn child runs deeper than you can comprehend."

Kung Lao's grip tightened on his weapon, his eyes burning with rage.

"Tell me, sorcerer, why did you curse them? What is your sick game?"

Shang Tsung chuckled, relishing the opportunity to taunt his adversary.

"Oh, Kung Lao, it's simple. I curse those who possess something I desire. Your bloodline is powerful, and your child would have been a threat to my plans. How could I forget your ancestor, the great Kung Lao? By cursing your wife and child, I ensure that their potential is forever tainted."

Kung Lao's jaw clenched as he listened to Shang Tsung's twisted explanation.

"You dare meddle with my family's fate for your selfish desires?" Lao spat, his voice laced with defiance. "You underestimate the strength that runs through our bloodline. We will rise above this curse, and your plans will crumble."

Shang Tsung's eyes gleamed with malicious delight.

"Oh, how amusing it is to witness your futile resistance. Your confidence will be your downfall, Kung Lao. I eagerly await the day when your hopes are shattered."

Each word which fell from Shang Tsung's lips seemed to fuel Lao's rage more and more. The sorcerer's callous disregard for the lives he had affected, his arrogance in underestimating their strength, ignited a fire within Lao that burned with an intensity he had never felt before.

With a primal roar, Lao unleashed his fury upon Shang Tsung, his strikes swift and powerful. Every blow carried the weight of his love for (Y/n) and their unborn child, driving him forward with unwavering determination.

The clash of their forces echoed through the chamber, the sound of metal meeting magic reverberating in the air. Lao's resolve hardened with each exchange, his movements precise and calculated. He had honed his skills for this very moment, and he would not let Shang Tsung's curse go unanswered.

With every strike, Lao channelled his frustration, his anger, and his love into his attacks. He fought with a determination fuelled by the knowledge that he was not only fighting for his family but for all those who had suffered under Shang Tsung's cruelty.

Their battle became a dance of fury and skill, as Lao anticipated Shang Tsung's every move and countered with unparalleled precision. He weaved through the sorcerer's dark spells, dodging and deflecting them with a grace born of years of training.

Lao's weapon, a testament to his heritage and training, sliced through the air, meeting Shang Tsung's defences with unwavering force. Blow after blow, Lao pushed himself to the limits, refusing to yield to the sorcerer's malevolence.

The chamber crackled with energy as their powers clashed, the very fabric of reality trembling under their duel. Lao's determination radiated from him, his eyes burning with an intensity that matched the blazing fire within his heart.

In a final, decisive moment, Lao delivered a devastating blow, striking at the heart of Shang Tsung's defences. The sorcerer's grip on power weakened, his face contorted with a mix of disbelief and defeat.

He looked down at the sorcerer, a scowl on his face, though he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was defeated, it was over now.

A harsh cackle echoed throughout the land, and Lao furrowed his brows when he found that the source was Shang Tsung.

"I did tell you...that defeating me would not remove the curse..." he wheezed, the smirk on his face emanating the evil in his cold heart, "she will carry the curse...until your child is born...though, she'll likely kill herself before then."

Lao's heart dropped as Shang Tsung erupted into more evil laughter. He realised what he had just done - perhaps this was an unintentional rouse, one to get him away from his self destructive wife.

Without wasting another moment, Lao began on his journey back to his home. His steps were frantic, fuelled by a mix of fear and guilt. Raiden tried to reassure him that this was not his fault, though nothing could've convinced him in that moment.

As they arrived home, the first thing Lao did was rush to his room, where his wife would be resting. However, he was shocked to find that she had been bound to the bed by ropes which were tied to each corner of the bed, with Liu Kang sitting patiently beside her. She was asleep, but breathing heavily and sweating, all pale.

"What is the meaning of this? Why is (Y/n) restrained?" Lao's voice trembled with a mix of concern and frustration as he approached his friend. "Lao, I am sorry that it had to come to this, but it's for her own good," Liu began holding his hands up in a way which he hoped would display his sincerity. "She has become too dangerous...so much that not even I can keep her safe without going to drastic measures. First, it was the baby she was trying to harm. But now...it is also herself."

Liu approached (Y/n) again, ushering for Lao to join him as he brushed the hair away from her face and pointed to her throat.

"Do you see that?" he asked, referring to the little cut which was present where he pointed, "had I not caught her wrist at the moment I did, she would've drove that knife right into her throat."

Lao's heart sank as he saw the cut on (Y/n)'s throat, realizing the gravity of the situation. The mix of concern and fear washed over him, and he struggled to hold back tears of anguish.

"(Y/n)," Lao's voice quivered as he reached out to touch her cheek gently. "I'm so sorry my love..."

Tears welled up in Lao's eyes, threatening to spill over, as he leaned closer to (Y/n), his forehead resting against hers.

"Please, hold on for me. It'll all be over soon, I promise."

As he whispered to her, the tears in his eyes finally spilled, falling onto his lover's face. He began sobbing, cupping her face in his hands.

Raiden placed a hand on Liu Kang's shoulder, catching his attention as he turned to him.

"Come, Liu Kang," he said, "let us give them a moment alone."

Liu nodded once, and they left the room.

Lao's sobs filled the room as he held (Y/n) close, pouring out his heartache and desperation in that intimate moment. He clung to her, his grip firm yet gentle, as if trying to transfer his strength and love into her wounded soul.

Outside the room, Liu Kang and Raiden stood together, their expressions solemn and resolute. Liu's eyes glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the pain he felt for his friend and the woman he considered family. Raiden's gaze held a mix of sorrow and determination, his commitment to their cause unwavering.

It was horrifying to know that nothing could be done about it except for wait it out, though they would assist Kung Lao in these trying times and ensure that (Y/n) and her baby would come out of this situation safe.

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Screams of pain echoed throughout the Kung home, as the three men rushed around the house, gathering the supplies they would need for the delivery of (Y/n)'s baby.

Kung Lao asked that Liu gather towels and a basin of hot water for his wife, while he asked that Raiden stay by her side and use his powers to keep her pain to a minimum.

Though, even when the pain had subsided for the most part, the screams continued. Screams of terror.

She did not want to deliver this baby.

Even so, Lao was determined to have this baby come into the world, healthy and happy. He knew his lover was bewitched, that her heavy reluctance was only a result of Shang Tsung's evil.

He and Liu entered the room, frantic as they prepared everything for the birth of this child. Kung Lao approached his lover, who was writhing in her restraints, trying to break free. He grabbed her hand, leaning over her and brushing the hair out of her face.

"(Y/n), my love, I am here with you," he whispered, his words a soothing melody amidst the chaos. "You are a beautiful warrior, and your strength surpasses any curse."

He could feel her grip tightening on his hand, her fingers digging into his skin, seeking solace in their connection.

"I...I can't..." she shuddered, shaking her head. "I can't...I'm so scared."

"You must, (Y/n)," Lao encouraged her, squeezing her hand a little tighter, "you have come much too far to give up now. You mustn't let Shang Tsung's evil cloud your mind. Have faith in me."

In amongst all of her fear, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her when she stared up at her lover, who was just as afraid and desperate as she was in that moment. Even when she was convinced that she was about to give birth to the anti-Christ, she would always feel more compelled to trust Lao, even if all she had was his word alone.

Lao noticed the way she seemed to relax a little at his words, and he felt his own body relax as well, looking toward Liu and Raiden, ready to give them instruction and ensure the safe delivery of this baby.

He established that he wanted Raiden to use his powers to ensure that (Y/n)'s pain was kept to a minimum, while he and Liu sat by the end of the bed and delivered the baby themselves.

(Y/n) clasped onto Raiden's hand as tight as she could, while he administered his healing power through their contact. The other two men had finished preparing things on their end, watching as the baby began surfacing as Liu held a towel beneath the site and Lao had his hands ready to guide the baby's head.

With each push, (Y/n)'s determination grew stronger, fueling her resolve to bring their baby into the world. Kung Lao's hands, steady and gentle, guided the baby's head as it began to emerge, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

Liu Kang swiftly and delicately caught the baby, cradling the tiny, wriggling form in the waiting towel. The room was filled with a collective gasp of awe and overwhelming joy as the cries of their new-born filled the air.

Kung Lao's eyes teared up as he took in his child for the very first time. In that moment, as he held their baby in his arms, the world seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the precious life they had brought into existence.

Despite being covered in muck and blood, Kung Lao saw nothing but beauty in their child. Every tiny feature, every wrinkle, filled him with an overwhelming sense of awe and unconditional love.

With trembling hands, he reached out to gently wipe away the remnants of birth from their baby's delicate face. Each touch was imbued with tenderness, a silent promise to shield their child from harm and to be a constant source of love and support.

Naturally, he would approach his exhausted lover, and bring the child to her, gently laying the new soul onto (Y/n)'s chest. The baby's small form rested against her, their heartbeats synchronizing, a physical manifestation of the unbreakable connection between mother and child.

Kung Lao's hands gently supported their baby's delicate head, his touch light yet steady, as he watched (Y/n) marvel at the miracle lying in her embrace. Their child's tiny fingers curled instinctively around (Y/n)'s own, as if seeking comfort and reassurance.

Silent tears cascaded down (Y/n)'s cheeks, mixing with tears of joy and exhaustion. They looked down at their child, their eyes filled with a blend of overwhelming emotions. In that moment, a newfound strength and tenderness radiated from within them, a fierce maternal love that knew no bounds.

Upon viewing her daughter for the first time, (Y/n) felt her paranoia and fear wash away. She knew this would happen - because the curse was broken, and she and her child had survived.

Together, they basked in the miracle of their child's arrival, their hearts overflowing with a love that seemed to defy any limits. In that sacred space, time seemed to stand still, and the world outside faded away as they forged an unbreakable bond as a family.

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𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 (𝔽𝕦𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕩 𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

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Summary: Drawn to the mischievous nature of (Y/n) Tsung, a thief - daughter to the infamous sorcerer Shang Tsung, he finds himself intrigued by her unique blend of larceny and charm. She, in turn, cannot resist teasing him, pushing his boundaries, and testing his patience at every turn. As their paths intertwine, an unexpected camaraderie begins to blossom. Fujin, bound by duty, finds himself torn between his commitment to justice and his growing affection for her. Meanwhile, she relishes in the attention she receives from the powerful deity, enjoying the exhilarating game of cat and mouse they play.

Word Count: 2.6K words

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The Earthrealm's Sky Temple, a spectre among the ordinary land, an ancient structure which houses the likes of the storm brothers. Raiden, the god of thunder, and Fujin, the god of wind.

Although their titles are intimidating, they really weren't hard to approach among those who knew of their existence. Sure, Raiden was a little earnest and stubborn at times, but Fujin?

He could be quite ludic at times, when encouraged by others.

Nonetheless, he was still wise and loyal to his realm, and still served his duty as a protector of Earthrealm.

Within the walls of the Sky Temple, Raiden and Fujin found solace and strength. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could reflect, meditate, and draw energy from the very essence of the Earthrealm itself. Their connection with the temple and its ancient power further amplified their abilities, enhancing their already formidable might.

At that moment, he sat in the centre of the Sky Temple's roof, cross legged, levitating on the spot as he meditated. This was a daily activity for him, a moment of serene connection with the elements and his own inner self.

In this state of deep meditation, Fujin sought clarity and guidance. He tapped into the vast knowledge and wisdom that resided within him, inherited from the ancient gods who came before him. The whispers of the wind carried with them ancient secrets, forgotten tales, and hidden truths that he sought to unveil.

Despite his deep concentration, he could always sense an unwelcome presence.

They were silent, impressively silent, and Fujin was certain that had he been an ordinary mortal, that their presence would've gone entirely unnoticed.

Though that's not the case here, is it?

"It's astounding how little noise you've made," Fujin's voice rang out, breaking the stillness of the Sky Temple. "I had almost not noticed you sneaking up on me just now."

He didn't have to open his eyes to know that the person was aware of their discovery.

"...I thought that there was only one deity who lived in these temples," a feminine voice said, her voice not alarmed like he had thought she may be, but instead quite casual as she spoke. "Raiden, the god of thunder. You're not him. Who are you?" "I am his brother, Fujin. I am the god of wind," he answered, his eyes still closed and his back still facing her, "I haven't resided here for a very long time, I used to live among humans. My return was only recent." "Huh. What business would a god have living amongst humans?" the woman asked, sounding astounded at his admission. "Because, I was curious," he told her, quite simply, "I had been watching over them for so long, I wondered what it was like to live as one of them, to experience their triumphs and struggles first-hand."

There was a pause as Fujin's words hung in the air, and then the woman spoke again, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"And what did you learn from your time among humans?"

"I learned that despite their flaws and imperfections, humans possess an incredible resilience and capacity for compassion. They strive for growth, seek connection, and can exhibit acts of great bravery and selflessness," he confided, breathing deeply as he continued to mediate.

"I suppose it's easy to forget that when you're up here, in the realm of gods, detached from the day-to-day lives of mortals," the woman added, and Fujin could feel her thoughtful demeanour.

"Indeed, it is easy to lose sight of their struggles and the intricate tapestry of emotions that colour their existence. That is why I chose to immerse myself among them, to gain a deeper understanding of their experiences and to remind myself of the essence of humanity."

You're not like the other gods I've encountered," she admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice. "There's a warmth and humility about you, despite your divine status."

Fujin's smile widened, touched by her observation.

"I believe that true strength lies not only in power, but also in compassion and empathy. As gods, it is our duty to protect and guide, to uplift those in need and foster a world where all beings can thrive."

There was a short silence, and it was about this time that Fujin decided to address something he had left unsaid for the conversation.

"Although I enjoy our conversations, stranger, I do believe that that does not belong to you."

The woman was stunned for a moment, as the wind god finally stood from his position, turning around to face the woman and take her in for the first time.

She had on some delicately tailored clothes, of a nature that screamed she was accustomed to an extravagant lifestyle. Her eyes told him that he knew her from somewhere, though indirectly, as he didn't recognise her.

In her hand, she held Raiden's beloved Warhammer, which usually sat in it's stand which centred the Sky Temple rooftop.

"I don't see anyone else's name on it," the woman quipped, wielding the hammer with much more ease than should've been possible.

"Your ability to wield the Warhammer with such ease is impressive," Fujin acknowledged, his voice carrying a mix of caution and curiosity. "But it is not just a matter of ownership. The Warhammer possesses great power, and it must be used responsibly and in service of the greater good."

The woman's confident smile widened as she twirled the Warhammer expertly, the wind whistling around her with each motion. "Responsibility is a subjective concept, dear Fujin. Who determines what is truly for the greater good? Perhaps I have my own ideas about how to shape the destiny of the realms."

"The fate of the realms should not be left to the whims of a single individual, no matter how capable or cunning. It is the collective responsibility of the gods to maintain balance and protect all beings within the realms."

The woman laughed, covering her mouth as she cackled.

"I only jest, wind god. I don't wish to rule the realms," she giggled, her laughter charming, "I just like shiny things." "Regardless, I'd appreciate if you returned Raiden's Warhammer," Fujin said, his brows furrowed slightly, "I may be forgiving. But my brother? Not so much."

"Why don't you come catch me then? Dear Fujin," the woman proposed, giving him a playful glare as she became surrounded by green magic before disappearing into thin air.

Naturally, Fujin could track her movement. But she proved to be elusive, her magical abilities keeping her hidden from Fujin's sight. The wind god exerted his senses, feeling the currents of the air, listening to the whispers of the wind, hoping to catch a hint of her presence.

All he needed to hear was a brief scrape before he discovered the thief.

In a quick flash, Fujin travelled to his desired location on the rooftop, grabbing onto thin air as he forced the woman to make herself known again.

She manifested, surprised, as she found herself face to face with the deity. He had a tight grip on her wrist, and his other hand held the upper part of the Warhammer handle, their fingers touching.

As she stared into his milky eyes, she noticed the playful undertone they harboured.

"What is your name, stranger?" Fujin asked. "Why on earth would I tell you?" she scoffed, her grip remaining tight on the handle despite the strong presence of his own hand. "You look familiar to me," Fujin said, tilting his head ever so slightly, "though I think I'd remember if we had met before." "I have a feeling that you don't like my dad," she said vaguely, "if that rings any bells." "That doesn't necessarily mean that I won't like you," Fujin added, his grip tightening a little on her wrist.

The woman raised an eyebrow at Fujin's response, her defiance momentarily faltering as she observed his calm demeanour and the hint of amusement in his eyes. She had expected a more confrontational reaction, but his words seemed to carry a different tone.

"Like me? You're quite an intriguing god, aren't you?" she remarked, a trace of curiosity in her voice.

After she said that, her body turned to black smoke, and she disappeared again, slipping out of Fujin's grip.

He knew that her disappearing act was not an act of defiance or evasion, but rather a playful invitation to continue the chase.

"I see you're determined to keep me on my toes, stranger," Fujin called out, his voice carrying on the wind. "Very well, let the game continue."

With a wave of his hand, Fujin conjured a gust of wind, sensing the direction of her dissipating presence. Relying on his keen senses, he was once again able to track down her whereabouts on the rooftop, the wind drawing her into him as he grabbed onto her once again.

When he touched her, her invisible form would be forced away as she became visible. This time, he grabbed her by the waist, though still, he also grabbed onto the handle of the hammer, though his hand would clasp over hers.

The wind god's touch carried a firmness that demanded attention, yet there was a gentleness to it, as if he sought not to control but to understand.

"Is your father very well known?" Fujin asked, once again tilting his head. "Quite infamous, actually," the woman answered, nodding her head in a thoughtful way. "Would I know him?" he asked again. "That's very likely, yes."

She disappeared again, this time in a plume of green flames.

Fujin's grip tightened momentarily on the empty space where the woman had just been, a mixture of frustration and determination flickering in his eyes. He couldn't help but admire her skill and agility, even as she continued to elude his grasp.

The wind carried her fading presence, and Fujin instinctively followed, traversing the rooftop with graceful strides. He focused his senses, attuning himself to the subtlest disturbances in the air, searching for any trace of her magical energy.

Then, he heard it - an impish laugh which echoed by the entrance to the stairway which lead up to the rooftop.

In one swift movement, he rushed toward the noise, and in a split second, he had the woman pinned to the wall. As he pinned both her wrists to the stone wall behind her, her grip on the hammer loosened, and she dropped it beside them.

"You have quite the knack for disappearing, stranger," Fujin remarked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I must say, it's a pleasure to have you in my grasp, if only for a moment."

The woman's face burned bright red as she felt the god's breath brush across her face, as part of her enjoyed the way his grip on her wrists stung ever so slightly.

Fujin's playful smile widened as he sensed a mix of embarrassment and intrigue in the woman's reaction. He was attuned to the complexities of human emotions and understood the allure of a thrilling chase, even for someone who had been caught.

"I think it's only fair that since I caught you, that you should tell me your name," he told her, watching as she rolled her eyes. "Why do you even care anyways?" she asked, perplexed by his fixation on her identity. "A reference, for later. Maybe one of these days I'll ask you out for dinner," he teased, the red on her face deepening in colour as she scoffed. "Unlikely," she responded bluntly. "Oh, don't be so quick to dismiss the idea," Fujin replied, his tone playful. "You never know what the winds of fate may bring."

The woman's eyes flickered with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. She couldn't deny the captivating presence of the wind god, and his teasing demeanour stirred something within her.

"Fine," she relented, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "My name is (Y/n)." "And may I trouble you for your last name as well, dear (Y/n)?" he pried further. "You may know my dad from the first name 'Shang', darling."

Fujin's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation of her last name. Shang... The name carried weight and significance, resonating with tales of power and darkness. His playful demeanour shifted into a more serious expression, his grip on her wrists tightening involuntarily.

"Shang..." Fujin muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "So you are the daughter of Shang Tsung, the sorcerer."

"You are correct, deity," she sighed, tilting her head ever so slightly, "I don't really like him much though. Not because he's evil or anything, he's just kind of an asshole."

Fujin's gaze never wavered from (Y/n) as he absorbed the weight of her confession. He could sense the burden she carried, the conflicting emotions that swirled within her. There was a vulnerability in her words, and he was never one to ignore such a state.

"So...you're acting out to see if he looks your way to reprimand you?" Fujin asked, trying to understand the situation. "Hm, what? No. This is just a hobby of mine," she demurred, shaking her head. "I'm barely affiliated with my father. At most I live with him, but I don't work for him or anything. I like to think of myself...as a free spirit, I s'pose."

Fujin listened attentively, his eyes softening as he recognized the struggle within her. He understood that being the daughter of someone infamous could be a burden in itself, and her desire to distance herself from her father's influence spoke volumes.

"I see," Fujin replied, his voice gentle. "It seems you yearn for independence, to forge your own path separate from your father's shadow."

(Y/n) nodded, a mixture of relief and uncertainty washing over her. She hadn't expected the wind god to grasp her intentions so accurately.

"Exactly," she said, her voice carrying a hint of determination. "I want to be defined by my own actions, not by my lineage."

"Even if those actions are stealing?" Fujin asked, raising a brow.

She chuckled, giving him a mischievous glare.

"It certainly adds an element of excitement to my risky endeavours," (Y/n) replied, a playful glint in her eyes.

Fujin couldn't help but grin at her demeanour, drawn to her magnetic spirit and the thrill that radiated from her. There was a spark between them, undoubtedly.

"Your adventurous nature and sense of humour are quite captivating, (Y/n)," Fujin remarked, his gaze locked with hers. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by the fire that burns within you."

(Y/n) smirked, a mixture of confidence and mischief dancing across her features.

"Well, Fujin, perhaps it's time for you to experience a taste of that fire first-hand," she teased.

He released one of her wrists from his tight grip, and used his hand to draw her chin upward a little more with his pointer finger.

"You may not have succeeded in stealing my brother's prized belonging, though you're welcome to return to keep trying," Fujin avowed, letting go of her other wrist, "I like your company, (Y/n) Tsung."

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat as Fujin's touch sent a shiver down her spine. She met his intense gaze, feeling an electric connection between them. The air around them seemed charged with anticipation, and time seemed to stand still.

Though, she wished to match his energy, not wanting him to see how flustered he had made her, and she managed a mischievous smirk of her own.

"I just might take you up on that offer," she told him, giving him a small, joking salute, "until we meet again, my dear Fujin."

Her form seemed to dissolve into a wisp of smoke, as if she were merging with the very essence of the wind itself.

As the wind carried her away, Fujin stood there for a moment, feeling a sense of exhilaration and wonder. He knew their paths would cross again, for the winds of fate were a force that could not be denied.

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Y'all already know I wanna write a part 2 for this one as well T-T

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𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 - Part 2 (Fujin x Tsung! Reader)

Official Masterlist - Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) has since escaped from Outworld, and now resides in the Sky Temples with Fujin and Raiden. All seems peaceful, however, she is completely oblivious to those who seek her return to the Outworld kingdom...

Word Count: 6.4K words

Warning/s: it gets a lil spicy (y'all have sex again)

-

The view of Earthrealm from the Sky Temples was always something else.

(Y/n) sat on the edge of the railing which guarded the roof of the temples, elegantly surveying the vast expanse which laid below, awe, love and astonishment in her heart for the place she could call home once again. The birth of nightfall was making itself evident, it's cry in the form of an ombre of oranges and pinks and purples which spanned across the horizon, hugging the mountains as the day began dying.

She was so grateful to be welcomed into the Sky Temples, allowed to call it home by the two storm brothers, even when Raiden was reluctant to recruit her from the moment he found out she was Fujin's champion.

He was unsurprised to find that the two of them were lovers, considering how affectionate the two of them were. Usually, he would discourage sentiment, especially when it came to having it for a mortal. Though, he and Fujin already had that fight, a long time ago, and in that he found some understanding. Besides, (Y/n) was no ordinary mortal, her powers extended her life greatly, and Fujin mourning for her death was an unlikely scenario.

As the evening hues painted the sky, Fujin joined (Y/n) on the rooftop, his presence a calming force amidst the shifting colours. He approached her with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the love and adoration he held for her.

"You look radiant in this light," Fujin murmured, his voice carrying the warmth of his affection. "Earthrealm is blessed to have you, my love."

(Y/n) turned to him, her eyes sparkling with affection. She reached out to take his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm grateful to have found a home here, with you and Raiden," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "This place, these temples, they hold a beauty that goes beyond anything I could have ever imagined. It's so peaceful here, it's nothing like Outworld was."

They stood together, their hands entwined, silently witnessing the sky's transformation as day succumbed to night. The stars began to twinkle, one by one, painting the heavens with their gentle glow. The soft breeze rustled their hair, carrying with it a sense of serenity and belonging.

In the tranquillity of the moment, Fujin drew (Y/n) closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind in a tender embrace. He leaned against the railing, the front of his body pressed against her back, as they gazed out at the sprawling beauty of Earthrealm below.

"You have endured so much, my love," Fujin whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and protectiveness. "But now, you are safe here. You deserve this peace, this sanctuary."

(Y/n) leaned into Fujin's embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against her back. She closed her eyes, letting his words sink deep into her heart.

"Safe and loved," she whispered, her voice tinged with emotions. "That's all I've ever wanted, and that's what I've found with you. These temples, this view, they remind me of the beauty that exists in the world and the love that fills my soul."

Fujin planted a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You are my guiding light, (Y/n)," he murmured softly, his breath tickling her skin.

With each passing moment, as the sky darkened and the stars grew brighter, (Y/n) felt a profound sense of belonging. The Sky Temples had become more than just a physical place; they were a testament to the love she and Fujin shared, a sanctuary where their souls could intertwine and find solace. Home.

"You know," (Y/n) spoke after a moment of silence, her voice laced with a playful tone, "we're incredibly fortunate to witness this view together. It's as if the universe itself conspires to create breath-taking moments for us."

Fujin chuckled softly, his hold tightening around her waist.

"Indeed, it seems that way," he agreed, his voice filled with warmth. "Perhaps the very essence of Earthrealm recognizes the bond we share and gifts us with these celestial displays."

And as the night unfolded around them, (Y/n) and Fujin stood on the rooftop of the Sky Temples, their hearts entwined, and their spirits intertwined with the very fabric of Earthrealm. With each passing moment, they strengthened their resolve to protect their home, their love, and the magnificent view that served as a constant reminder of the beauty and resilience of their world.

-

"Still nothing?! This is an outrage!!!"

Shang Tsung flinched when the Emperor of Outworld raised his voice at him, anger and frustration filling his voice at the news which the sorcerer had brought him.

That was - that his daughter had not yet been found, Shang Tsung's daughter.

She had been a long time valuable asset to Outworld, and with her gone, they were left in a considerably weakened state. While naturally, they could rebuild their defences, it would take much too long - at least another decade to rebuild that strength and trust. So, they were working hard to re-obtain her.

Shang Tsung lowered his gaze, feeling the weight of the Emperor's disappointment bearing down on him. He knew that finding his daughter was of utmost importance, not only for the Emperor's reign but also for his own honour and loyalty.

"I understand your frustration, Emperor," Shang Tsung replied, his voice composed despite the tension in the room. "Rest assured, every resource at my disposal is dedicated to locating her. We are leaving no stone unturned in our search."

The Emperor paced back and forth, his anger simmering beneath the surface.

"She holds valuable knowledge and power," he growled. "Her absence weakens us and leaves us vulnerable to our enemies. I expect results, Shang Tsung. I won't tolerate failure."

"I will redouble our efforts, Emperor," Shang Tsung assured, his voice firm.

The Emperor's eyes narrowed, studying Shang Tsung intently.

"You have but one chance to rectify this grave mistake, sorcerer," he warned, his voice laced with both threat and desperation. "Do not underestimate the consequences if you fail me."

The door to Shao Kahn's throne chamber opened, and from it, entered another of his loyal subjects and creations - Ermac. As he approached, he spoke, his voice many.

"We have located the girl," he announced, his voices raspy, "she has been spotted at the Sky Temple in Earthrealm, hiding away with Raiden and Fujin."

There was a flicker of hope between Shao Kahn and Shang Tsung as they absorbed the news. The mention of the Sky Temple brought a surge of anticipation to both of them.

Shao Kahn's face twisted into a sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and malevolence.

"The Sky Temple... a perfect stage for our reunion," he sneered. "We shall reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Shang Tsung's lips curled into a calculating smirk, his mind already weaving a plan.

"Emperor, if I may propose a course of action," he began, his voice filled with cunning. "Allow me to lead a select group of warriors to the Sky Temple. With their combined strength and my strategic guidance, we shall retrieve my daughter and eliminate Raiden and Fujin."

The Emperor's gaze hardened, his voice resonating with command. "Do not fail me, Shang Tsung. Bring her back, and ensure that the thieves pay for their insolence."

-

Gasping herself awake, (Y/n) sat up in her bed, sweat drenching her body and the sheets around her as she slowly realised that she was no longer unconscious.

She didn't have a nightmare or anything - she hadn't dreamed in a very long time. This...this was simply a bad feeling she harboured in her body, in every little bit of it.

She cast her sight toward her lover, who was sleeping beside her in the bed they now shared. It was comical to think that at demi-god needed sleep just as much as she did. And while her sleep had been disturbed, she would not disturb his, instead getting out of bed and making her way out into the corridor.

From there, she would make her way upstairs and to the roof of the temple, trying desperately to shake the bad feeling she had away but to no avail.

The weight of her premonition hung heavily in the air, causing her heart to race and her palms to grow clammy. She had learned to trust her instincts over the years, and right now, they were urging her to seek solace in the familiarity of the Sky Temple's rooftop.

Her hands met the cold railing, the sensation grounding her in her reality as she stared thoughtfully over the world, darkened by nightfall.

She tried to calm her racing thoughts, searching for a logical explanation for her unease. Perhaps it was simply the remnants of her sleep affecting her subconscious. Or maybe it was the residual effects of the battles she and Fujin had faced, the constant wariness ingrained within them.

But deep down, she knew it was something more. Her connection to the realms and her heightened senses told her that danger loomed on the horizon. It was a feeling she couldn't ignore.

"(Y/n)?"

The woman flinched at the sound of a voice piercing through the otherwise silent night, turning around only to see Raiden standing in the middle of the rooftop, his glow ethereal as he gave her a questioning look.

(Y/n) sighed in relief - she should have known. Raiden frequented this rooftop to meditate, by his war hammer which sat displayed on the roof with pride. Before she could say anything, the god spoke again.

"Does something trouble you so late?"

(Y/n) nodded, a troubled expression on her face. She approached Raiden, her eyes searching his face for answers.

"Something doesn't feel right," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "I woke up with this unsettling feeling, like something bad is about to happen. It's been nagging at me, and I couldn't shake it off."

Raiden's expression turned serious, mirroring her concern. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch grounding her.

"I understand," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "There are forces at play beyond our control, and sometimes our instincts pick up on their movements. It is important to trust your intuition."

(Y/n) nodded, grateful for his understanding. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

"I just hope it's nothing to fuss over," she shuddered, cradling herself. "We'll be ready if it is, though," Raiden assured her, the woman looking at him with a comforted smile as she nodded once. "Thank you, Raiden," she said gratefully. "Your presence and wisdom brings me solace. I will remain vigilant and prepared for whatever may come."

Raiden gave her a reassuring nod.

"We will face any threat together, (Y/n)," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of his responsibilities as protector of Earthrealm. "No harm shall befall you while Fujin and I draw breath."

As they stood upon the rooftop, a comfortable silence befell them. The night breeze whispered through the temple's spires, carrying with it a sense of anticipation.

At the sound of someone intruding on their conversation, (Y/n) and Raiden turned to see a tired Fujin standing by the entrance to the rooftop, rubbing his milky white eyes as he approached them slowly.

"Fujin, you're awake," (Y/n) greeted him as she reached out and took his hand, intertwining their fingers. "I can sense distress in you, (N/n)," Fujin replied, his voice filled with concern as he glanced between (Y/n) and Raiden. "Is everything all right?" "We have a sense that something may be amiss," Raiden explained, his gaze shifting towards the horizon. "A feeling of impending danger."

Fujin's brows furrowed, his grip on (Y/n)'s hand tightening slightly. He drew her in closer toward himself, wrapping an arm around her while his other hand remained fastened tightly on her own hand.

"What do you propose we do?" Fujin asked, his voice steady but laced with resolve.

"We shall speak about it in the morning," (Y/n) sighed, reaching up and cupping her lover's face affectionately, "for now, why don't we just return to bed for the night?"

Fujin nodded, a flicker of concern still present in his eyes. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against (Y/n)'s forehead, his touch soothing her troubled mind.

"You're right, my feather," he agreed, his voice filled with tenderness. "Rest is essential, especially when faced with uncertainty. We will face whatever challenges await us in the morning."

"I shall alert you if anything happens throughout the night," Raiden assured them, sending a single nod toward their combined figures, "though rest assured, we will be ready."

As they made their way back to their shared quarters, (Y/n) couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that lingered within her. She knew that they couldn't ignore their instincts, and she vowed to remain vigilant.

The night enveloped them as they entered their room, its darkness a stark contrast to the warm glow of the temple's halls. Fujin closed the door behind them, creating a sense of privacy and security.

"(Y/n)," Fujin spoke softly, his voice filled with concern, "if danger approaches, promise me that you will stay by my side. I'd never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you."

(Y/n) looked deeply into Fujin's eyes, her love for him inexorable. She reached up to caress his cheek, her touch conveying her unwavering commitment.

"I promise, Fujin," she whispered, her voice steady though he could sense the underlying perseverance within her.

Fujin leaned into her touch, his face reflecting reassurance as they stood there in the dark of their room. With a gentle touch, Fujin wrapped his arms around the woman's waist, (Y/n) instinctively returning the gesture as she wrapped her own around his neck, fondling his beautiful braid and feeling each stray hair which trailed down the nape of his neck. He leaned down and captured his lover in a gentle yet loving kiss, their lips moving together with a fervent passion.

Their moment seemed heated, and they began stepping back, falling onto their bed though their kiss would not be broken.

Their kiss deepened, fuelled by a passionate desire that had been building within them. Their bodies intertwined, their movements guided by a shared hunger for each other.

Fujin's hands roamed eagerly, tracing the curves of (Y/n)'s body with reverence and possessiveness. His touch ignited a fire within her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Their lips danced together in a fervent rhythm, their tongues exploring and intertwining, deepening their connection with every breathless exchange.

(Y/n) arched her back, pressing her body against Fujin's, craving the electrifying contact that sent sparks of ecstasy through her being. His kisses trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of heated sensations in their wake. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she surrendered herself to the passion that consumed them.

Fujin's hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of (Y/n)'s body with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and desire. Their clothes became an obstacle, hindering their urgent need to be closer. With a shared understanding, they broke their kiss for a moment, their eyes locking in a silent agreement.

In a flurry of movements, they shed their garments, revealing their naked bodies to each other, stripped down to the core of their desires. They re-joined in a passionate embrace, their bare skin connecting, setting off a cascade of sensations that left them breathless and consumed by the intensity of their love.

Gentle with her temple of a body, Fujin placed (Y/n) at the head of the bed, her back to their sheets as he positioned himself between her thighs, looking down at her all sprawled out for him.

Oh, how beautiful she is, he'd think to himself.

Her body was magnificent, a true wonder of the world. He worshipped her, and swore that on his divine status, that he would do absolutely anything for her.

With a glance of permission, and returned nod of recognition, Fujin gently drove himself inside of her, shuddering at the sigh which fell from (Y/n)'s beautiful lips at the movement. As he moved his hips back and forth, his lover's body reacted pleasantly to his actions, as with each movement, another beautiful moan would tumble from her lips.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, driven by a mutual yearning to lose themselves in each other's embrace. Pleasure coursed through them, rising and falling like the tide, each touch and caress building toward an inevitable climax. They whispered words of love and devotion between stolen breaths, their voices melding together in a symphony of passion and connection.

As their bodies reached the pinnacle of their shared pleasure, they held onto each other, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air. Waves of release washed over them, leaving them breathless and spent, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passionate union.

They lay tangled in each other's embrace, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Their foreheads touched, and they exchanged a tender smile, their eyes filled with a profound sense of love and contentment. In that moment, they knew that they were not just lovers, but soulmates, bound together by a love that transcended physical desire.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, finding solace and serenity in the warmth of their shared love. The outside world and its uncertainties could wait, for in this intimate sanctuary, they had found a haven where their love could flourish, replenishing their spirits and fortifying their bond.

-

Gathered below the Sky Temples, Shang Tsung had recruited a team of Shao Kahn's best warriors. That is - Ermac, Quan Chi, Baraka, Reptile, and Scorpion. He figured he'd need more than just himself and Ermac to complete this vital task, and as Shao Kahn said - failure is not an option.

Shang Tsung surveyed the assembled warriors, before he spoke.

"Our target resides in one of the top levels of the temple," he began, his voice resonating with authority, "we must capture her with utmost haste, and return her to Outworld. There is no room for error."

Ermac, the collective entity of warrior souls, nodded in agreement, his gaze unwavering. Quan Chi, the sorcerer of the Netherrealm, smirked with a hint of sinister delight. Baraka, the fierce Tarkatan warrior, sharpened his blades, ready for bloodshed. Reptile, the stealthy Zaterran assassin, hissed in anticipation. And Scorpion, the vengeful spectre, his eyes burning with a fiery resolve.

Bypassing the thunder god's thoughtfully placed out security, the group made their way into the temple, scouting it out carefully to ensure that they covered any and all ground, quickly and quietly.

Shang Tsung felt his heart pang with his anxieties. He knew it would pain him to see his daughter again - though what other choice did he have?

He had to retrieve his betraying daughter, (Y/n) Tsung.

-

This time, (Y/n) didn't wake with a start. Instead, her eyes fluttered open as the sun which poured in through their window hit them, and as they did, she saw her lover before her, sleeping, eyes fluttering and twitching with the dreams he was living in his head, and she couldn't help but stay like that for a while and admire him.

His tousled hair framed his handsome face, and his lips curved into a gentle smile. A surge of affection swelled within her as she marvelled at the serenity that graced him in this tranquil moment.

Carefully, so as not to disturb his rest, (Y/n) reached out and traced a tender line along Fujin's jawline, relishing in the softness of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Lost in her thoughts, (Y/n) leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Fujin's forehead, savouring the touch and the warmth that radiated from him.

After having obviously woken him up last night from her distressed nature, she decided to allow her lover to sleep in some more, careful to not wake him as she got up from the bed and dressed herself.

(Y/n) moved gracefully around the room, selecting her attire for the day. She chose a comfortable yet stylish ensemble, allowing her mind to wander as she dressed. The events of the previous night lingered in her thoughts, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

With her preparations complete, (Y/n) stole another glance at Fujin, who was still fast asleep despite her movement around the room. She figured that he'd be waking soon anyways, and decided to go ahead and prepare the both of them a pot of hot tea.

As (Y/n) made her way to the kitchen, her footsteps were light and cautious, mindful not to disturb the tranquillity of the house. She filled the kettle with water and carefully selected a blend of tea that she knew Fujin enjoyed.

With the tea steeping, filling the air with its aromatic fragrance, (Y/n) retrieved a tray and arranged a couple of cups, along with a small plate of fresh fruits she had picked from the garden the day before. The soft clinking of porcelain against porcelain accompanied her graceful movements.

Though, as she walked, she couldn't help but feel a menacing, overbearing presence, like an uninvited guest had just entered the vicinity, someone was not supposed to be here. That presence wasn't just menacing, but also familiar. However, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She took a moment to pause, her brows furrowing in concentration. The familiarity of the unwelcome presence tugged at the corners of her mind, like a distant memory begging to be remembered.

As she closed her eyes, attempting to delve deeper into her thoughts, fragments of images flashed through her mind—memories of a shadowy figure, an encounter shrouded in secrecy and ambiguity. The pieces of the puzzle began to align, revealing the identity of the intruder.

Shang Tsung.

The realization sent a shiver down (Y/n)'s spine. The man who had once been her father, now an adversary on a dangerous mission to retrieve her. She knew his intentions were driven by his desperation, but she had made her choice to walk a different path.

In a swift movement, she dropped the tray she was holding, the items on it falling to the ground and smashing as she spun around and shot a blast of power at the presence she sensed, revealing from the shadows, her father.

He cried out at the unanticipated movement, and while he had managed to block some of the blast, he was undoubtedly winded as his disguise had been seen through.

(Y/n) was stunned. She hadn't thought her premonitions to be more than a bad feeling, one which could be ignored. But there he was, standing before her.

The air crackled with tension as (Y/n) and Shang Tsung locked eyes, their gazes filled with conflicting emotions. The room fell into a deafening silence, broken only by the sound of shattered porcelain and the faint remnants of their disrupted tranquillity.

Shang Tsung recovered from the blast, his expression a mix of surprise, anger, and a hint of desperation.

"(Y/n), my daughter," Shang Tsung said, his voice tinged with a mixture of longing and determination, "I have come to bring you back. Outworld needs you."

He stepped forward, his expression a mix of sternness and sorrow. As he did, his allies appeared around him, two of them, that was Quan Chi and Ermac. It was clear that they had appeared knowing Shang had found his daughter. Their presence was menacing and she was clearly outnumbered, though her stance and demeanour never faltered.

"You have strayed from your path and aligned yourself with our enemies. This is your chance for redemption."

(Y/n) looked at her father, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

"Father, I have made choices that align with my own convictions. I cannot simply return to a life I no longer believe in."

Quan Chi sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Enough of this sentimental nonsense. Capture her and let's be done with it."

But Shang Tsung raised his hand, signalling for his comrades to hold their attack.

"No, Quan Chi. This is a matter that concerns me and my daughter," he warned him, returning his attention to his daughter. "(Y/n), listen to me. The path you have chosen is one of treachery and rebellion. Shao Kahn is not one to be defied."

"Shao Kahn's rule is one of tyranny and oppression. I cannot condone such actions, even if it means challenging him," (Y/n) asserted.

"(Y/n), you have always been headstrong, just like your mother," he said, his voice laced with a tinge of regret. "But know this: defying Shao Kahn will come at a great cost. He is not a forgiving ruler."

(Y/n) took a step forward, her voice firm and resolute.

"I am willing to face those consequences. I have chosen my own path, one that brings me happiness and fulfilment. I will not be swayed by fear."

Quan Chi's patience wore thin, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to attack.

"If she will not come willingly, then we shall take her by force."

As Quan Chi moved forward with malicious intent, (Y/n) braced herself, ready to defend herself against the impending attack. Even when she hated her roots, the evil blood within her, she would still draw from it, understanding her power as she summoned the magic in her fists.

He struck her, but naturally, she was quick to block his attack, countering it.

The force of their clash sent shockwaves through the room, rattling the furniture and causing the windows to tremble.

Ermac, seeing the intensity of the confrontation, decided to join the fray. He extended his hands, conjuring ethereal energy tendrils that snaked towards (Y/n), attempting to ensnare her and restrict her movements.

(Y/n) swiftly maneuvered, evading Ermac's grasp and retaliating with a concentrated burst of energy. The impact sent Ermac flying backward, crashing into the wall with a resounding thud.

Quan Chi, undeterred by his comrade's setback, stepped forward with renewed determination. He summoned dark magic, forming a spectral blade in his hand, and lunged at (Y/n) with a swift and deadly strike.

Anticipating his attack, (Y/n) deftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blade's lethal trajectory. With lightning speed, she unleashed a series of precise and calculated strikes, channeling her inner strength and training to counter Quan Chi's aggressive assault.

Their battle raged on, the clash of their powers echoing throughout the room. Despite being outnumbered, (Y/n) refused to yield, drawing upon her resolve and tapping into the depths of her own innate abilities.

As Ermac recovered, he saw (Y/n) was open and vulnerable while she battled Quan Chi, and saw and opportunity to land a decent blow on her. With a surge of telekinetic force, he aimed to strike her with a devastating blow, intent on exploiting her momentary vulnerability.

However, just as Ermac was about to make contact, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the room, knocking him off course and sending him sprawling to the floor. Confusion washed over him as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Shang Tsung ordered the two to stop kombat for a moment as he observed the new arrivals.

Joining (Y/n) at her sides was the storm brothers, though Fujin was the one who made the saving attack, while Raiden held out an electrified fist in a warning way.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" Fujin asked, briefly looking her down though he was quick to receive an answer in a single, reassuring nod.

"On what business do you show yourselves here?" Raiden demanded, his voice booming with authority as he spoke.

"To come and retrieve what is rightfully mine," Shang replied, his hand held out in (Y/n)'s direction, "my dear daughter." "She does not belong to you," Fujin asserted, taking a protective step in front of the woman. "She has made her own choices and forged her own path. She belongs to herself."

Shang Tsung's face contorted with a mix of frustration and longing. "You may try to shield her, but her bloodline ties her to Outworld. She has responsibilities that cannot be ignored."

Fujin placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder, his voice gentle yet unwavering.

"She has found her purpose, and it is not for you to decide."

The sorcerer felt rage build in his body, and that rage began manifesting as green magic which swirled violently around him.

"Fujin...you have stolen from me...the only thing I had left," Shang growled as the air grew heavy with his power, creating an ominous atmosphere in the room. "You seduced her, you filled her head with lies, and you stole my only daughter away from me."

"I have taken nothing from you, Shang Tsung," Fujin deflected. "(Y/n) made her own choices, and I stand by her side." "Father, please understand that I have found my own purpose and happiness with Fujin," (Y/n) cut in, stepping out from behind Fujin. "This is not about betrayal. This is about allowing me to find my own path. I long for compassion, and justice, and freedom...things that servitude for Outworld will not allow."

Shang Tsung's anger flared once again, his magic intensifying.

"Your words mean nothing to me! You are my daughter, and I will not let you be swayed by false promises and illusions of righteousness!"

Raiden and Fujin brought their defences up, ready to engage in kombat with the sorcerer who posed their home and new ally a great threat. However, (Y/n) stepped between both of them, a hand on each of their shoulders as she stayed staring at her father.

"...I cannot have you fight this battle for me," she declared, her courage unwavering, "I would appreciate if you kept the other two at bay. But...please, leave my father to me."

Raiden and Fujin exchanged concerned glances, recognizing the passionate resolve in (Y/n)'s eyes. Reluctantly, they nodded, understanding that she needed to confront her father on her own terms.

"Very well," Raiden agreed, his voice filled with caution.

Fujin placed a reassuring hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"We will be nearby, ready to assist if needed."

With their support, (Y/n) took a step forward, separating from Raiden and Fujin while they went ahead and ensured that Quan Chi and Ermac would stay well away from the father and daughter. She faced Shang Tsung, her gaze steady.

"Father, I understand your anger and your desire to protect me, but I am no longer the child you once knew," (Y/n) spoke, her voice firm but filled with compassion. "I have grown and found my own path—one that aligns with my beliefs and desires. I cannot turn my back on who I have become."

Shang Tsung's expression wavered between anger and heartbreak. "You know not what you do, my daughter. Outworld needs your power, your bloodline."

(Y/n) shook her head, her voice unwavering.

"Outworld's need for power does not justify the suffering it inflicts. I choose to fight for a world where compassion and justice prevail, even if it means defying my own bloodline."

With that, the battle between father and daughter commenced. Shang Tsung unleashed powerful strikes of dark magic, while (Y/n) relied on her agility and skill to evade and counter his attacks. The clash of their powers echoed through the room, their emotions intertwined with every strike and parry.

But as the battle raged on, (Y/n) realized that defeating her father physically would not be enough to break the cycle. She needed to reach him on an emotional level.

With a burst of determination, (Y/n) channelled her inner strength, focusing her energy into a single, concentrated attack. She unleashed a burst of powerful light that enveloped Shang Tsung, temporarily immobilizing him.

As Shang Tsung's magic waned, (Y/n) approached him cautiously, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and resolve. "Father, I do not wish to fight you. I only want you to understand my choices."

Her eyes began to tear up a little, and her voice quivered ever so slightly.

"I love you father, but I cannot let your desire for power and control dictate my life. I have to follow my own path, even if it means standing against you."

(Y/n) noticed her father's gaze soften, ever so slightly. Even with the subtle change, she knew she had flicked some sort of switch in him. However, in her moment of weakness, he broke free. He lunged at her, an arm outstretched as he grabbed for her. She was quick to dodge any attack, though her father's hand did brush past her face and touch her hair. At this, he retreated, summoning Quan Chi and Ermac to his sides with the click of his fingers, to which they ceased their respective kombat.

"You are a disappointment, (Y/n). I gave you a chance to choose the right path, but you persist in defying me," he sighed, pained by his own words though he shook his head, looking between the other two men, "she is a lost cause. We must go. Now."

Without so much as another word, the three of them disappeared, a black smoke clouding around where they once were.

As they disappeared, a momentary silence filled the room. The tension slowly dissipated, leaving behind a mix of relief and lingering unease. (Y/n) stood there, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

Raiden sighed, relieved that the immediate threat was now gone, though he remained vigilant.

"I will go and scout the rest of the temple and the surrounding area to ensure that they're gone," he told the two of them, Fujin nodding as he watched his brother walk away, disappearing into the next hallway.

Fujin remained behind with (Y/n), placing a gentle, affectionate arm around her shuddering body as he tried to comfort her.

"Everything is alright now, my feather," he cooed to her, rubbing comforting circles on her back, "it's over, he is gone."

(Y/n) didn't say anything, nor did she look up at Fujin when he spoke. He gave her patience, as he always did, and within a moment, she threw herself at him, burying her face in his body as she allowed him to wrap her up in a safe, loving embrace.

When she did this, he realised something. She was trembling so much because she was crying.

"It's okay to let it out, my love," Fujin whispered softly, his voice filled with empathy. "I'll hold you for as long as you need me to."

At his words, (Y/n)'s silent tears grew into louder sobs, and she clung to him, her tears dampening his embrace. He could feel the weight of her pain, the depth of her emotions, and it tore at his own heart.

As she became overwhelmed by her own extreme emotions, she felt her knees buckle, though Fujin wouldn't let her fall. Instead, he eased her toward the ground, and there the two of them sat, the wind god holding his lover as she sobbed and wailed at the reminder of her loss, a reminder of who she had been grieving.

He let her release her pain and sorrow, allowing her to express her emotions without judgment or interruption. His touch remained tender and comforting, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her grief.

He whispered soothing words, offering reassurance and understanding in the midst of her anguish.

"I am here to share your burden, my dear. You are not alone in this."

(Y/n)'s cries echoed through the chamber, carried on the waves of her emotions. Fujin remained a constant source of support, his embrace unwavering as he allowed her to grieve the shattered relationship with her father.

Time seemed to stand still as they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms. Fujin held (Y/n) as her tears subsided, her sobs gradually easing into quiet hiccups. He gently brushed her hair, offering silent comfort and a sense of security.

In the stillness of the moment, Fujin spoke softly, his voice a gentle breeze that carried reassurance.

"I know this pain is profound, my love. It will take time to heal, but remember that you have the strength within you to overcome it. Your resilience and determination will guide you through this dark chapter."

He cupped her face with both of his hands, wiping each tear stained cheek with his thumbs as he stared at her glistening face.

"Now, why don't we clean this mess up, and boil another pot of tea. Hey?"

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"We cannot yet return to Shao Kahn, Quan Chi. Not without my daughter."

"But we left your daughter behind at the Sky Temples! How do you propose we obtain her now?!?"

"We don't have to obtain her. I have another plan."

Shang Tsung and Quan Chi argued as they made their way underneath Shao Kahn's castle, as per Shang's request though Quan Chi wasn't quite sure what he was getting at.

Shang Tsung's eyes gleamed with a cunning glint as he led Quan Chi deeper into the hidden chambers beneath the castle. The corridors were dimly lit, the air thick with ancient magic and treacherous intent.

When they made it to Shang's flesh pits, it struck the Netherrealm Sorcerer and he finally realised what exactly was going on.

"After having spent so much time experimenting to create Mileena, I have come up with the perfect blueprint to create life," Shang began, approaching one of his workbenches.

From within his satchel, he pulled out a single hair. (Y/n)'s hair. One which he had plucked from her head before departing.

"With this, I can create a new (Y/n)," he explained, looking toward Quan Chi, "though I need your assistance specifically." "Why is that?" Quan Chi asked, sceptical of his plan. "Because, as you may recall, Mileena was spliced with Tarkatan DNA. The creation was a success, however..."

Shang Tsung eyed the hair of his daughter with evil intent.

"...I am looking to create a more powerful specimen. I need the DNA of an Oni."

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Okay fellas I'm absolutely drawn into this so like, lemme know if you want a part 3.

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~𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽~

Okay, so, I’m not really that motivated to write from my own ideas, but if y’all could send in some requests based on the characters listed then I’d appreciate it very much.

Requests // Open! 

I’m honestly up for writing anything, any reader, any character, any reasonable story, any gender, I will write it for you.

Anything with a ‘*’  is a favourite. 

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Fandoms I write for:

- Mortal Kombat* - Black Butler * - MBAV * - The Santa Clause - The Outsiders - Alien - Death Note

Miscellaneous:

-Bernard The Elf (The Santa Clause)  -David 8 (Prometheus) 

𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕂𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕥:

-Fujin ******** -Cassie Cage* -Jacqui Briggs -Shang Tsung -Frost -Sindel -Liu Kang -Kung Lao

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𝕄𝔹𝔸𝕍:

-Benny Weir * -Ethan Morgan * -Sarah Fox  -Erica  -Rory 

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

-L Lawliet  -Mello  -Matt  -Near  -Misa Amane

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𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕖𝕕'𝕤 𝔼𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔸𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖:

-Bill S Preston Esquire * -Ted “Theodore” Logan *

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𝓣𝓱𝓮   𝓞𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼:

-Ponyboy Curtis  -Sodapop Curtis  -Darrel Curtis  -Dallas Winston  -Two-Bit Mathews  -Johnny Cade  -Curly Shepard  -Steve Randle  -Bob Sheldon  -Cherry Valance  -Marcia 

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𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯:

-Charles Grey* -Ronald Knox* -Sebastian Michaelis  -Mey-rin -Finnian -Hannah Annafellows 

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𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 (Shang Tsung x Reader)

Official Masterlist

Summary: you have made it to the end of time, and everyone you once knew was gone - everyone but the evil sorcerer who enchanted you and gave you everything you could've asked for. But...was this what you really wanted?

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A/N: so this one's just short and sweet, I got this idea randomly in my head so I artistically spewed all over my laptop and you guys get to read the mess!!

I wrote this based on the song Within you by David Bowie as well as the scene after the song in the movie Labyrinth. You'll notice the direct quotes from the movie, and all credit goes to the writers of labyrinth. I'll link both videos just below:

I just thought that the song and scene fit Shang Tsung's character so well and I simply couldn't help myself. So, enjoy! <3

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How you turn my world, you precious thing, You starve and near exhaust me.

Here you were, at the very dawn and end of all time. Standing before you, was no one other than Shang Tsung.

Everything I've done, I've done for you, I move the stars for no one.

You had started to question your judgement a long while into his scheme, having had it prepared from the moment he escaped the hourglass with you, Fujin and Nightwolf. Ultimately, you had been loyal to him, and you never made it a habit to question him.

'He knew what was best for the two of you,' you'd tell yourself.

You've run so long, you've run so far, Your eyes can be so cruel, Just as I can be so cruel.

But was this what you really wanted?

Everyone you ever had a connection with, everyone you had ever known...they were now all gone, their lives extinguished by Shang Tsung's insatiable hunger for power. The weight of their absence bore heavily upon your heart, and the realization that you had become a pawn in his sinister game began to gnaw at your soul.

As you stood face to face with the embodiment of your servitude, doubts and fears welled up inside you like a tidal wave. The once blinding allure of power and control had faded, replaced by a deep longing for freedom and the restoration of the life you had lost.

Shang Tsung, sensing the turmoil within you, smirked knowingly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

"Come now, (Y/n)," Shang began, his tone tempting, "is this not what you wanted? Together, we can reshape the realms to our liking. No longer shall we be bound by the constraints of mortality or the fleeting connections of a fragile world."

His words hung in the air, seductive and dangerous. The temptation to embrace the darkness, to let go of the pain and forge a new existence, tugged at the edges of your consciousness.

"...this..." you said, just above a whisper as you shook your head, "...this isn't what I wanted. You...you took away so many innocent people, removed them from existence after giving them an agonising death. I wanted us to rule together, sculpt the sands of time by both our hands but..."

You shuddered, refusing to look at him.

"...had I known you'd kill so many innocent people, I would never have gone through with this scheme of yours."

Shang Tsung's facade of amusement faded, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. He had expected compliance, not resistance from you. His eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with irritation.

"You dare question my methods now? After all we've been through, all the power I've bestowed upon you?" he spat, his words dripping with venom.

You took a step back, the weight of his anger pressing against you like a suffocating force. But you stood your ground, drawing strength from the memory of those who had been lost.

"...you...you used me for my divine status. You corrupted me," you quavered, feeling tears prick your eyes though you would never give this man the satisfaction of tears. "I should've listened to my brothers when they told me to stay away, and...now they're dead, gone."

"(Y/n), beware. I have been generous up until now. I can be cruel," Shang warned you. "Generous?," you questioned him, your brows furrowed. "What have you done that's generous?"

"Everything!" he snapped, grabbing you roughly by the wrist as he made you look at him, "everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that I remove the obstacles of our love, I removed them. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you!"

His expression softened, as did his grip on your wrist.

"I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn't that generous?"

You stared at Shang Tsung, his words echoing in your mind. Even if you could go back now, your brothers would never forgive you for courting with this beast of a person. Being a protector of Earthrealm and a water goddess, you failed your duties to safeguard the innocent and maintain the delicate balance of the realms. The weight of your failures crushed upon your shoulders, and a deep sorrow washed over you.

As much as you loved this man, as much as he had lulled you into a false sense of security, was there for you when you were at your lowest points, when you were hurting, when you were lonely...you couldn't help but think, did he do that because he cared? Or was it all part of his scheme? From the very beginning?

Though, at this point, what other choice did you have?

You were far too late.

"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

He was under your skin, and there was nothing you could do about it.

In submission, you leaned into him, allowing him to wrap and arm around your waist while the other wielded a powerful magic, one which served to shape the sands of time to his liking.

How sick you were for loving this man so.

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𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 (Fujin x Tsung! Reader)

Official Masterlist   -   Part 2

Summary: As the daughter of Shang Tsung, you have an expectation which was set to you since birth: to become the next champion in Mortal Kombat. Naturally, you were supposed to represent Outworld, however, when you come into contact with someone who saved you when you were a child, you realise your perception of good or bad is skewed, and he makes you reconsider your position entirely. 

Word Count: 8.4k words

This story was written with the song Cosmic Love By Florence and the Machine as the inspiration!

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I hardly remember it happening. I was only but a small belle with a raging fire in her heart. I was so young. Adventurous.

Stupid.

I don't remember much of it. Of the accident.

Father said it looked like I fell in the river by the palace, during the harsh unforgiving winter, and would've surely perished had I not washed upon shore about twenty feet down the river.

But I don't think I could've washed up to the shallow bed of the river on my own. Someone was there. He saved me. He glowed in my blurred vision as I tried to blink the water out of my eyes and cough it out of my lungs. My body was cold, shivering, and my throat felt like it was freezing.

When I thought I was going to die there, father and his servants came to rescue me, one of them having seen me from a window and alerting everyone in close proximity that I had fallen into the river.

Father told me he'd never felt closer to death than that day. Losing me would've been the last of it, not after my mother passed. Ever since then, he's never taken me back to Earthrealm, my birthplace. I've resided in Outworld since age six, and never had any plans to go back.

Not until I met him.

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"(Y/n)?"

…

"(Y/n)!"

…

sigh

"Where could that girl be?"

It wasn't unusual that Shang Tsung would find himself searching hopelessly for his dear and only daughter, within the walls off his grand palace that was due to serve as a venue for the upcoming Mortal Kombat he hosted every generation. Outworld had long claimed this right, and he was prepared for another victory. That would be ten consecutive victories, and he would finally be able to invade and claim Earthrealm with no consequences or backlash by the elder gods. He'd been waiting years for the event, and was eager to have his daughter participate as his champion.

Speaking of...

As the man came closer and closer to the east side of the palace, the sound of loud, familiar thumps became more audible as he walked further. He now knew where his daughter was.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and abruptly teleported himself to his desired location - that was, just outside, by a scrub of trees, one of which his dear daughter was beating the ever living life out of.

"You know, if you keep neglecting to wear protective bandages, you'll damage your hands far beyond repair," Shang lectured her, noting the bloody state of her hands.

She stopped a moment to look at them, huffing and puffing as she pushed her sweat drenched hair out of her face.

"Damage is what makes me stronger, father," she huffed, wiping the blood on her top as she took fighting stance once again, "you want me prepared for kombat, don't you?" "Yes, of course," he smiled, watching as she continued to punch the tree, "but you don't need to focus primarily on your physical strength. You are a sorceress, after all." "But physically hitting something is what gives me satisfaction," she groaned, focused entirely on her training, "it's no fun if I do something as minimalistic as consuming my opponent's soul or setting a fiery serpent upon them." "But it is getting dark, my dear," Shang pointed out, "won't you come inside?" "I'll come inside when I'm done," she huffed between hits, "when it hurts." "Very well," Shang sighed as he turned to go inside, "just be careful."

She didn't say another word to him as he returned to his palace and she continued her make believe battle with this tree as though they'd been enemies for life.

(Y/n) couldn't feel the cold due to how much sweat she had produced from her, even though it was the dead middle of winter in that realm. She would only feel an occasional bite if she stopped momentarily for a breather, but would always continue non stop for longer periods of time.

She was never scared of the dark, not since she was small, nor was she scared of whatever may inhabit it.

But that night truly did make her forever cautious of it from that moment forward.

From behind the tree was a sudden burst of light, one that would've blinded her had the tree been a little more narrow. For the first time in a long time, she felt that pinch of fear in her chest as she stepped back with uncertainty in her eyes. That was when a man appeared from behind it, levitating and glowing. She could feel a cold breeze come off of him, and was at a complete loss of words as she watched him lower himself to the ground.

"Who..." (Y/n) began in a meek voice, mustering up the courage to put more power into it, "...who are you??" "I, (Y/n) Tsung, am Fujin," he introduced himself, "God of wind." "A god?" she asked, sceptically though his appearance did add up.

He nodded, gesturing a hand toward her.

"I have selected you as my champion," he disclosed, "to defend your birthplace of Earthrealm in mortal kombat." "Wait, wait...hold on," she said, flustered as she ran a hand through her hair, "my father has already selected me as his champion. And I may have been born in Earthrealm, but I represent Outworld." "Oh (Y/n)..." Fujin chuckled, approaching her further so he was within touching distance of her, "you've been my desired champion long before your father selected you."

His hands came to cup her face, and before she could protest, she felt his fingers on her temples and a vision suddenly overcame her. She went limp as she watched her memories. It was that day. The day she fell into the river. She could see it all happen from a neutral perspective. Her body sunk to the bottom of the river and she was caught on a log.

Then her perspective changed. She was herself once again, now at the bottom of the river. She felt herself freezing, when a pair of warm arms grabbed her wrists and pulled her out of the river, laying her in the shallows of it. Finally, after all these years, she could make out the face of her saviour. It was him. Fujin. She had been saved by the God of wind.

When she came back to, she gasped as though her lungs were full of water again, her knees buckling as Fujin helped soften her fall.

"I-it..." she looked up at him, "it was you."

He smiled at her and nodded.

"I've watched you grow, from when you were but an infant all the way up until now," he explained, kneeling down in front of her, his hands still grasping hers, "my brother told me you were a lost cause, but I've known since the moment I saved you that you'd become something amazing." "I..." (Y/n) whispered, shaking her head, "...I don't know what to say. I-I mean I'm so very grateful to have been saved by you, but I already have a place in the tournament." "No place is set in stone," Fujin informed her, "you may switch sides at any time you wish."

He let go of her and stood up.

"I'll tell you what, why don't you come and train with me?" he asked, the girl tilting her head slightly, "perhaps you can decide based off of that whether or not you wish to accept my invitation. It can take from a day, to the day before the tournament, and we can train for as long as you'd like each day."

He offered a hand to her.

"What say you, (Y/n) Tsung?"

That was how she ended up face first to the ground, eating dirt after Fujin had deceived her yet again in kombat for the fifth week she had known him.

"You are reckless, (Y/n)," Fujin told her from his place across from her, "you make predictions that you are far too confident of."

With a groan, she pushed herself up off the ground and wiped the dirt off of her face, finding blood in that mix which she then began to taste in her mouth.

"Any advice, oh mighty all-knowing god?" she mocked him, taking fighting stance once again as she prepared herself. "Expect the unexpected, my feather," he instructed, watching as she ran at him with determination in her eyes.

She went to punch him, and as he blocked it, she instead changed the attack while he was vulnerable and swung her leg to swipe him from his feet. While he admitted internally that she was clever for that, he was still able to dodge it with ease, hopping over her leg.

With one swift movement, he brought his firm straight hand down on her back. She cried out and fell once again, coughing violently at the way the attack winded her. Fujin stood patiently, waiting for her to catch her breath again, and once she had, she turned onto her back and breathed the air back into her lungs.

"How...how do you do it, Fujin?" she breathed out her question, the god smiling sweetly as he offered her a hand.

She took it and he helped her up, though placing a hand either side of her waist.

"Have you ever danced the waltz before?" he asked, though a flustered (Y/n) took a moment to answer. "N-no," she answered in a huff, crossing her arms against her chest, "why does that matter?" "I find kombat very alike to dance," he explained, grabbing her arms and gently unfolding them, "it requires much grace and agility to be effective."

He placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other kept in his own, while he let his remaining hand rest on her waist once again.

"Just follow my lead," he instructed, the woman nodding timidly as he only smiled, "to begin, step back on your right foot."

She did as instructed, and as she did, Fujin stepped forward on his left foot.

"Alright, now take a step to the left."

Again, she did as she was asked, and Fujin did the opposite to her.

She could hardly focus with the feeling of his hands on her body and the way his gentle breath would tickle her face. He smelled like a fresh spring morning, like mist and dewdrops and sunlight.

"Very good," he praised her, "now step forward on your left foot."

For all of this dance, she had been staring down at her own feet, shakily ensuring she made every step correctly. As many would know, it is proper etiquette to look your partner in the eyes while dancing with them, and while he understood why she would struggle with this, he'd still encourage it.

"(Y/n)," he began, his hand moving from her waist to pinch her chin as he drew her face upward so he could look into her eyes, "a dancer always looks their partner in the eyes when conducting a dance."

Staring into his glowing orbs like that, her words got caught in her throat, so she only gulped them back down and nodded. His hand fell away from her face and back down to her waist, and they continued with this lesson.

He tried to hide a giggle at how red her face was, not only from the mix of blood and dirt that she had neglected to properly wipe off before, but also from the blood that was in her face that told him she was flustered. He could almost feel the heat radiating off her face, but he started to think that maybe that was the heat from his own face he was feeling. Not nearly as intensely as she would've been feeling it, but he couldn't help but feel that maybe there was more to their relationship than sensei and student. He wouldn't jump to labels though, he'd merely explore this sensation with her, and whether she reciprocated these feelings or not was entirely out of his hands.

Fujin was snapped out of his thoughts when she stepped on his foot, though obviously by accident she was still very apologetic.

"Oh- I'm so sorry," she gasped softly, attempting to move away from him. "No, no, it's alright," he insisted, keeping a tight hold on her so she couldn't escape his grip, "you're doing very well."

It was from that point that (Y/n) actually began to consider switching sides. This bond she shared with Fujin ran deeper than she ever cared to consider, and she was yet to figure out just what she was destined to do.

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"Are you alright, my dear?"

(Y/n) hadn't realised that she had been vacantly staring into her plate of food until the moment she heard her father's voice, looking up at the old man with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Huh?" she hummed, obviously having zoned out. "You've hardly touched your food," Shang pointed out, tilting his head ever so slightly, "is there something the matter?" "I-uh," she stuttered, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, "no, I'm just...tired is all. Been training non stop for weeks and it's starting to catch up to me."

He smiled endearingly at her and pushed her plate of food closer to her.

"A champion needs their meals to produce energy," he encouraged her, "after all, you'll be fighting in the tournament in a few weeks. You will be my champion."

That horrid sensation of guilt filled her stomach once again, ruining her appetite and putting her entirely off of the meal once more. She loved her father, like any paternally nurtured child would, but after the time she had spent training with Fujin, she realised that her concept of what was good and what was bad wasn't taught correctly.

She was heavily conflicted, so much so that she couldn't even think anymore. And because she couldn't think, she could no longer sleep either.

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(Y/n) didn't even want to raise her head when she heard the tapping on her window. She had hardly seen a blink of sleep since her conflicting thoughts began, and her face was far too comfortable nuzzled in her red velvet pillow. At first, she tried to convince herself that it was nothing more than a tree branch or an animal. But of course, what animal would tap repetitively like that?

With a huff, she lifted her head, slowly and painfully turning to see who it was that bothered her in this evening. She didn't know why she was even surprised, she always saw Fujin at this time of the afternoon, it was only natural he came looking for her after she remained loyal for every other day.

Deciding it was only right, she got up from her place on her oh so comfortable bed, leaving it's safety to open the window and see her friend.

"I'm sorry Fujin, I forgot," she sighed apologetically, Fujin shaking his head as a worried look carved itself into his features. "Don't apologise," he demurred, "are you alright?" "Y-yeah," she stuttered, rubbing her forehead, "I'm fine."

The man cocked his brow and tilted his head ever so slightly, and that was all she needed to see to know that he wasn't convinced.

“Fujin, I’m...” she began, closing her eyes as an attempt to stop them from tearing up, “...I’m conflicted.” He didn’t say anything, he only looked down briefly, and she could see that he understood what she was saying. When he looked up again, there was no particular emotion on his face, though it was comforting to her as he held his hand out. 

“Would you like to come with me, just for a while?” 

(Y/n) truly didn’t want to go anywhere right then, she was tired and upset and feeling more emotions than she ever had in her life. But something in her chest told her that she needed this, she needed to get away from her cave and feel something other than upset for a bit.

She didn’t say anything, she only nodded and took his hand and he helped her out of her window and to the ground. Though they had met the ground, he didn’t let go of her hand, he held it the whole time the two of them walked together in the dark, the forest only illuminated by his ethereal, godly glow which provided (Y/n) with a sense of security. He was warm, he always was. 

Shortly, the two of them had arrived at a small little lake/rockpool type thing that had the most beautiful little waterfall that fell into it. What set it aside from any regular little lake was it’s iridescent blue glow that emitted from the stones in the water, and the cute little fireflies that also glowed a gorgeous sapphire in colour. (Y/n) had never known such a place could exist in Outworld, she’d only thought it misery and evil. But she supposed that every world had it’s beautiful secrets. 

She’d spent so much time simply admiring it that she hadn’t noticed Fujin removing his shirt, and when (Y/n) did finally notice her face blew up in red and heat. 

“W-what are you doing??” she asked, flustered though unable to keep her eyes off of his muscular figure. “I’m going for a swim,” he explained nonchalantly, throwing his shirt over to a large stone so it wouldn’t get wet as he stepped into the shallow part of the water, “you should join me.”

She stood there a moment, shy and bashful, not really knowing what she was doing or where this was going. But why on earth would she pass up this opportunity?

With a huff, she began to disrobe yourself, having considered leaving her pants on but figuring that they would become too heavy in the water due to their baggy nature, so she removed them too. (Y/n) was left in her delicate unders - a white tube top and a matching pair of underwear. They were light and thin for a reason, but it turns out they wouldn’t serve her dignity well in water.

Timidly, (Y/n) approached the water, letting it surround her ankles as it was not freezing, but cold enough to be fresh and crisp to her skin.

“Come on, Feather,” Fujin called from further into the pool, “the water’s nice.”

She hesitantly heeded his call, subtly covering her chest out of embarrassment from the exposure, her skin covered in goose bumps as she didn’t dare look Fujin in the eyes. 

Since she had been looking down so long, she was startled when she was splashed with water - water which drenched her chest and even got to her face. (Y/n) looked up in annoyance, only to find Fujin floating there in the water with a cheeky smile adorning his lips.

“You were taking too long,” he teased, all annoyance on her side fading away as she matched his mischievous manner with an evil smirk. 

From under the water, she brought up a pair of glowing hands. Fujin knew (Y/n) rarely used her powers, so he was aware that she wasn’t just playing around. From behind him, she summoned a decent wave which drenched him completely, ruining his perfectly done up hair which he decided to undo. 

She’d never seen him with his hair down, and needless to say she was glad she drenched him like that for the sake of seeing just how long his hair really was. He just ended up rubbing the salt into the wound by flicking it back and forth, and by then she was sure her face was burning bright red. 

“Is that what we’re gonna do?” he asked, pushing his wet hair out of his face as you shrugged. “you started it,” (Y/n) said cheekily, slowly letting herself sink a little further into the water. “alright, if that’s how you’d like to play,” he began, drawing water from the lake with his wind abilities, “then we’ll play.”

(Y/n) shrieked as he splashed her with water once again, though that being one of joy as she had a smile on her face so big that it ached. She had completely abandoned the idea of timidity and embarrassment as she drew more water herself and battled with her mentor. Though when water had it’s limits, the two of them engaged in some light-hearted kombat. At first it remained traditional, with ordinary attacks that involved ordinary blocking and countering, though over time it became more of a playful wrestle, the two of them trying to overpower each other with more extended forms of physical contact, like grabbing each other by the arms and trying to push the other over. Laughter echoed in the rockpools, along with the splashing of water and occasional shrieks. Though when (Y/n) was about to overpower Fujin, he disappeared into the water. She knew what was happening, he was trying to sneak up on her. So she waited, listening carefully, feeling any vibration she could as she remained still in the water. her eyes were closed as she knew vision would be of no use to her in this stealth attack, only sound and touch were necessary. 

She could feel him, but perhaps a moment too late as he shot up from the water, engulfing her in his arms from behind as she tried to wrestle herself out of his grip in hysterical laughter. Though as she did, the two of them ended up wandering closer to the shore, and in all of their excitement, the two of them tripped on a larger stone and toppled to the ground. 

Fujin was careful to not allow all of his weight to crush her, since he ended up being the one cushioned by her falling first onto her back. All went silent as (Y/n) realised Fujin was hovering over her, a knee between her legs and his hands either side her head. Neither of them spoke, they only stared at each other, unmoving. She was absolutely fixated on him, not a single thought it her mind as he was the same. 

Though not a moment later did her thoughts sync, and she understood what exactly was happening. (Y/n) didn’t breathe when Fujin leaned down and captured her in a passionate kiss, only letting the air escape her lungs in a dreamy sigh when she returned his gesture in a fit of hunger and infatuation for him and only him. Her finger laced in his wet hair, and she felt a hand of his caress her waist so innocently yet so obviously out of sexual frustration. 

And in those waters he took her. 

She knew where she wanted to stand now. 

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On the day of the tournament, (Y/n) woke up with not another emotion other than pure dread. She felt sick to her stomach from anxiety alone, and she had no idea how she was going to pull this manoeuvre off.  Though she knew she had to confront her father about it eventually, she wanted to put it off for as long as she could so she could organise her thoughts, be sure that this was the decision she wanted to make before she did something she regretted. 

She was already dressed in her lightest yet most extravagant clothing, the clothing she knew would provide her with the most flexibility and agility, that wouldn’t weigh her down or hinder her performance, because tournament wasn’t something to take lightly. And as she stared at herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair in a way that would keep it out of her face, a loud knock came to her door.

It was her dad, she knew that because he called her name. (Y/n) had no time to think, so she panicked and escaped through her window, running as fast as she could away from that place. 

In all of her anxious exhaustion, she found herself at the waterfall Fujin had taken her to that one evening - it was the only place she could think to go. She sat on the rocks, and it was there she began into uncontrollable sobs involuntarily. (Y/n) didn’t know what else to do, so she just cried and cried and cried. 

She were startled when she felt a cold hand come to her back, flinching as she looked back to see who it was. Even in her teary vision she could make out Fujin in all his beauty. At first he didn’t even say anything, he only scooped her up and sat with her in his arms, holding her like a child as he let her cry. He held her close enough so that his shirt could catch her tears, and his smell was of some solace to her, so in time she calmed down to a few stray tears and sniffles.

He adjusted her in his lap in a way that allowed him to see her face and cup it, affectionately wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“You’ll be perfect today, my feather,” he whispered softly, “and no matter what happens, I’ll be here to ensure you have a warm home to fall back onto.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, and she gripped his hands like they were her lifeline, feeling more tears well up in her eyes as she simply started crying again. Fujin just kissed her face and held her tight, waiting patiently for her to be ready. 

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Fujin entered the walls of Shang Tsung’s palace, his champion at his side as his allies stared in horror and shock. 

“What are you doing with that snakes’ offspring??” his brother, Raiden asked in disgust as his own champions mumbled amongst each other. “(Y/n) Tsung is my champion,” Fujin stated confidently, placing a hand on her shoulder, “she is on our side now.” “Are you crazy Fujin??” Raiden fumed, “you’ve recruited the enemy! You may very well have killed us all at that point!” “You don’t see humans like I do, brother,” Fujin nodded toward the woman, “Unlike her father, she is only young and has had the time and opportunity to see the light,” he looked back toward his brother, “have faith in myself and (Y/n), Raiden. I would never have recruited someone who would jeopardise us in Kombat.”

Raiden stared at (Y/n), analysing her and reading her character, reluctant to believe that she would be of any benefit to Earthrealm and it’s survival. But if he trusted anyone, it was his brother - someone like Fujin couldn’t be bewitched by even Shang Tsung’s own flesh and blood. With a sigh of defeat, he looked down and looked back up at her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t let us down, Tsung sorceress,” he instructed her, the woman nodding confidently as she straightened up. “You have my word, Lord Raiden,” she vowed, a delicate hand over her chest.

Raiden gave her a single nod, and left her side, instructing her as well as his own champions to follow suit. 

For the most part, (Y/n) recognised Raiden’s group of champions. Lui Kang, and his good friend Kung Lao, descendant of the great Kung Lao. Edenian allies Princess Kitana and her friend Jade. Though there were some military personnel from Earthrealm who she didn’t recognise. That wasn’t of her biggest concerns, at that moment she was more worried about how she would face her father. 

“Lady (Y/n) Tsung!”

Perhaps her father shouldn’t have been her top concern at that time. 

(Y/n) was startled when she felt a strong hand grip her wrist and spin her around, finding it was the emperor to this very realm, Shao Kahn, with his Naknadan debt collector goon, Kollector at his side as always. Obviously he hadn’t noticed the group she were with, assuming she had only gotten lost in the crowd as he was good friends of her fathers’ and would never think her to betray the man. The group unknowingly left her behind as she entertained the emperors greeting.

“Shao Kahn, e-excellent to see you as always!” she beamed nervously, trying not to sound too suspicious as the man placed his hands on his hips confidently. “I am keen on seeing you in kombat today,” he declared in his powerful voice, “I’m sure your father will be very proud.” “Uh, speaking of my father,” she began, scratching the back of her neck, “you haven’t seen him around yet, have you?” “I had just spoken with him, he was at the buffet greeting other guests and kombatants,” Shao Kahn answered, the woman nodding. “Okay, great, thank you. Be seeing you, Shao Kahn!” she thanked him briefly, rushing off before he could ask her why she went in the opposite direction to where he had directed her. 

(Y/n) wanted to find the group before she found anymore of her father’s friends who would no doubt stop her to talk to her about the tournament. But they, as well as herself, were lost in the crowd of mixed races from across the realms, though predominantly Earthrealmers, Outworlders and Edenians. 

Though despite her great efforts to avoid her father, (Y/n) felt his presence behind her and she was all too late to get away.

“(Y/n)!” her father called for her from behind, grabbing her wrist like Shao Kahn did but in a much gentler way, “where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” “Father...” she tried to speak, though choking on her own guilt, “...I...”

He stared at her intently, waiting patiently for her to speak. But the words never came, and she simply hugged him. She figured that if she was becoming allies with his enemy, this would be the last chance she’d get to hug him again. Momentarily the man was confused, but didn’t make questioning affection a habit as he closed his arms around her and gave her a tender hug within the crowd. (Y/n) felt her eyes tear up, but she didn’t dare cry, she only savoured the moment, before he pulled back and gave her a proud smile that tore her heart in two. 

“Now come along, you’re to be presented alongside Emperor Shao Kahn and his daughter,” her father instructed.

Before (Y/n) could protest, he was dragging her along through the crowd, eventually coming to the thrones that centred what would classically be a ballroom, though in this case was a kombat ring. Though she had just interacted with him, Shao Kahn had quickly gone to claim his place on the centred throne, his daughter Mileena - a long time friend of (Y/n)’s - at his side in her own place. Being at the centre stage, she was much too afraid to begin confrontation then and there, so she obeyed her father’s orders of taking her own seat, beside her fathers which was next to Shao Kahn’s throne. Mileena looked across at (Y/n) and chucked her a playful glance, though not reciprocating her mood as she gave her a polite nod before looking back over the crowd. 

Shang Tsung captured the attention of eager kombatants as he stood up and clapped once, silencing the crowd. 

“In the beginning, were the elder gods. In their wisdom, they created a tournament to safeguard each realm from the threat of invasion,” he began as standard protocol, “once a generation, the finest warriors must battle to decide the fate of their realm. The winner will be granted long life and great power. If one realm wins the tournament ten times consecutively, they will gain the right to merge with the opposing realm, and rule as they see fit.”

His hands came to rest in one another before his chest, as he smiled ever so slightly.

“I, Shang Tsung, emissary of the great Shao Kahn - emperor of Outworld, winner of the last nine tournaments against Earthrealm - welcome you to Mortal Kombat.”

There was a surge of excitement and cheering within the crowd below, those of every race impatient to draw some blood and break some bones not only for the sake of their realm, but the sake of causing pain and suffering to others. Earthrealmers weren’t as keen on the idea of having fun here - only surviving and ensuring that this tournament wasn’t won by Shao Kahn at any cost. 

(Y/n) would fight by her father until duty called for her to switch sides - and such an event was inevitable. Her father turned around to look at her, stepping over to her side as he held a hand out for her.

“My champion, and only child, (Y/n) Tsung,” he announced as she took his hand and stood up, hearing the crowd cheer at her name, particularly those of Outworld as they knew her to put up a decent fight, “will be fighting on behalf of the Outworld tonight.”

Guilty, she looked over toward Fujin and his brother Raiden. The thunder god was glaring at her with hatred and a sense of betrayal, however when she cast her sight over to Fujin she felt a sense of relief wash over her, his eyes filled with nothing but love and patience as he knew she would not betray them that night. 

(Y/n) was met with her first opponent, an arrogant man who didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated by her, most likely because she was only a girl to him, and where he came from, most girls didn’t really fight. That was okay, she wasn’t offended, in fact, his underestimation would give her an advantage.

The fight began, and (Y/n) unleashed her agility and skill, surprising her opponent with her speed and precision. She dodged his attacks effortlessly, countering with swift and calculated strikes. Each move she made showcased her mastery of combat techniques inherited from her father, combined with her own unique style. The crowd watched in awe as she gracefully evaded her opponent's every move.

As the battle intensified, (Y/n) could feel the eyes of her father and Fujin on her. When she remembered her father, she felt anxious. But whenever she remembered Fujin’s presence, she felt it working hard to wash away her anxieties, strengthening her resolve and giving her the power to continue. She tapped into her inner strength, focusing her energy and unleashing a powerful combination of strikes that left her opponent staggering.

With a final decisive blow, (Y/n) emerged victorious, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. There, the man lay on the ground, a groaning blood covered mess, and (Y/n) could feel the guilt intensely as she looked across at him, knowing exactly what was to come next.

“Finish him,” Shao Kahn commanded of her.

She glanced at her father, who nodded solemnly, reminding her of the stakes they were playing for. This was it - if she finished this man, there was no way she could represent Earthrealm, like a contract, binding her to this land.

(Y/n) approached him, slowly, as everyone around them watched with anticipation, ready to see her tear him a part. At first, she was thinking of ditching this whole idea of joining the good guys and killing him, to save herself the pain of having to betray her father. But, when he looked up at her, outwardly unafraid though she could see a glint of fear in his eyes, she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

“...I...I can’t.”

There was a few gasps followed by a surge of chatter amongst the crowd at the shocking announcement. (Y/n) sighed as she extended a hand for the man. At first, he eyed it suspiciously, afraid that this was some sort of sick joke or set up which would lead to a humiliating death. She understood why he would think such a thing, but remained patient, tilting her head and giving him a sincere smile. 

Reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed her hand, surprised when all she did was help pull him onto his feet. She let go of his hand and took a step back, giving him a moment to collect himself. The crowd fell into a stunned silence, unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events. (Y/n) could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, but she could no longer hide from what was rightfully her fate.

“Father, I do not represent Outworld in kombat,” she began, turning to face Shang Tsung, “I don’t stand for these cruel things you promote within this land. I have seen the suffering caused by the tournaments - by Outworld, the pain and loss inflicted upon innocent lives. I cannot be a part of it any longer. Now, I fight for Earthrealm."

Shang Tsung's expression turned cold and furious. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his own daughter. 

"You dare defy me, (Y/n)? After all I've done for you? I raised you to be a powerful sorceress, the next champion of Outworld!" 

(Y/n) stood tall, her voice unwavering. 

"You raised me to be more than just a weapon, Father. I have learned compassion and empathy. I cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering caused by these battles. Earthrealm and its people deserve a chance at peace."

Shang Tsung stared at his daughter in disbelief, as a piercing silence towered over the kombat hall. He was stunned, hurt, heartbroken, this couldn’t be true.

“You are bewitched, daughter!” he accused, pointing a finger at her.

(Y/n) shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No, Father, I am not bewitched. I have made a choice, a choice to stand against the cruelty and violence. I want to fight for a better world, a world where all realms can coexist in peace."

Shang Tsung's anger turned into a mix of disappointment and sadness. He struggled to find the words to respond, his voice barely a whisper.

"I thought I raised you better than this, (Y/n). But it seems I have failed as a father."

(Y/n) stepped closer to him, her voice filled with emotion.

"No, Father, you didn't fail. You gave me the skills and knowledge, but I have chosen a different path. I can no longer follow the path of darkness."

Shang Tsung looked into his daughter's eyes, searching for any trace of doubt or hesitation. But all he found was determination and resolve.

"Very well, (Y/n). If this is the path you have chosen, then I cannot stand in your way. But know this, you are no longer my daughter. From this moment on, you are my enemy - Outworld’s enemy."

Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face as she nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. She didn’t say anything else - she couldn’t. The consequences of her decision had finally come crashing down upon her, but she knew she couldn’t fold to this guilt trip. She had to remain strong, for Earthrealm’s sake.

“Should anything have happened to you, I have prepared a second champion to use at my disposal,” Shang Tsung began, cutting through the silence once again and piquing everyone’s interest, “I suppose he will be of great use at this time.”

Shang Tsung clicked his fingers once, as if he were summoning someone.

“Prince Goro.”

(Y/n) felt her heart sink at the name which her father had called, hearing earth shaking footsteps which echoed within the halls of her former home as the warrior summoned came to the kombat hall.

The shokan prince stood tall and confident at Shang Tsung’s side, towering menacingly over everyone in the room with the staggering height difference and his sheer body mass. His four massive arms were a clear display of his formidable strength. Goro's eyes locked with (Y/n)'s, and there was a mix of curiosity and recognition in his gaze. They had crossed paths before, in training sessions and sparring matches when she was still under her father's tutelage.

But, like most Outworld fighters, he was merciless. 

“The tournament shall now continue.”

(Y/n) turned into the crowd, joining them with the man she had just fought following her as the next kombatants were prepared for the next fight. They approached the group which (Y/n) had entered with, and the tension that had been there before regarding her presence had diminished, which she assumed was from her display of loyalty. 

Fujin approached her, wiping the residual tears from her face as Raiden stared.

“I am sorry for ever doubting you, (Y/n) Tsung,” he apologised, though his voice was still firm and assertive, “I understand that it must’ve been hard to part with your father in that way.” "It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "But I couldn't continue to stand by and watch the suffering. Earthrealm needs us now more than ever."

Now, most Outworld fighters seemed more arrogant than they were skilled, and now that (Y/n) had switched onto her rightful side, she was able to give her now fellow kombatants tips when fighting various opponents, and most importantly, pinpoint all of their weaknesses for her allies to use at their disposal. 

The tournament progressed nicely, and so far, no one who represented Earthrealm had lost a match yet, save for you defeating the man you had come to know as Johnny Cage at the beginning of it all. You guys were almost through with it all, having defeated most of Outworld’s opponents. All who was left now, was Prince Goro.

A member of the special forces, Jax Briggs, had volunteered to take on Goro, considering he was quite large and burly himself. (Y/n) wasn’t entirely confident in his ability to battle the shokan warrior, though she wouldn’t say anything out of fear of being criticised by her peers who were already weary of her. 

As Jax stepped into the ring, he prepared himself for the fight, stretching as his face displayed not even a hint of fear. After a moment, they were set to kombat. The battle between Jax and Goro commenced, the two combatants circling each other, measuring their opponent's strength. Jax relied on his immense physical power and combat training, while Goro unleashed his brute force and four deadly arms. 

With every strike, Jax's muscles bulged, and he displayed remarkable agility for his size. He aimed powerful punches and bone-crushing kicks at Goro, determined to bring the shokan prince down. 

The crowd held their breath, their eyes fixated on the intense fight unfolding before them. (Y/n) watched anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest. 

While the man did put up a good fight, it was only inevitable that he would become tired. 

Jax seemed to slip up, and Goro seized the opportunity and grabbed onto the smaller man’s arms. You bit your lip as you saw exactly what was to come from this.

Agonisingly, everyone watched as Goro began stretching the man, holding onto his body with his two lower arms while his two upper arms had a tight grasps on Jax’s arms. Jax began screaming as he realised what was happening, and soon enough, both of his arms had been torn clean off. 

There was an audible gasp within the audience, and it was clear who the victor was. 

Despite all the blood he was losing, Jax seemed to still be alive, as his special forces partner Sonya Blade dragged him out of the ring, allowing Raiden to seal his wounds over with his powers to stop the bleeding. 

(Y/n) looked between everyone, guilt pooling in her gut, and she knew in that moment that she could no longer hold her silence.

“I must face him,” she announced, causing the frantic chatter to cease as everyone within her group looked at her, “I’m the only one here who has the knowledge that I do about Prince Goro. And regardless, if anyone should die at his hands, it should be me - not anyone else.”

No one argued with her, they were all simply stunned at the announcement. Fujin approached her, placing a firm yet affectionate hand on her shoulder.

“I believe in you, my feather,” he assured her, his eyes fixated on hers, “you will not fail us today, you have my faith.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the imminent battle that awaited her. With her heart heavy and her determination unwavering, she approached the ring where Goro stood, his gaze fixed upon her.

As (Y/n) stepped into the ring, the air was thick with tension. The crowd fell into a hushed silence, their eyes locked on the sorceress about to face the monstrous shokan prince. She could feel the weight of their expectations and the weight of her own conviction.

Goro's four arms flexed, his eyes narrowing with anticipation. He towered over (Y/n), his towering presence seemingly insurmountable. But she refused to let fear consume her.

Their starting cue was called, and the kombat was instant. Compared to Goro, (Y/n) was obviously much more agile, so every reckless punch and kick he threw at her, she was able to dodge with ease, counterattacking swiftly with precise strikes. He was yet to lay a hit on her, and to him that was torture.

(Y/n) had studied Goro's fighting style extensively and knew that his size and brute strength were his greatest assets. She focused on exploiting his vulnerabilities, targeting the joints in his arms and legs, aiming to immobilize him and diminish his advantage.

Though, getting too close was a great risk, and it seems that not even she could evade his close contact attacks.

As she aimed to kick in the back of his leg while she presumed he was not focused, he spun around, his fist connecting with her face as she was sent flying backward, to the edge of the ring. 

There was a slight pause as (Y/n) regained her senses. That was the first hit he had made on her, and that may well have been enough to doom her for the rest of the match. She reached up to touch her face, finding that when she pulled her hand away, that there was blood, most likely pouring out of her nose though she couldn’t be sure.

Her eyes drew upward toward her opponent, and suddenly, they began glowing green as she conjured magic in her hands. This was an indicator that, should she win, she would not spare the Prince’s life. It was becoming all too real, and even the crowd was stunned by this revelation. 

Their fight continued, considerably more violent than it had been beforehand. The green magic which circled (Y/n)’s fists proved a worthy advantage, as her hits now seemed to pack a little more punch than before and had visible effects on her opponent. Goro could easily match this energy, and naturally his movements became more erratic, each hit he threw with the intention to kill. 

(Y/n) threaded in and out of his space, weaving through each hit he threw as she tried to get close enough once again to place a hit that would wind him enough that she could hit him with a final blow. However, in doing this, in her concussed state, she would find herself coat-hangered by the shokan prince, catching her on his elbow as he drew her in and began choking her out. 

Clawing at his arms, she spluttered desperately trying to free herself though at this point it was useless. Her face was becoming bright red as she suffocated, searching her mind for any answer at all which could help her out of this situation.

Her Earthrealm allies watched with anxiety, and Fujin’s patience had worn thin as he prayed for her to do something - anything, to defeat this beast and return safely to him. 

(Y/n) could slowly feel herself losing consciousness, as old memories played back in her mind. It was true - your life did flash before you when you were about to die. 

In her mind, she saw her earliest memories - her mother’s death, her near death experience, being raised by her father. 

Then, her most recent memories, and her encounters with her father before this moment.

"Damage is what makes me stronger, father," she huffed, wiping the blood on her top as she took fighting stance once again, "you want me prepared for kombat, don't you?" "Yes, of course," he smiled, watching as she continued to punch the tree, "but you don't need to focus primarily on your physical strength. You are a sorceress, after all."

(Y/n) felt a rush of adrenaline force it’s way through her body, and she felt herself react in a blanked out state of mind. Before she knew it, the Shokan prince was dead. 

Everyone observed in quiet shock.

Shoved through Goro’s face was the blade of a glowing green gauntlet which (Y/n) had summoned in her fist. As it retracted, Goro took a few mindless steps back before he fell to the ground. 

Goro, the Shokan Prince, was dead. 

Her father was right about one thing, she definitely could rely on her sorceress powers more often. 

There was an uproar of cheering and celebration, namely amongst her Earthrealm allies. 

Exhausted, (Y/n) collapsed, falling onto her back as she breathed heavily. In her blurred and muffled senses, she could still easily make out the face which hung over her - Fujin, of course, who was knelt down beside her.

Fujin's expression was a mixture of relief and concern as he gently cradled (Y/n)'s head in his hands. He could see the exhaustion etched on her face and the toll the battle had taken on her.

"You did it, my feather," he said softly, his voice filled with admiration. “You’ve saved Earthrealm for another generation. I’m so very proud of you, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) managed a weak smile as she gazed up at him. Even as she coughed up a little more blood, Fujin still couldn’t help but have an affectionate eye for her. 

As the adrenaline began to wear off, the pain from her injuries intensified, and her body protested against the strain it had endured. But she couldn't help feeling a sense of fulfilment and accomplishment.

Earthrealm was safe for another generation, and (Y/n) was safe with her lover in a new home. 

Though, these events would weigh on her for the rest of her life, and naturally, the consequences of her betrayal would come back to haunt her. 

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Part 2 boys??? T-T

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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 (Fujin x Reader)

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Summary: As confusion and desire intertwine, you embark on a journey to discover that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize, and the true source of warmth and affection may have been by our side all along.

Word Count: 5.5k

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Based off the song 'Stupid for you' by Waterparks. Enjoy! :)

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Hey, tell me what you want me to say,

You know I'm stupid for you.

You swore on your mother's life that you'd do anything for him.

Hey, can you come and come out and play,

You know I'm stupid for you.

But why would your love and devotion be of any use to him?

A wind god? Returning feelings for his reckless human friend?

He was way out of your league and that fact had been taunting you since the second you realised you had the biggest crush on him.

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note.

Not to mention his ridiculously over protective brother, who, of course, was another god. If he found out that you had a crush on Fujin, then he'd do anything in his power to prevent the two of you forming a romantic relationship. Oh, and god forbid - no pun intended - if you and Fujin on the off chance did become an item. That was a death wish, the man would smite you.

But, a girl could dream.

So there you sat, on a pretty, grassy, cute little hill just outside the Shaolin temples, where you'd grown up and trained. At first, you were hiding from your good friends Liu Kang and Kung Lao after pulling a horrifying prank that involved water, flour and feathers. But when they never found you, you found yourself still out on the hill as the sun was setting. You hated being alone because that meant you had to think - be in your own head.

Now, Raiden didn't particularly like you for your reputation of not always thinking things through, and when you were intentionally doing something, it was usually a prank. You were an idiot, you knew that. That also meant that you'd never make any breathless impression on your dear Fujin, and that would eat you up inside til the end of time.

"You're not usually out here on your own."

You were startled at the sound of a voice, whipping your head around to see who spoke. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Fujin, but of course out of instinct you did anyways.

God, you'd never get tired of looking at him. He was such a beautiful man, with his pretty, long snowy white hair and his pretty, glowing eyes matching his pretty body. You always had to physically stop yourself from gasping or sighing whenever you saw him.

"Y-yeah, I..." you fumbled over your words, scratching the back of your head sheepishly, "...just needed to catch some air and a second to think." "So, you're okay?" he asked, approaching you before crouching down beside you on the grass. "Course I am..." you sighed, looking down, "...sorta." "What's on your mind, feather?"

That name he called you, of all things, would be the blissful death of you.

“I don’t know…” you sighed, letting your shoulders sag as you laced your fingers into the grass, “…it’s just, I hate being alone, because when I'm alone it makes me think, and when I think, there’s usually only one thing I think of.”

“and that would be?” Fujin further pried, your face flushing red as you looked away from him.

“a someone. a someone who makes me feel all weird and fuzzy inside, a someone who can make me smile even on the worst of my days,” you explained, feeling your heart beat harshly against your own ribcage, “someone who I want more than anything.”

“What’s stopping you from obtaining them, (Y/n)?” he asked, tilting his head at you curiously.

“Well, that’s my dilemma,” you huffed hopelessly, still too afraid to look him in the eyes, “he’s not someone I can obtain. He’s way out of my league - probably doesn’t even experience emotions like I do. But that’s okay, this silly little school-girl crush of mine will fade away one day. But for now, it’ll eat me up inside til it does go away.”

“Have you ever even asked this someone if he reciprocated these feelings?”

You felt your insides turn when Fujin brushed against your side, properly sitting on the grass next to you but also much closer to you than he was before. Your face was radiating a harsh heat, and you were certain you were bright red. To avoid allowing him to see this, you simply cleared your throat and continued to look away from him.

“I’m certain he would never feel the same, it’s impossible,” you assured him, looking out into the distance as to allow the cold breeze to cool your face.

“But how do you know that?”

You felt him lean in closer, pressing the side of his body to yours, and his hand behind you as he leaned back. You felt as though you were about to go into cardiac arrest with how fast your little heart was beating.

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the words to respond.

"I... I've never had the courage to ask. Besides, it's not like he would be interested in someone like me. I'm just an ordinary mortal, and he's a...a literal god."

Fujin's presence beside you felt both comforting and electrifying. You could sense his genuine concern as he spoke softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You underestimate yourself, (Y/n). Love doesn't discriminate based on mortal or godly status. It's a force that transcends such boundaries."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you turned to face him, finally meeting his intense gaze. His eyes held a mixture of sincerity and longing, and it took your breath away.

"But what if I get rejected? What if I ruin our friendship? I don't want to lose him."

Fujin's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I understand your fears, but sometimes, taking a chance is worth the risk. Regret is a heavier burden to carry than the fear of rejection. And true friendship can weather any storm."

His touch sent a surge of warmth through you, and you couldn't deny the growing desire within your heart.

"Fujin, what are you trying to say?"

He smiled softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm saying that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize. And sometimes, the one who has been there all along is the one who can make you feel those fuzzy, warm emotions you long for."

Confusion and bewilderment warred within you as you tried to process his words. You had never been so close to Fujin, so close that you could literally feel his body pressed against yours, though you didn't dare turn your head to look at him, for you were afraid that if you tried, you'd explode from nerve.

"There she is!!"

Before you could say anything more, this tender moment was interrupted by the likes of your two friends who had been searching for you for quite a while. Panic set in as you remembered what you did, and you got up to try and run away from them. However, they were quick to catch up to you, Lao quick to grab onto you and throw you over his shoulder.

"You thought we'd forgotten about you?" Liu teased, yourself scoffing as you shook your head. "Sure took you guys a while," she taunted, trying to wriggle free from her friend's grip, "have fun getting all those feathers off?" "Oh, we're gonna have some fun alright," Lao snickered, effortlessly holding you still enough with only one of his arms, "how does a nice, long soak in the nearby lake sound? Feathered and all?"

Your face paled in realization, and you looked toward Fujin as they began taking you away.

"Come on guys, you know I was only joking, right?" you tried reasoning with them, though they weren't taking any of it. "Fujin! Save me!" you begged him, though your pleading was in vain as he simply laughed at your misfortune.

"This sounds like a battle I shouldn't interfere with," Fujin chuckled, throwing you a playful salute, "good luck, my feather."

He winked at you, and that little action shot straight through you like one of cupid's stupid little love arrows.

Oh dear...you really were...what was the word? Oh,

down tremendously bad.

Once you reached the lake, you resigned yourself to the fate that awaited you, accepting the inevitable dunking and subsequent laughter that would follow.

As they prepared to toss you into the water, you closed your eyes and braced yourself, trying to push away the lingering thoughts of Fujin.

At least the dunking took your mind off of it all...

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Watching with affection, Fujin stayed sat on that little hill as you were carried away from him by your two vengeful friends who were ready to exact that sweet revenge on you. Consequences are a good thing, and an entertaining thing as well. Perhaps next time you wouldn't get so flustered in his presence.

Though, Fujin couldn't deny the way your presence made his own being feel, like he could hardly control himself. His heart was still beating hard in his chest from how close he had managed to get himself to you. Your touch was like no other, and your status of mere mortal meant nothing to him.

He wanted you, but naturally, someone was in the way.

"Brother."

Fujin didn't even turn around when he heard the voice of his brother call his name. Even though he said nothing, Raiden knew he had acknowledged his presence.

"A word?" Raiden requested, stern as ever as Fujin simply gave a single nod and waited for him to continue.

"You should know better than this, Fujin," Raiden warned him. "Better than what?" Fujin asked in response, playing dumb though he already knew what he was getting at. "Falling in love with a mortal," Raiden clarified, the anger in his voice raising ever so slightly, "What did I tell you about getting attached to humans?? Especially her of any." "I know what you've told me, brother," Fujin replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, "but love cannot be controlled or dictated by our divine status. It chooses its own path, and it has chosen her." "You have become weak, Fujin. For letting something as insignificant as a human girl interfere with your duties," Raiden scoffed.

Fujin's gaze hardened as he faced his brother, his voice laced with determination.

"Love may be unpredictable, Raiden, but it is not a weakness. It brings strength and purpose to our existence. She is not just any mortal girl; she is extraordinary in her own way. And I refuse to stand idle while you belittle her significance."

"You are treading on dangerous ground, brother. Mortals are fleeting, and their emotions can cloud judgment."

Standing suddenly, Fujin refused to face his brother any longer.

"I have made my decision," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a sense of resolve. "I will not let fear dictate my actions or dampen the potential for happiness that she brings into my life. If you cannot understand that, then perhaps you have forgotten the value of compassion and connection."

He didn't bother listen for a response, or even look back to see if his words had meant anything to his brother. Instead, Fujin went elsewhere, anywhere to be away from the daunting aura that was his overprotective brother.

Fujin found solace in the tranquillity of the Shaolin temples, seeking refuge in the familiar surroundings. As he walked through the hallowed halls, memories of his past flooded his mind. He had always been dutiful, dedicated to upholding the balance and protecting Earthrealm. But now, his heart was torn between his responsibilities and his growing affection for you.

As he contemplated his next move, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Lost in contemplation, Fujin?"

He turned to see Master Bo' Rai Cho, one of the wise elders of the Shaolin Order. Rai Cho had always been a source of guidance and wisdom for Fujin, he knew much about human matters, like feelings and desires, and he knew he could confide in him.

"Master Rai Cho," Fujin greeted respectfully, "I find myself facing a dilemma. My duty as a god and my feelings for someone."

Rai Cho's eyes twinkled with understanding as he motioned for Fujin to join him in the temple's courtyard. They sat beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, the delicate petals falling around them like whispers of the wind.

"Love is a complex path, my young friend," Rai Cho began, his voice carrying the weight of his years of wisdom though it was ironic considering Fujin had been around much longer than he had. "It often leads us to unexpected places, challenging our perceptions and teaching us valuable lessons."

Fujin listened intently, his gaze fixed on the falling petals.

"You have been blessed with a divine nature, Fujin, but that doesn't mean you are immune to the joys and sorrows of mortal emotions," Rai Cho continued. "Love knows no boundaries, and sometimes it defies logic and expectations. It's a force that can move mountains and transform lives."

Fujin sighed, a mixture of frustration and longing in his voice.

"But what if my feelings jeopardize my role as a protector? What if my attachment to her compromises the safety of Earthrealm?"

Rai Cho smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Fujin's shoulder.

"Balance is not found by denying our emotions, but by embracing them and channelling them in harmony with our purpose. Love can strengthen your resolve, reminding you of the importance of safeguarding not just realms, but also the hearts of those you care about."

Fujin pondered Rai Cho's words, the weight of his responsibilities gradually finding equilibrium with his desire for love and connection.

"I understand, Master Rai Cho," Fujin replied, determination lacing his voice. "I will find a way to balance my duty and my feelings, for her and for Earthrealm."

Rai Cho nodded approvingly, his aged smile endearing.

"Remember, Fujin, the path you choose may not be easy, but true love is worth the trials it brings. Trust in your own strength and the bond you share with her."

With newfound resolve, Fujin rose from beneath the cherry blossom tree. His heart felt lighter, and a sense of purpose infused his every step.

"Thank you, Master Rai Cho. Your guidance has cleared my path."

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This was certainly not the first time you laid wide awake in your room, on your cosy little bed. You were someone who found it very difficult to sleep, but once you did get to sleep, you were out for a long while.

The events of the day replayed in your mind like a broken record, and you couldn't help but wonder what on earth it was all about. What on earth Fujin was about. The feeling of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way his words lingered in the air had left an indelible mark on your heart.

You were confused, and because of that, obviously unable to sleep.

The moonlight spilled through your window, casting a gentle glow on your restless form. Thoughts swirled in your mind like a tempestuous storm, and you found yourself yearning for clarity.

In the midst of your contemplation, a soft breeze brushed against your skin, carrying a delicate fragrance that stirred a sense of familiarity. You turned your gaze towards the open window, and there, sitting on the outer part of your window sill, was Fujin.

You were visibly a little startled and surprised by his sudden presence, especially considering you had only been thinking of him moments ago. But naturally, his presence would never be unwelcome to you.

He seemed ethereal, his features illuminated by the moon's gentle rays. His eyes, so full of warmth and understanding, met yours, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of comfort wash over you. With a silent invitation, he entered your room and closed the window behind him.

"Fujin, what are you doing here?" you whispered, a mix of surprise and anticipation lacing your voice.

He approached your bed and took a seat beside you, his presence radiating a sense of calm. His voice was soft as he spoke, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"I can sense when you are stirring, feather," he admitted, looking down at you, "I came to see what was wrong." "I stir all the time, Fujin," you sighed, smiling at him as you shuffled in your bed, "nothing's wrong." "You're a terrible liar, (Y/n)," Fujin chuckled, causing your face to flush red as you avoided eye contact, "mind if I lay down beside you?"

You were surprised by his request, and almost too flustered to say anything in response. Though, how silly would you be to pass up such an opportunity to be close to him once again?

"B-be my guest..." you stammered, shuffling over and making room for him.

His smile was gentle as he laid his back down against your bed, his presence radiating a sense of serenity. You couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you as you settled closer to him, your sides pressed together in comfortable familiarity.

As you both lay there in the moonlit room, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy.

"Fujin," you finally broke the silence, your voice barely a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about you."

Fujin turned his head to meet your gaze, his eyes shimmering with tenderness and longing. The vulnerability in his expression mirrored your own, and you could sense the depth of his emotions.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I can't stop thinking about you either, (Y/n)," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of yearning and sincerity.

His admission filled the air with an electric tension, drawing you closer to him both physically and emotionally. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as your focus narrowed on the intensity of your connection.

"...Fujin!"

The distant shout of the wind god's name tore the two of you out of your intimate trance. You both recognised that voice, it was his brother, and he obviously needed his assistance.

With a sigh, Fujin got up from off of your bed, and you sat up as you watched him brush himself off.

"I'm sorry, feather, this shouldn't take too long," he apologised, yourself shaking your head. "I understand, it's alright," you assured him, your smile sweet.

With that, he bid you a hasty farewell and made his way toward where he was called to, somewhere you could only guess as you laid back down with an exasperated sigh.

His promise that it wouldn't take long would be false, as he wouldn't return for the rest of the night.

This was ridiculous, it was as if the universe itself conspired to keep you on the edge, never allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the depth of your feelings for him.

You were so confused, aching with longing.

You needed guidance, someone to confide in who could offer an outside perspective. With a determined resolve, you made up your mind to seek counsel from an unlikely source - Liu Kang and Kung Lao.

Despite the fact that they were mischievous troublemakers themselves, they had a bond with you that ran deep. They were your closest friends, and their opinions mattered to you. Perhaps they could provide some much-needed clarity or at least lend a sympathetic ear.

The next morning, you found yourself sitting in the courtyard of the Shaolin temples, waiting for Liu and Lao to arrive. The sun was shining brightly, and the peaceful ambiance of the temple grounds brought a sense of calmness to your anxious mind. The cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, their petals falling like soft whispers of encouragement.

Before long, the two boys appeared, their faces lit up with mischievous grins as they spotted you.

"There she is! The feathered prankster herself!" Lao exclaimed, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

The two boys sat either side of you, and you greeted them with a meek smile.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at the ground for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

"I... I need to talk to you guys about something," you finally said, your voice filled with vulnerability.

The mischievous grins on their faces faded, replaced by concern and genuine curiosity.

"Of course, (Y/n). You know we're here for you," Liu reassured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Before I tell either of you anything, you gotta promise not to laugh at me," you told them, pointing a finger between them, "I already know how ridiculous this situation is, I don't need any reminders." "You have our word," Liu assured you, giving Lao a warning eye as he was known to be quite a smart-ass.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before opening up about your feelings for Fujin, the turmoil they caused within you, and your fears of rejection and losing your friendship. You spoke from the heart, baring your soul to your friends, hoping that they would understand.

As you finished sharing your innermost thoughts and feelings, a heavy silence hung in the air. The boys exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to contemplation.

Lao spoke up first, his voice laced with empathy.

"You've really got it bad, don't you?"

You nodded, unable to hide the truth any longer.

"Bad is an understatement," you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration. "I'm just so...confused. I mean, I can't even tell if he likes me or if he's just being really extra nice." "Oh, come on!" Kung Lao exasperated, "isn't it obvious?? Even we saw the way he was cosied up to you yesterday! Even if he's way out of your league."

You slapped Lao on the shoulder at his teasing, an annoyed yet somewhat amused grimace on your face which could also reflect a knowing smile.

"What happened to 'no one's good enough for you (Y/n). We'll protect you from all the yucky boys (Y/n)'," you asked him, referring to how he and Liu used to treat you when you were all kids. "Well, what am I supposed to say when a literal god is your love interest? 'No, (Y/n), I forbid you from dating an all mighty wind god! The literal deity isn't good enough for you! Now go to your room and think about what you've done'."

You all laughed at Kung Lao's little bit, revelling in the atmosphere which was lightened by his humour. Though, ever the more thought friend, Liu chimed in with a more benevolent perspective.

"I understand your concerns, (Y/n), but I've seen the way Fujin looks at you. There's a depth of emotion in his eyes that is hard to ignore," Liu Kang said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"He's right," Lao added, his mischievous grin replaced by a genuine smile. "Fujin may be a god, but that doesn't mean he's immune to love. And if anyone can capture his heart, it's you, even if you're a hand full." "Oh, I'll show you a hand full, Kung Poa," you provoked him in a playful way, pushing him over where he sat.

Lao was quick to retaliate as he got up and engaged in some light hearted roughhousing with you. While you were skilled in kombat, Lao was definitely stronger than you, and such a slow paced and unsophisticated form of kombat had you in a chokehold in mere minutes. Liu much preferred watching the two of you engaged in these childish activities, so he simply sat and watched with a sweet smile, though shaking his head.

"I rest my case," Lao grinned, ruffling your hair as you struggled to remove yourself from his armpit. "I'm not finished with you yet," you groaned, biting his arm like a rabid chihuahua.

He yelped at the feeling and let go of you, rubbing his arm.

"Hey, you little turd! That's dirty!" he exclaimed, yourself shrugging with a mischievous smirk on your face. "I didn't know we were playing by rules," you said, playing dumb. "You're gonna regret that," he declared, running at you and tackling you to the ground.

The two of you toppled over, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, Lao had his hands at your sides and was tickling you like there was no tomorrow.

You shrieked, squirming and trying to escape his grip though ultimately he had found your weak spot. You were screaming and laughing, and screaming and laughing, trying to pry his arms away from you.

"Ah!!! Ah...mercy! Mercyyyyyy!!!" you begged, your face bright red from how hard you were laughing. "Not for you!" he snickered, tickling you harder at this to which you only screamed more.

He tickled you until there were tears falling down your face. Kung Lao backed off to take you in, watching as your body twitched from the assault, and as you tried to regain your breath.

"From all this screaming, I thought someone was being mercilessly killed."

The three of you turned your heads toward the familiar voice who spoke, finding Fujin standing a few feet away from you and Lao. You had no idea how long he had been standing there, and you hoped to god he hadn't witnessed you go into sensory overload with all that tickling funny business just before.

Kung Lao held a hand out for you, and you took it, the boy pulling you up onto your feet as he habitually brushed you off a little like a parent ensuring that their child was presentable.

"Lord Fujin," Liu greeted the wind god, his words formal though his demeanour was casual, "how are you?" "I am well, Liu Kang," Fujin nodded, looking between all of you, "I assume you all are as well from the laughter." "Always," Liu smiled.

Lao nudged you,

"Go on, talk to him!" he whisper yelled, obviously trying to conceal your conversation though everyone around could easily hear. "Lao! Quit it!" you whisper yelled back, back handing his arm in a scolding way. "C'mon, he's right here, talk to him about it!"

"Oh? Talk to me about what?"

You and Lao paused your little squabble to look at Fujin again, his white brow cocked in amusement. The way he was looking at you caught you off guard, and your face flushed bright red.

"Oh, uh...it's nothing...nothing important," you spluttered, laughing nervously as you scratched the back of your neck in a sheepish way. "Nothing important my ass," Lao muttered.

You went to hit your friend again, but Fujin spoke up.

"Oh, come now, my feather," he said to you, tilting his head ever so slightly, "why don't you come walk with me? I have something I'd like to talk to you about as well."

By this point, you were all boiling and flustered, from the heat which emanated off your pretty little - though very bright red - face. You didn't say anything, you only nodded and joined him.

As you walked away, you looked back at your two friends. Liu gave you a thumbs up, while Kung Lao made a motion with his hands which simulated two people kissing. You were done with his antics, so you simply stuck your tongue out at him and continued on.

The gardens of the Shaolin temples were always a sight for sore eyes around this time of the year, as the flame trees and the cherry blossoms bloomed in unison and created a beautifully juxtaposed clash in colour as their petals fell around the two of you.

The atmosphere was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of flowers and a sense of anticipation.

As you walked side by side, you stole glances at Fujin, unsure of what to expect from this conversation. The nervousness inside you was almost palpable, but you were determined to address just what on earth was going on between the two of you.

"Fujin, I... I wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind," you began, your voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

He turned to you, his glowing eyes locking with yours. There was a softness in his gaze that put you somewhat at ease.

"I just...I want to address what...w-what..."

You stammered, lost for words as you tried to search for something, anything to say, thankful for Fujin's patient nature. You realised that there was no easy way to say any of this to him, and you figured you may as well rip the band aid off.

You stopped in front of him abruptly, shaking a little though your eyes screamed determination.

"Fujin, what am I to you?"

Fujin paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face intently. His expression softened, and he stepped closer to you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear as he twirled one around his finger. You took a moment to enjoy the closeness, revelling in his all and everything, your eyes fixated on his.

You felt him drawing nearer to you, his face only mere inches away, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face. You were frozen, stuck in place with shock, unable to react as you remained focused on his keen eyes.

"To me, my feather," he whispered, his eyes looking between your own and your lips, "you are everything. You are the soft whisper of the wind that brings calmness to my chaotic existence. You are the warmth of the sun that brightens my days. You are the strength and resilience that inspires me to fight for what is right..."

His fingers found your jawline, tracing it delicately as he brought his fingers down to your chin and drew your face upward a little. He gently brushed his thumb over your lips.

"...and most importantly, you are the beating of my eternal heart."

His eyes flickered between your own and your lips, as though he were asking permission to take a step further.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, matching the rhythm of his words. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and your mind raced with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and desire.

Without uttering a single word, you leaned in, closing the remaining distance between you. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a fusion of emotions and longing that had been building between you for so long.

You felt his hands caress either side of your waste, and your own found themselves reaching for his body as well, one grabbing his tattooed bicep and the other laced itself in his soft hair.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. Every touch, every sensation sent electric currents through your body, igniting a fire within you. It was as if the universe itself had aligned to bring the two of you together, erasing any doubts or uncertainties that once plagued your mind.

Lost in the moment, you allowed yourself to surrender to the passion that consumed you. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, expressing a language of desire and affection that words could never capture. Each kiss spoke volumes, conveying the depth of your emotions and the unspoken promises of a love yet to fully bloom.

Fujin held you close, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he never wanted to let you go. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, providing a sense of security and belonging that you had yearned for. In his arms, you felt cherished and protected, a feeling that washed away any remaining doubts and fears.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and with hearts racing, you gazed into each other's eyes. You didn't say anything - you couldn't say anything. Fujin chuckled, breathily and quietly.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Fujin admitted, light hearted and giggly though his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability.

You laughed quietly in disbelief.

"I'm dreaming...I must be," you chuckled, your brows furrowed in confusion.

Fujin shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he reached out to cup your cheek.

"I can pinch you if you'd like," he teased, "though I assure you, this is very real." "I don't know about a pinch, but..." you began, eyeing him mischievously, "...maybe another kiss might convince me?"

Fujin's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a sweet and lingering kiss.

As your lips danced together, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. The doubts and uncertainties that once clouded your mind seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence and clarity. In this moment, you realized that you had taken the first step towards a beautiful journey with Fujin, a journey filled with love, growth, and shared experiences.

Hopefully his brother wouldn't be too much of an issue...

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I'm kinda tempted to write a part 2?? but idk, we'll see if y'all agree w me.

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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 (Fujin x Reader)

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Summary: As confusion and desire intertwine, you embark on a journey to discover that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize, and the true source of warmth and affection may have been by our side all along.

Word Count: 5.5k

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Based off the song 'Stupid for you' by Waterparks. Enjoy! :)

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Hey, tell me what you want me to say,

You know I'm stupid for you.

You swore on your mother's life that you'd do anything for him.

Hey, can you come and come out and play,

You know I'm stupid for you.

But why would your love and devotion be of any use to him?

A wind god? Returning feelings for his reckless human friend?

He was way out of your league and that fact had been taunting you since the second you realised you had the biggest crush on him.

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note.

Not to mention his ridiculously over protective brother, who, of course, was another god. If he found out that you had a crush on Fujin, then he'd do anything in his power to prevent the two of you forming a romantic relationship. Oh, and god forbid - no pun intended - if you and Fujin on the off chance did become an item. That was a death wish, the man would smite you.

But, a girl could dream.

So there you sat, on a pretty, grassy, cute little hill just outside the Shaolin temples, where you'd grown up and trained. At first, you were hiding from your good friends Liu Kang and Kung Lao after pulling a horrifying prank that involved water, flour and feathers. But when they never found you, you found yourself still out on the hill as the sun was setting. You hated being alone because that meant you had to think - be in your own head.

Now, Raiden didn't particularly like you for your reputation of not always thinking things through, and when you were intentionally doing something, it was usually a prank. You were an idiot, you knew that. That also meant that you'd never make any breathless impression on your dear Fujin, and that would eat you up inside til the end of time.

"You're not usually out here on your own."

You were startled at the sound of a voice, whipping your head around to see who spoke. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Fujin, but of course out of instinct you did anyways.

God, you'd never get tired of looking at him. He was such a beautiful man, with his pretty, long snowy white hair and his pretty, glowing eyes matching his pretty body. You always had to physically stop yourself from gasping or sighing whenever you saw him.

"Y-yeah, I..." you fumbled over your words, scratching the back of your head sheepishly, "...just needed to catch some air and a second to think." "So, you're okay?" he asked, approaching you before crouching down beside you on the grass. "Course I am..." you sighed, looking down, "...sorta." "What's on your mind, feather?"

That name he called you, of all things, would be the blissful death of you.

“I don’t know…” you sighed, letting your shoulders sag as you laced your fingers into the grass, “…it’s just, I hate being alone, because when I'm alone it makes me think, and when I think, there’s usually only one thing I think of.”

“and that would be?” Fujin further pried, your face flushing red as you looked away from him.

“a someone. a someone who makes me feel all weird and fuzzy inside, a someone who can make me smile even on the worst of my days,” you explained, feeling your heart beat harshly against your own ribcage, “someone who I want more than anything.”

“What’s stopping you from obtaining them, (Y/n)?” he asked, tilting his head at you curiously.

“Well, that’s my dilemma,” you huffed hopelessly, still too afraid to look him in the eyes, “he’s not someone I can obtain. He’s way out of my league - probably doesn’t even experience emotions like I do. But that’s okay, this silly little school-girl crush of mine will fade away one day. But for now, it’ll eat me up inside til it does go away.”

“Have you ever even asked this someone if he reciprocated these feelings?”

You felt your insides turn when Fujin brushed against your side, properly sitting on the grass next to you but also much closer to you than he was before. Your face was radiating a harsh heat, and you were certain you were bright red. To avoid allowing him to see this, you simply cleared your throat and continued to look away from him.

“I’m certain he would never feel the same, it’s impossible,” you assured him, looking out into the distance as to allow the cold breeze to cool your face.

“But how do you know that?”

You felt him lean in closer, pressing the side of his body to yours, and his hand behind you as he leaned back. You felt as though you were about to go into cardiac arrest with how fast your little heart was beating.

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the words to respond.

"I... I've never had the courage to ask. Besides, it's not like he would be interested in someone like me. I'm just an ordinary mortal, and he's a...a literal god."

Fujin's presence beside you felt both comforting and electrifying. You could sense his genuine concern as he spoke softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You underestimate yourself, (Y/n). Love doesn't discriminate based on mortal or godly status. It's a force that transcends such boundaries."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you turned to face him, finally meeting his intense gaze. His eyes held a mixture of sincerity and longing, and it took your breath away.

"But what if I get rejected? What if I ruin our friendship? I don't want to lose him."

Fujin's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I understand your fears, but sometimes, taking a chance is worth the risk. Regret is a heavier burden to carry than the fear of rejection. And true friendship can weather any storm."

His touch sent a surge of warmth through you, and you couldn't deny the growing desire within your heart.

"Fujin, what are you trying to say?"

He smiled softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm saying that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize. And sometimes, the one who has been there all along is the one who can make you feel those fuzzy, warm emotions you long for."

Confusion and bewilderment warred within you as you tried to process his words. You had never been so close to Fujin, so close that you could literally feel his body pressed against yours, though you didn't dare turn your head to look at him, for you were afraid that if you tried, you'd explode from nerve.

"There she is!!"

Before you could say anything more, this tender moment was interrupted by the likes of your two friends who had been searching for you for quite a while. Panic set in as you remembered what you did, and you got up to try and run away from them. However, they were quick to catch up to you, Lao quick to grab onto you and throw you over his shoulder.

"You thought we'd forgotten about you?" Liu teased, yourself scoffing as you shook your head. "Sure took you guys a while," she taunted, trying to wriggle free from her friend's grip, "have fun getting all those feathers off?" "Oh, we're gonna have some fun alright," Lao snickered, effortlessly holding you still enough with only one of his arms, "how does a nice, long soak in the nearby lake sound? Feathered and all?"

Your face paled in realization, and you looked toward Fujin as they began taking you away.

"Come on guys, you know I was only joking, right?" you tried reasoning with them, though they weren't taking any of it. "Fujin! Save me!" you begged him, though your pleading was in vain as he simply laughed at your misfortune.

"This sounds like a battle I shouldn't interfere with," Fujin chuckled, throwing you a playful salute, "good luck, my feather."

He winked at you, and that little action shot straight through you like one of cupid's stupid little love arrows.

Oh dear...you really were...what was the word? Oh,

down tremendously bad.

Once you reached the lake, you resigned yourself to the fate that awaited you, accepting the inevitable dunking and subsequent laughter that would follow.

As they prepared to toss you into the water, you closed your eyes and braced yourself, trying to push away the lingering thoughts of Fujin.

At least the dunking took your mind off of it all...

-

Watching with affection, Fujin stayed sat on that little hill as you were carried away from him by your two vengeful friends who were ready to exact that sweet revenge on you. Consequences are a good thing, and an entertaining thing as well. Perhaps next time you wouldn't get so flustered in his presence.

Though, Fujin couldn't deny the way your presence made his own being feel, like he could hardly control himself. His heart was still beating hard in his chest from how close he had managed to get himself to you. Your touch was like no other, and your status of mere mortal meant nothing to him.

He wanted you, but naturally, someone was in the way.

"Brother."

Fujin didn't even turn around when he heard the voice of his brother call his name. Even though he said nothing, Raiden knew he had acknowledged his presence.

"A word?" Raiden requested, stern as ever as Fujin simply gave a single nod and waited for him to continue.

"You should know better than this, Fujin," Raiden warned him. "Better than what?" Fujin asked in response, playing dumb though he already knew what he was getting at. "Falling in love with a mortal," Raiden clarified, the anger in his voice raising ever so slightly, "What did I tell you about getting attached to humans?? Especially her of any." "I know what you've told me, brother," Fujin replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, "but love cannot be controlled or dictated by our divine status. It chooses its own path, and it has chosen her." "You have become weak, Fujin. For letting something as insignificant as a human girl interfere with your duties," Raiden scoffed.

Fujin's gaze hardened as he faced his brother, his voice laced with determination.

"Love may be unpredictable, Raiden, but it is not a weakness. It brings strength and purpose to our existence. She is not just any mortal girl; she is extraordinary in her own way. And I refuse to stand idle while you belittle her significance."

"You are treading on dangerous ground, brother. Mortals are fleeting, and their emotions can cloud judgment."

Standing suddenly, Fujin refused to face his brother any longer.

"I have made my decision," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a sense of resolve. "I will not let fear dictate my actions or dampen the potential for happiness that she brings into my life. If you cannot understand that, then perhaps you have forgotten the value of compassion and connection."

He didn't bother listen for a response, or even look back to see if his words had meant anything to his brother. Instead, Fujin went elsewhere, anywhere to be away from the daunting aura that was his overprotective brother.

Fujin found solace in the tranquillity of the Shaolin temples, seeking refuge in the familiar surroundings. As he walked through the hallowed halls, memories of his past flooded his mind. He had always been dutiful, dedicated to upholding the balance and protecting Earthrealm. But now, his heart was torn between his responsibilities and his growing affection for you.

As he contemplated his next move, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Lost in contemplation, Fujin?"

He turned to see Master Bo' Rai Cho, one of the wise elders of the Shaolin Order. Rai Cho had always been a source of guidance and wisdom for Fujin, he knew much about human matters, like feelings and desires, and he knew he could confide in him.

"Master Rai Cho," Fujin greeted respectfully, "I find myself facing a dilemma. My duty as a god and my feelings for someone."

Rai Cho's eyes twinkled with understanding as he motioned for Fujin to join him in the temple's courtyard. They sat beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, the delicate petals falling around them like whispers of the wind.

"Love is a complex path, my young friend," Rai Cho began, his voice carrying the weight of his years of wisdom though it was ironic considering Fujin had been around much longer than he had. "It often leads us to unexpected places, challenging our perceptions and teaching us valuable lessons."

Fujin listened intently, his gaze fixed on the falling petals.

"You have been blessed with a divine nature, Fujin, but that doesn't mean you are immune to the joys and sorrows of mortal emotions," Rai Cho continued. "Love knows no boundaries, and sometimes it defies logic and expectations. It's a force that can move mountains and transform lives."

Fujin sighed, a mixture of frustration and longing in his voice.

"But what if my feelings jeopardize my role as a protector? What if my attachment to her compromises the safety of Earthrealm?"

Rai Cho smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Fujin's shoulder.

"Balance is not found by denying our emotions, but by embracing them and channelling them in harmony with our purpose. Love can strengthen your resolve, reminding you of the importance of safeguarding not just realms, but also the hearts of those you care about."

Fujin pondered Rai Cho's words, the weight of his responsibilities gradually finding equilibrium with his desire for love and connection.

"I understand, Master Rai Cho," Fujin replied, determination lacing his voice. "I will find a way to balance my duty and my feelings, for her and for Earthrealm."

Rai Cho nodded approvingly, his aged smile endearing.

"Remember, Fujin, the path you choose may not be easy, but true love is worth the trials it brings. Trust in your own strength and the bond you share with her."

With newfound resolve, Fujin rose from beneath the cherry blossom tree. His heart felt lighter, and a sense of purpose infused his every step.

"Thank you, Master Rai Cho. Your guidance has cleared my path."

-

This was certainly not the first time you laid wide awake in your room, on your cosy little bed. You were someone who found it very difficult to sleep, but once you did get to sleep, you were out for a long while.

The events of the day replayed in your mind like a broken record, and you couldn't help but wonder what on earth it was all about. What on earth Fujin was about. The feeling of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way his words lingered in the air had left an indelible mark on your heart.

You were confused, and because of that, obviously unable to sleep.

The moonlight spilled through your window, casting a gentle glow on your restless form. Thoughts swirled in your mind like a tempestuous storm, and you found yourself yearning for clarity.

In the midst of your contemplation, a soft breeze brushed against your skin, carrying a delicate fragrance that stirred a sense of familiarity. You turned your gaze towards the open window, and there, sitting on the outer part of your window sill, was Fujin.

You were visibly a little startled and surprised by his sudden presence, especially considering you had only been thinking of him moments ago. But naturally, his presence would never be unwelcome to you.

He seemed ethereal, his features illuminated by the moon's gentle rays. His eyes, so full of warmth and understanding, met yours, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of comfort wash over you. With a silent invitation, he entered your room and closed the window behind him.

"Fujin, what are you doing here?" you whispered, a mix of surprise and anticipation lacing your voice.

He approached your bed and took a seat beside you, his presence radiating a sense of calm. His voice was soft as he spoke, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"I can sense when you are stirring, feather," he admitted, looking down at you, "I came to see what was wrong." "I stir all the time, Fujin," you sighed, smiling at him as you shuffled in your bed, "nothing's wrong." "You're a terrible liar, (Y/n)," Fujin chuckled, causing your face to flush red as you avoided eye contact, "mind if I lay down beside you?"

You were surprised by his request, and almost too flustered to say anything in response. Though, how silly would you be to pass up such an opportunity to be close to him once again?

"B-be my guest..." you stammered, shuffling over and making room for him.

His smile was gentle as he laid his back down against your bed, his presence radiating a sense of serenity. You couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you as you settled closer to him, your sides pressed together in comfortable familiarity.

As you both lay there in the moonlit room, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy.

"Fujin," you finally broke the silence, your voice barely a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about you."

Fujin turned his head to meet your gaze, his eyes shimmering with tenderness and longing. The vulnerability in his expression mirrored your own, and you could sense the depth of his emotions.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I can't stop thinking about you either, (Y/n)," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of yearning and sincerity.

His admission filled the air with an electric tension, drawing you closer to him both physically and emotionally. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as your focus narrowed on the intensity of your connection.

"...Fujin!"

The distant shout of the wind god's name tore the two of you out of your intimate trance. You both recognised that voice, it was his brother, and he obviously needed his assistance.

With a sigh, Fujin got up from off of your bed, and you sat up as you watched him brush himself off.

"I'm sorry, feather, this shouldn't take too long," he apologised, yourself shaking your head. "I understand, it's alright," you assured him, your smile sweet.

With that, he bid you a hasty farewell and made his way toward where he was called to, somewhere you could only guess as you laid back down with an exasperated sigh.

His promise that it wouldn't take long would be false, as he wouldn't return for the rest of the night.

This was ridiculous, it was as if the universe itself conspired to keep you on the edge, never allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the depth of your feelings for him.

You were so confused, aching with longing.

You needed guidance, someone to confide in who could offer an outside perspective. With a determined resolve, you made up your mind to seek counsel from an unlikely source - Liu Kang and Kung Lao.

Despite the fact that they were mischievous troublemakers themselves, they had a bond with you that ran deep. They were your closest friends, and their opinions mattered to you. Perhaps they could provide some much-needed clarity or at least lend a sympathetic ear.

The next morning, you found yourself sitting in the courtyard of the Shaolin temples, waiting for Liu and Lao to arrive. The sun was shining brightly, and the peaceful ambiance of the temple grounds brought a sense of calmness to your anxious mind. The cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, their petals falling like soft whispers of encouragement.

Before long, the two boys appeared, their faces lit up with mischievous grins as they spotted you.

"There she is! The feathered prankster herself!" Lao exclaimed, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

The two boys sat either side of you, and you greeted them with a meek smile.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at the ground for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

"I... I need to talk to you guys about something," you finally said, your voice filled with vulnerability.

The mischievous grins on their faces faded, replaced by concern and genuine curiosity.

"Of course, (Y/n). You know we're here for you," Liu reassured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Before I tell either of you anything, you gotta promise not to laugh at me," you told them, pointing a finger between them, "I already know how ridiculous this situation is, I don't need any reminders." "You have our word," Liu assured you, giving Lao a warning eye as he was known to be quite a smart-ass.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before opening up about your feelings for Fujin, the turmoil they caused within you, and your fears of rejection and losing your friendship. You spoke from the heart, baring your soul to your friends, hoping that they would understand.

As you finished sharing your innermost thoughts and feelings, a heavy silence hung in the air. The boys exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to contemplation.

Lao spoke up first, his voice laced with empathy.

"You've really got it bad, don't you?"

You nodded, unable to hide the truth any longer.

"Bad is an understatement," you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration. "I'm just so...confused. I mean, I can't even tell if he likes me or if he's just being really extra nice." "Oh, come on!" Kung Lao exasperated, "isn't it obvious?? Even we saw the way he was cosied up to you yesterday! Even if he's way out of your league."

You slapped Lao on the shoulder at his teasing, an annoyed yet somewhat amused grimace on your face which could also reflect a knowing smile.

"What happened to 'no one's good enough for you (Y/n). We'll protect you from all the yucky boys (Y/n)'," you asked him, referring to how he and Liu used to treat you when you were all kids. "Well, what am I supposed to say when a literal god is your love interest? 'No, (Y/n), I forbid you from dating an all mighty wind god! The literal deity isn't good enough for you! Now go to your room and think about what you've done'."

You all laughed at Kung Lao's little bit, revelling in the atmosphere which was lightened by his humour. Though, ever the more thought friend, Liu chimed in with a more benevolent perspective.

"I understand your concerns, (Y/n), but I've seen the way Fujin looks at you. There's a depth of emotion in his eyes that is hard to ignore," Liu Kang said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"He's right," Lao added, his mischievous grin replaced by a genuine smile. "Fujin may be a god, but that doesn't mean he's immune to love. And if anyone can capture his heart, it's you, even if you're a hand full." "Oh, I'll show you a hand full, Kung Poa," you provoked him in a playful way, pushing him over where he sat.

Lao was quick to retaliate as he got up and engaged in some light hearted roughhousing with you. While you were skilled in kombat, Lao was definitely stronger than you, and such a slow paced and unsophisticated form of kombat had you in a chokehold in mere minutes. Liu much preferred watching the two of you engaged in these childish activities, so he simply sat and watched with a sweet smile, though shaking his head.

"I rest my case," Lao grinned, ruffling your hair as you struggled to remove yourself from his armpit. "I'm not finished with you yet," you groaned, biting his arm like a rabid chihuahua.

He yelped at the feeling and let go of you, rubbing his arm.

"Hey, you little turd! That's dirty!" he exclaimed, yourself shrugging with a mischievous smirk on your face. "I didn't know we were playing by rules," you said, playing dumb. "You're gonna regret that," he declared, running at you and tackling you to the ground.

The two of you toppled over, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, Lao had his hands at your sides and was tickling you like there was no tomorrow.

You shrieked, squirming and trying to escape his grip though ultimately he had found your weak spot. You were screaming and laughing, and screaming and laughing, trying to pry his arms away from you.

"Ah!!! Ah...mercy! Mercyyyyyy!!!" you begged, your face bright red from how hard you were laughing. "Not for you!" he snickered, tickling you harder at this to which you only screamed more.

He tickled you until there were tears falling down your face. Kung Lao backed off to take you in, watching as your body twitched from the assault, and as you tried to regain your breath.

"From all this screaming, I thought someone was being mercilessly killed."

The three of you turned your heads toward the familiar voice who spoke, finding Fujin standing a few feet away from you and Lao. You had no idea how long he had been standing there, and you hoped to god he hadn't witnessed you go into sensory overload with all that tickling funny business just before.

Kung Lao held a hand out for you, and you took it, the boy pulling you up onto your feet as he habitually brushed you off a little like a parent ensuring that their child was presentable.

"Lord Fujin," Liu greeted the wind god, his words formal though his demeanour was casual, "how are you?" "I am well, Liu Kang," Fujin nodded, looking between all of you, "I assume you all are as well from the laughter." "Always," Liu smiled.

Lao nudged you,

"Go on, talk to him!" he whisper yelled, obviously trying to conceal your conversation though everyone around could easily hear. "Lao! Quit it!" you whisper yelled back, back handing his arm in a scolding way. "C'mon, he's right here, talk to him about it!"

"Oh? Talk to me about what?"

You and Lao paused your little squabble to look at Fujin again, his white brow cocked in amusement. The way he was looking at you caught you off guard, and your face flushed bright red.

"Oh, uh...it's nothing...nothing important," you spluttered, laughing nervously as you scratched the back of your neck in a sheepish way. "Nothing important my ass," Lao muttered.

You went to hit your friend again, but Fujin spoke up.

"Oh, come now, my feather," he said to you, tilting his head ever so slightly, "why don't you come walk with me? I have something I'd like to talk to you about as well."

By this point, you were all boiling and flustered, from the heat which emanated off your pretty little - though very bright red - face. You didn't say anything, you only nodded and joined him.

As you walked away, you looked back at your two friends. Liu gave you a thumbs up, while Kung Lao made a motion with his hands which simulated two people kissing. You were done with his antics, so you simply stuck your tongue out at him and continued on.

The gardens of the Shaolin temples were always a sight for sore eyes around this time of the year, as the flame trees and the cherry blossoms bloomed in unison and created a beautifully juxtaposed clash in colour as their petals fell around the two of you.

The atmosphere was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of flowers and a sense of anticipation.

As you walked side by side, you stole glances at Fujin, unsure of what to expect from this conversation. The nervousness inside you was almost palpable, but you were determined to address just what on earth was going on between the two of you.

"Fujin, I... I wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind," you began, your voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

He turned to you, his glowing eyes locking with yours. There was a softness in his gaze that put you somewhat at ease.

"I just...I want to address what...w-what..."

You stammered, lost for words as you tried to search for something, anything to say, thankful for Fujin's patient nature. You realised that there was no easy way to say any of this to him, and you figured you may as well rip the band aid off.

You stopped in front of him abruptly, shaking a little though your eyes screamed determination.

"Fujin, what am I to you?"

Fujin paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face intently. His expression softened, and he stepped closer to you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear as he twirled one around his finger. You took a moment to enjoy the closeness, revelling in his all and everything, your eyes fixated on his.

You felt him drawing nearer to you, his face only mere inches away, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face. You were frozen, stuck in place with shock, unable to react as you remained focused on his keen eyes.

"To me, my feather," he whispered, his eyes looking between your own and your lips, "you are everything. You are the soft whisper of the wind that brings calmness to my chaotic existence. You are the warmth of the sun that brightens my days. You are the strength and resilience that inspires me to fight for what is right..."

His fingers found your jawline, tracing it delicately as he brought his fingers down to your chin and drew your face upward a little. He gently brushed his thumb over your lips.

"...and most importantly, you are the beating of my eternal heart."

His eyes flickered between your own and your lips, as though he were asking permission to take a step further.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, matching the rhythm of his words. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and your mind raced with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and desire.

Without uttering a single word, you leaned in, closing the remaining distance between you. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a fusion of emotions and longing that had been building between you for so long.

You felt his hands caress either side of your waste, and your own found themselves reaching for his body as well, one grabbing his tattooed bicep and the other laced itself in his soft hair.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. Every touch, every sensation sent electric currents through your body, igniting a fire within you. It was as if the universe itself had aligned to bring the two of you together, erasing any doubts or uncertainties that once plagued your mind.

Lost in the moment, you allowed yourself to surrender to the passion that consumed you. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, expressing a language of desire and affection that words could never capture. Each kiss spoke volumes, conveying the depth of your emotions and the unspoken promises of a love yet to fully bloom.

Fujin held you close, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he never wanted to let you go. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, providing a sense of security and belonging that you had yearned for. In his arms, you felt cherished and protected, a feeling that washed away any remaining doubts and fears.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and with hearts racing, you gazed into each other's eyes. You didn't say anything - you couldn't say anything. Fujin chuckled, breathily and quietly.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Fujin admitted, light hearted and giggly though his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability.

You laughed quietly in disbelief.

"I'm dreaming...I must be," you chuckled, your brows furrowed in confusion.

Fujin shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he reached out to cup your cheek.

"I can pinch you if you'd like," he teased, "though I assure you, this is very real." "I don't know about a pinch, but..." you began, eyeing him mischievously, "...maybe another kiss might convince me?"

Fujin's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a sweet and lingering kiss.

As your lips danced together, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. The doubts and uncertainties that once clouded your mind seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence and clarity. In this moment, you realized that you had taken the first step towards a beautiful journey with Fujin, a journey filled with love, growth, and shared experiences.

Hopefully his brother wouldn't be too much of an issue...

-

I'm kinda tempted to write a part 2?? but idk, we'll see if y'all agree w me.

[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 - 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 (Fujin x Reader)

Official Masterlist - Part 1

Summary: Raiden is a very clear obstacle when it comes to the expression of love between you and Fujin, but the two of you don't mind tiptoeing around him for the time being. That is, until it begins to weigh on you, and the consequences of you inevitable discovering hung over you.

Word Count: 9k words

A/n: so you guys seemed to like the last part, and I absolutely adored this story so I was really keen on doing a part 2 anyways. Also I didn't mean to make it so long, I just couldn't stop writing T-T.

Warning/s: you guys literally fuck in this (you sickos like that shit anyways).

-

I'm color-coding my moods, You're yellow, I'm natural blue, Let's get together and be green like my insides.

The two of you were reckless together, as if you were two teenagers discovering love for the first time and were experimenting with each other - souls and bodies.

At least I'll match your eyes, Jealous and hypnotized, Let's match our faces and be equally in love.

If you and Fujin weren't busy trying to be socially acceptable and concealing your relationship from his overprotective brother, the two of you were busy stealing kisses and feeling each other up in hidden corners of the Shaolin temples.

Part of you thought it was fun having to be so careful with him - like it was a game, and whoever's ideas got them caught first was the loser.

As exhilarating as it all was though, you couldn't help but feel a sense of discourage knowing that you had to hide your relationship simply because you were a fool, and everyone knew that Fujin was way too good for you.

But, how could you turn down the opportunity to play a little tonsil hockey in the furthest corner of the temple's gardens?

There, the two of you laid on the grassy ground, engaging in a less than godly type of kissing which allowed each of your hands to wonder to places they probably shouldn't have in a public space.

Your hands explored each other's bodies, fuelling the flames of desire. The thrill of the chase and the excitement of being discovered heightened your senses, adding an electrifying intensity to every touch. In those stolen moments, you were fully present, consumed by the intoxicating connection you shared with Fujin.

You felt his hand find it's place to your butt, and you pulled away from the kiss, your breath a little heavy as you spoke.

"...we can't do this here," you told him, noting the way things were beginning to escalate. "Oh? Why not?" he asked, a devilish smirk to his innocent face as his hand fastened where it was. "Because it wouldn't be very flattering if we got caught like this, now, would it?" you asked him, tracing your fingers along his bicep which seemed to be a mistake as it only turned him on just a little more. "We won't get caught, there's no one here," he whispered to you, leaning back in closer to you as his nose brushed briefly against your neck, "if you can remain quiet, that is."

His lips met your neck, and you couldn't help the sigh that passed your lips as you tilted your head back, submitting to his actions. He took advantage of your submission, and sunk his teeth into your soft skin. You gasped at the feeling, lacing your fingers in his hair and giving it a gentle tug.

You surrendered to the overwhelming desire, allowing yourselves to indulge in the passionate dance of entangled bodies and whispered moans. The grass beneath you provided an imperfect cushion, but the discomfort was a small price to pay for the blissful moments shared between you.

His fingers found the cute little buttons of your tight tank top which was designed to be light and easy to kombat in, though still beautiful and a reflection of the culture you were raised in. He began undoing these buttons, there were only three, and he undid them, revealing a generous amount of your cleavage. He reached into your shirt and felt your bare flesh, and as he played with your body, all you could do was relax into his touch and enjoy every bit of toying he did.

The crunching of footsteps nearby alerted the two of you, followed by familiar voices which seemed to be discussing something. You and Fujin were quick to tear away from each other's bodies, fixing yourselves and straightening up before anyone could see you the way you were.

Soon, the group came into sight. It was Raiden, and following him was your friends, Liu Kang and Kung Lao. They seemed to be discussing something rather important, but paused all together when they saw you and Fujin sitting together in the gardens.

As they approached you Raiden's eyes narrowed slightly, his stern expression revealing his suspicion. Liu and Lao, on the other hand, wore expressions of mischief, like they knew exactly what you had been getting up to. Lao made a face from behind Raiden as if to pretend he was kissing the air, and your face flushed a deeper red than it already was. Their presence only intensified the weight of secrecy that burdened your relationship, as they were among the few you trusted with your true selves.

You quickly rose from the grass, attempting to appear nonchalant, though your racing heart betrayed your composure. Fujin followed suit, his eyes darting from one person to another, searching for a plausible explanation.

"Brother, what brings you by the gardens?" Fujin asked, much more composed than you were. "We were discussing the upcoming tournament when we stumbled upon you two," he replied, his voice tinged with suspicion. "It seems we interrupted something." "Not at all, Raiden," Fujin lied, way too easily, as he looked to you, "we were just enjoying the day - the gardens are quite lovely around this time of year."

Raiden's gaze shifted between the two of you, his expression remaining stern but tinged with a hint of concern.

"I hope you both understand the importance of maintaining decorum and upholding the honour of the Shaolin temples," he admonished, his voice filled with a mix of authority and care. "Of course brother, always," Fujin nodded, while you tried not to look toward Lao who was most definitely making more lewd gestures to tease you.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao exchanged amused glances, their lips curling into mischievous smirks. Lao couldn't resist teasing you further.

"Oh, yes, the serenity of the gardens," he said, his voice filled with feigned innocence. "I'm sure you two were enjoying each other's company in a... shall we say, particularly serene manner."

You were bursting with embarrassment, and before you could show any more of this to Raiden, you decided it was best for you to leave.

"Uh, i-if you'll excuse me, Lord Raiden..." you spluttered, intending to walk past him. "(Y/n)," he addressed you, causing you to stop in your place beside him. "Buttons are usually done up."

Your blush deepened once again as you realised what he was referring to, covering your chest with your hands as you ran off in embarrassment. Naturally, as you ran away, you did up the buttons of your tank top, trying to save the little dignity you had left.

It seemed that no matter how careful you and Fujin tried to be, you were always on the verge of being caught. The thrill of secrecy was intoxicating, but it was starting to wear thin.

Once you were out of sight, you slowed your pace and took a moment to catch your breath. Your mind was racing, replaying the encounter over and over again. The teasing from Kung Lao, the suspicion in Raiden's eyes—it all made you realize just how fragile the façade you had built really was.

Finding a quiet spot away from prying eyes, you leaned against a stone wall and let out a sigh. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in. You and Fujin were living in a constant state of secrecy, always hiding your love from the world. It was exhausting, and deep down, you knew it couldn't continue like this forever.

You didn't see anyone for the rest of the day - you didn't want to see anyone, not even Fujin. You weren't mad at him for what had happened, you were just upset that this was the way things were. You were lucky enough that you could confide this stuff in your friends, and that they wouldn't go and mouth off to Raiden about it, providing you somewhat of an emotional outlet so that for the time you spent with them, you could pretend that you weren't a wind god's dirty little secret.



The birth of nightfall was making it's presence on the horizon as you made your way to a nearby waterfall with a towel and spare clothes at hand.

While there were baths in the Shaolin housing, you were one to enjoy the warmth which spring brought, and along with it the refreshing feeling of bathing in the Shaolin waterfalls, known for their magical healing properties.

You undressed and stepped into the cool water, letting it envelop your body and wash away the remnants of the day's events. The waterfall cascaded down, creating a soothing sound that eased your troubled mind. As you immersed yourself, the weight of secrecy slowly lifted, replaced by a sense of tranquillity.

You closed your eyes, allowing the water to caress your skin and rejuvenate your spirit. The colours of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, casting a beautiful glow on the surrounding landscape. In this moment of solitude, you found solace and a chance to reflect on the complexities of your relationship with Fujin.

Being with him was unlike anything you had experienced before. The connection between you was undeniable, and the passion that ignited whenever you were together was intoxicating. But the constant need for secrecy cast a shadow over your love, preventing it from fully blossoming.

The sound of someone approaching alerted you as you covered your body with you arms as well as submerging yourself down to your neck in the water, watching to see who it was that disturbed you at such an intimate time.

Relief washed over you as Fujin emerged from the dense forest which hid this little waterfall away like it were a sanctuary, and your body relaxed once more.

"Fujin, you scared me," you chuckled, looking over at him, "what are you doing here?" "I was looking for you," he told you, standing at the edge of the water, "though I should've known to look here first - I know how you love the water this time of year."

Your face flushed red again as you smiled at his thoughtfulness, the way he retained all these memories of you that you'd otherwise think were useless.

"May I join you?" Fujin asked, cutting through the momentary silence.

You were slightly surprised and taken a back by his request, though how silly would you be to turn down a chance to skinny dip with this gorgeous man.

"...o-of course," you spluttered, "be my guest."

He gave you a single nod with a mischievous smile, beginning to disrobe with not an ounce of shame in his beautiful body. You felt like such a pervert watching him, but you couldn't look away. He took his shirt off, and you couldn't help but admire his chiselled torso, and the way his glowing tattoos complimented his muscly biceps.

He knew you were watching and enjoyed the way he could make you so flustered just by taking his clothes off.

Fujin stepped into the water, causing ripples to dance around his feet. The cool water embraced him, just as it had embraced you moments before. As he waded closer to where you were, the moonlight caught the droplets on his skin, creating a mesmerizing sparkle that made him appear even more ethereal.

You averted your gaze, suddenly conscious of your own nakedness and the rising heat in your cheeks. But Fujin wasn't one to let you off the hook that easily. He moved closer, his eyes fixed on you, and a playful smirk graced his lips.

"Is there something on your mind, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with teasing.

You crossed your arms over your chest, attempting to hide your vulnerability.

"Just... admiring the view," you muttered, your voice barely audible.

Fujin chuckled softly, his laughter carrying through the air like a gentle breeze. He moved closer still, until he was standing right in front of you. The water now reached up to his waist, creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world.

He reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of wet hair away from your face. His touch was tender, his gaze filled with an unspoken promise.

"You know, my feather, there's no need to hide. Not from me."

You felt a mixture of emotions coursing through you, the vulnerability of being completely exposed both physically and emotionally. Fujin's words resonated with you, reminding you that he was the one person with whom you didn't need to hide or pretend.

Fujin reached out for you, grabbing your arms and gently pulling them away from your body. He stared down at you, admiring you for everything that you were, body and soul. His gaze was intense, and you could feel it burning through you, but part of you liked that feeling.

He drew you in, placing his hands on your waist as your naked bodies pressed together, allowing you to rest your own hands on his chest as you looked up at him, timid and flustered.

In that moment, with the sound of the waterfall echoing in the background, you surrendered yourself to the vulnerability and passion that enveloped you. Fujin's touch sent shivers down your spine, and the intensity in his eyes ignited a fire within you.

His lips met yours in a gentle yet fervent kiss, his hands tracing patterns along your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The water embraced you both, creating a sensuous and intimate atmosphere that allowed you to let go of the weight of secrecy.

Lost in the moment, you let your hands explore his body, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath your fingertips. Every touch, every caress, was a testament to the connection you shared with Fujin. There was no need for words; your bodies spoke a language of desire and longing that only the two of you understood.

As the passion intensified, the boundaries between you blurred. The water embraced you both, creating a symphony of cascading droplets and muffled moans. Fujin's lips travelled from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of lingering kisses that ignited a delicious ache within you.

Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the moment, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The rush of the waterfall provided a soundtrack to your love, drowning out the world and allowing you to focus solely on each other.

Underneath the waterfall, you and Fujin became one, merging your bodies and souls in a dance as old as time. You felt him move inside of you for the first time, and your body reacted pleasantly to the feeling. He sighed at the sounds you made in reaction to his movements, pressing his fingers into your waist a little harder than he had meant to as the two of you continued this beautiful dance.

Time became an abstract concept as you and Fujin rode the waves of pleasure together. The sensation of his touch, the warmth of his body against yours, and the sound of your mingled breaths filled the space between you.

As the intensity built, you could feel the tell-tale signs of release approaching. It was as if the world held its breath, waiting for that climactic moment where your desires would be met. And when it came, it was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo of shared ecstasy that left you both breathless and sated.

You held each other, the water cascading around you, as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

The moment was a culmination of everything you had been feeling and longing for. There, in the embrace of the waterfall, you felt a sense of freedom and intimacy that surpassed any previous encounter. The weight of secrecy and the fear of being discovered were momentarily forgotten as you clung to each other, hearts beating in unison.

Fujin's arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as you rested your head against his chest. The water continued to cascade down, providing a gentle symphony that soothed your weary souls.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that melted your heart. "No matter the circumstances, no matter the obstacles we face, I will always love you."

-

Once again, you found yourself fallen to the ground, courtesy of your opponent yet close friend, Liu Kang, as you two as well as Kung Lao participated in a training session lead by Master Bo' Rai Cho.

It was unusual that you gave in so easily. Even though your peers were considerably stronger than you, you usually put up a decent fight, especially in terms of skill and agility. But today, you simply couldn't focus, not with everything that was happening in your life at that point, secret or not.

As you lay on the ground, catching your breath, Liu extended a hand to help you up. You gave him a cheeky smile, sitting up and grabbing his hand as he pulled you to your feet, habitually wiping away the blood-dirt mix which had formed on your face from repeatedly falling on it like a mother cleaning the food off her child's face.

"Is something the matter, (Y/n)?"

You turned to face your master, the man having called you from his place to the side of the training ring with Lao at his side, awaiting his next turn to kick one of your asses again.

"You seem very distracted," he pointed out, tilting his head in a thoughtful manner, "is something on your mind?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, considering whether or not to confide in Master Bo' Rai Cho. While he was a skilled and wise teacher, you weren't sure if you were ready to delve deeper into your feelings regarding the situation. The weight of secrecy was still heavy on your shoulders, and you feared the consequences of exposing your love to others, even when you and Fujin had already confided in the master of your relationship.

"I... I'm just going through some personal issues," you finally replied, opting for a vague explanation. "It's nothing that will affect my training, Master. I'll do better next time."

Master Bo' Rai Cho observed you for a moment, his eyes filled with understanding. He was perceptive, and though he couldn't pinpoint the exact reason behind your distraction, he respected your privacy.

"Very well," he said, nodding. "Remember, (Y/n), it's important to find balance in all aspects of your life. If there's anything you need to talk about, my door is always open."

You gave him a nod, smiling gratefully at his offer as you traded places with Kung Lao and watched as he and Liu sparred. Your knees were drawn up to your chest, and you held your legs timidly, lost in your own thoughts. The training session continued, but your mind remained preoccupied with the internal battle you were facing in secret.

As you watched Kung Lao and Liu Kang engage in their kombat, you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. They had each other's backs, supporting one another without hesitation. You knew they'd both do the exact same for you - they were awfully protective of you, having treated you like their baby sister since you were all kids. But the camaraderie and trust between them were evident, and it made you long for a similar level of openness with Fujin.

You were startled when you heard someone approach from behind you, spinning your head around only to smile sweetly when Fujin made his presence known.

"Fujin," you greeted, relief flooding through you as you took in his familiar face. "Come to watch us dick around when we're supposed to be training?"

He grinned at your remark.

"It is always a joy watching one of you fall on your face," he chuckled, reaching down and brushing over your face a little with his hand, "and by the looks of it, you were the one who fell on their face today."

You playfully swatted his hand away, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Hey now, don't get too comfortable. It won't be long before I'm back on my feet and showing these boys how it's done," you retorted, though the humour in your voice was tinged with a hint of frustration.

Fujin's expression softened as he took in your demeanour. He knew you well enough to sense that something was bothering you, even if you tried to hide it behind your usual banter.

Before he could ask though, your conversation was interrupted by someone.

"Fujin!"

The two of you turned to the voice which had called his name, finding that it was Lao who called for him, and that he and Liu had finished their spar with the likely winner of course being Liu. He was waving at the wind god.

"Won't you come spar with me?" Lao requested, "I'm pretty sure I could take a wind god." "Please," you scoffed, shaking your head, "you'll be down in an instant."

Fujin chuckled at your remark, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He turned his attention back to Kung Lao, considering his friend's offer.

"Very well," Fujin replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "But don't blame me when you're eating the dirt."

Lao grinned mischievously and stepped into the training ring, preparing himself for the impending battle. Liu stepped out of the ring and took a seat beside you, the two of you sharing a cheeky grin between each other. You watched with anticipation, knowing that despite Lao's confidence, Fujin's powers as the God of Wind would be a formidable challenge.

The two kombatants circled each other, their movements fluid and calculated. Lao attacked with a series of rapid strikes, his agility and speed on full display. But Fujin effortlessly dodged and countered, his control over the wind allowing him to evade Lao's attacks with ease.

You marvelled at Fujin's grace and skill, his movements like a delicate dance in perfect harmony with the elements. It was a reminder of why you fell in love with him in the first place. As the spar continued, the air crackled with energy, a testament to the power that Fujin possessed.

Despite Lao's best efforts, Fujin gradually gained the upper hand. He used his wind manipulation to create gusts that disrupted Lao's balance, leaving him vulnerable to Fujin's counterattacks. With a final powerful gust, Fujin sent Lao flying backward, landing on the ground with a thud.

The training session came to a halt as everyone turned their attention to the fallen warrior. You and Liu rushed over to Lao's side, alarmed at the volume of the thud which he made when he hit the ground. Fujin joined you, his expression filled with a mix of concern and satisfaction.

"Lao, are you alright?" you asked, helping him sit up.

Lao grinned up at you, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm fine, just a little winded," he replied, his voice laced with both admiration and slight annoyance. "Your boyfriend packs quite a punch."

Fujin extended a hand to help Lao up, his expression playful.

"You put up a good fight, Lao," Fujin said, a hint of pride in his voice. "But perhaps you should reconsider challenging a wind god."

Lao accepted Fujin's hand, pulling himself up with a sheepish grin.

"Duly noted," Lao huffed as you brushed him off, like he and Liu frequently did for you.

"Fujin," Bo' Rai Cho cut into the conversation, still at his place from outside of the ring, "your skills are valuable. I would like to see you spar with the other two now, if you'd be so kind. They have been slacking as of late."

"We haven't been slacking!" you defended playfully, punching Lao's arm in a friendly way, "Kung Poa's just a smart-ass." "Yeah, where do you think I learn it from?" Lao teased as he grabbed a hold of you, putting you in a headlock, "(Y/n), king of all smart-assery."

You groaned as he ruffled your hair, and before you could bite him again, Fujin spoke up.

"Sure, Master Bo' Rai Cho," Fujin replied, his voice filled with confidence. "I'd be happy to oblige."

Kung Lao unleashed you from your makeshift prison, and you all stood around, awaiting your master's instructions.

"Liu shall spar with Fujin first," Bo' Rai Cho directed.

As you and Lao stepped out of the ring, Liu and Fujin circled around each other in a challenging way. You knew this was sure to be a decent fight.

The air around them seemed to shift as they faced each other, their focused gazes locked in. Liu initiated the spar with a swift roundhouse kick, but Fujin effortlessly dodged it, demonstrating his agility and speed. He countered with a series of precise strikes, each movement calculated and powerful.

Liu retaliated with a barrage of punches and kicks, his attacks infused with fire as he tapped into his inner power. But Fujin's wind manipulation allowed him to create a barrier that shielded him from the flames, rendering Liu's attacks ineffective.

The spar continued, and the intensity grew with each passing moment. Fujin showcased his perfect control over the wind, using it to enhance his strikes and create whirlwinds that disrupted Liu Kang's balance. Liu, however, remained relentless, his fiery attacks fuelled by his determination.

As the spar reached its peak, the training ring became a spectacle of elemental forces colliding. Gusts of wind clashed with bursts of fire, creating a captivating display of power and skill. The ground beneath them trembled from the impact of their strikes, and the air crackled with energy.

Despite Liu Kang's incredible speed and fire-based attacks, Fujin's control over the wind proved to be a formidable advantage. He maneuvered with grace and precision, countering each of Liu's moves with calculated strikes and gusts of wind.

In a final display of power, Fujin summoned a tornado-like vortex, sweeping Liu off his feet and sending him crashing onto the ground.

Fujin approached Liu Kang, extending a hand to help him up. Liu Kang accepted the gesture, his face covered in a mixture of admiration and exhaustion.

"That was an excellent fight, Fujin," Liu Kang said, panting heavily. "Your control over the wind is truly remarkable."

Fujin nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"You fought valiantly, Liu Kang," Fujin replied, offering his respect. "Your fire is a force to be reckoned with."

"Excellent work, Liu Kang," Bo' Rai Cho praised his student, shortly after turning toward you and nodding, "(Y/n), it is now your turn."

As you entered the training ring, you locked eyes with Fujin. There was a glimmer of anticipation in his gaze, mirroring your own.

"Don't you dare go easy on her just 'cause she's your girlfriend," Kung Lao shouted from the observation stand, "show that goof-ass no mercy!"

You chuckled at Lao's comment, shaking your head in amusement. You knew he was just teasing, but deep down, you also knew that Fujin wouldn't hold back. He respected your abilities as a fighter and knew you could handle yourself.

Fujin stepped forward, his expression serious but tinged with affection.

"I would never go easy on her," he replied, his voice carrying a playful undertone. "She's more than capable of holding her own."

You grinned at his response, feeling a surge of confidence welling up within you. You had trained hard to reach this point, and you were eager to demonstrate your skills to Fujin, even if it meant facing off against him.

As the two of you circled each other in the ring, you could sense the anticipation building among your friends and Master Bo' Rai Cho. They were all familiar with your determination and your ability to surprise them with your resourcefulness in combat.

The moment arrived, and Fujin made the first move. He lunged forward with incredible speed, attempting to catch you off guard. But you were prepared, swiftly sidestepping his attack and countering with a series of quick strikes. The clash of your blows echoed in the training area, filling the air with the sound of determination and dedication.

Time seemed to blur as you and Fujin engaged in the intense spar. Sweat dripped from your brow, your muscles burning with exertion. But you refused to let fatigue get the better of you. You were fuelled by the desire to prove yourself, not just to Fujin, but also to yourself.

In a burst of adrenaline, you launched a flurry of strikes, each one executed with precision and power. Fujin defended himself with skill, his wind manipulation providing him with an advantage in manoeuvrability. But you persisted, your movements becoming more fluid and controlled.

Suddenly, you saw an opening—an opportunity to land a decisive blow. With a swift and well-timed strike, you managed to land a hit on Fujin, causing him to stumble backward. It was a small victory, but it filled you with a sense of accomplishment.

You thought this was the end, that you had overpowered him and won. However, you were gravely mistaken.

As you let your guard down, he channelled his wind powers, creating a powerful gust that sent you flying backward. You were thrown off balance, and in one swift movement, Fujin reached up and hit you. Now, his intentions were entirely with hitting your chest to knock you back. However, he miscalculated his movement, and his partially curled up fist met your nose. You fell back with a thud, and as you did, a generous amount of blood began leaking from your nose.

Before you could fully regain your senses, Fujin was already by your side, extending his hand to help you up. His eyes held a mix of concern and determination.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.

You nodded, accepting his hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet. Despite the setback, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Fujin's skill and resilience. He had taken advantage of your momentary lapse and turned the tables on you.

"I'm fine," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "That was a good move. You really know how to keep me on my toes."

Fujin's lips curved into a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Always," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. "I wouldn't want you getting too comfortable."

You grinned, trying to look annoyed though anyone could see that you were simply happy to just be in the moment with everyone. Fujin began wiping away at the blood that was pouring out of your nose, wiping that blood onto his own shirt in an affectionate way as he helped you to the observation stand.

"You know it's a healthy relationship when one of you can punch the other in the nose and it's alright," Lao teased, earning a playful glare from you.

You took a seat next to Liu, who handed you a towel to help clean up the blood on your face.

Master Bo Rai Cho turned toward all of you, though he was naturally focused on you at that moment, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and amusement.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" he asked, his tone light-hearted but genuine.

"Ahh, she'll be fine," Lao bantered, throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him roughly, "she's tough. I broke her arm when we were kids and there wasn't a single tear. Psycho hose beast."

You chuckled at Lao's comment, despite the throbbing pain in your nose. You appreciated his light-heartedness and how he tried to lighten the situation.

"I'll live," you replied, dabbing at your nose with the towel. "Just a little battle scar to remind me not to let my guard down."

Bo' Rai Cho nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed," he said, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "Remember, every defeat is an opportunity to learn and grow stronger. And you, my dear, have shown remarkable resilience."

You felt a swell of gratitude toward your master. Despite the occasional hardships and challenges, he had always been there to support and guide you, both as a mentor and a friend. His words resonated deeply with you, reinforcing your determination to improve and overcome any obstacles that stood in your path.

As you sat there, wiping away the last traces of blood, you looked around at your friends, each one wearing a different expression. Liu had a mix of concern and admiration on his face, while Kung Lao had a mischievous smirk. And Fujin, your partner in both love and kombat, watched you with an unwavering gaze, his eyes filled with affection.

This. This was what you longed for, to be open with everyone about Fujin, to exist as lovers where everyone could acknowledge and accept. Though, you knew you had a long way before that was ever possible. For now, you would enjoy these moments within this small group, of your two friends, your master, and your lover, and would save your sorrows for when you were alone, not allowing it to taint the perfect atmosphere you were surrounded by.

Fujin squeezed your hand gently, his touch grounding you in the present moment. You turned to him, a soft smile on your lips, grateful for his unwavering presence by your side.

"Thank you for always believing in me," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Fujin returned your smile, his eyes shining with affection.

"There's never a doubt in my mind," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring. "You are a force to be reckoned with, and I am honoured to stand beside you."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for the wind god who had become such an integral part of your life.

"Ew! Get a room you two!" Lao teased, making a fake spewing noise.

You rolled your eyes at the smart-ass, throwing your bloody towel at him.

"Jealous, much?" you ribbed, cocking a brow at him.

Lao feigned offense, dramatically clutching his heart.

"How dare you suggest such a thing!" he exclaimed with mock seriousness. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly content being one of two third wheel's to your lovey-dovey escapades."

There was a brief burst of laughter amongst all of you, directed at your absolute joker clown of a friend though the atmosphere was undoubtedly loving.

Training concluded for the day, and you all settled for dinner together with empty stomachs, but full hearts. Though naturally, your nagging thoughts would return, as nothing good can last forever.

-

You hated walking the halls of the Shaolin temples on your own, because no matter the time of day, the hallways were always dimly lit only by the little sunlight which made it's way into the buildings. It was spooky, and gave you the creeps, especially when uninvited vermin made noises which would startle you, only convincing you further of the presence of ghosts.

As you hurried through the shadowy corridors, your footsteps echoing faintly, you couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that engulfed you. You quickened your pace, keen to head out to the field to catch some fresh air.

You almost screamed when you felt a hand clasp you wrist from behind you, dragging you into a dark corner of the temple. They clasped a hand around your mouth, and before you could hit them, they revealed themself.

Only Fujin would scare you like that.

You let out a muffled gasp as Fujin removed his hand from your mouth, revealing a mischievous grin on his face. Despite the initial fright, a mixture of relief and annoyance washed over you.

"Fujin! You scared the shit out of me!" you scoffed, crossing your arms, "you know how much walking around here alone scares me." "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist," Fujin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "you're so cute when you're frightened."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't help the slight smile that tugged at your lips. Despite the scare, being in Fujin's arms always made you feel safe and loved.

"Well, I'm glad my terror amuses you," you teased, resting your hands on his chest, "but is there any reason you frightened me here in particular?"

Fujin didn't say anything to this, though his actions spoke much louder than any words could've. The man leaned down and captured you in a lustful kiss, his lips moving against yours with a fervour that sent shivers down your spine. The dimly lit hallway suddenly faded into the background as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

His hands roamed your body, igniting a passionate fire within you. The world around you ceased to exist as you surrendered to the moment, your heart racing in sync with the rhythm of your kisses.

With a surge of desire, Fujin lifted you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. The coolness of the temple wall pressed against your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. Time seemed to stand still as your bodies melded together in a dance of passion and longing.

Before things could escalate, however, something always went wrong.

"Brother."

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach at the sound of that voice, Fujin dropping you back to your feet as the two of you turned to face this consequence you had been evading successfully for a good long while.

Though obviously, the jig was up. You were found out.

"What..." Raiden began, lost for words as he looked between the two of you, "...what is the meaning of this?"

You exchanged a nervous glance with Fujin, the passion from moments ago fading into a mixture of apprehension and guilt.

"Raiden," Fujin spoke up, his voice filled with both determination and a touch of regret, "we were meaning to tell you. It's just... it never seemed like the right time."

There was a moment of silence, so thick and tense that one could've cut through it with a blade. Though, no matter how uncomfortable the silence, you didn't want it to go away - you weren't ready to face these consequences, yet here you were. You could feel Raiden's harsh gaze on you, intensely, and you felt as though you were about to implode with how fast your heart was being.

"(Y/n)."

You didn't dare look up at Raiden when he addressed you, only listening to hear what he wanted of you.

"I'd like to speak to my brother in private," he said, firm and harsh in his words, "so I'd appreciate if you left us alone."

You didn't say anything, only rushing away with your head down as you felt tears prick at your eyes. As you hurriedly made your way out of the dimly lit hallway, tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. The weight of guilt overwhelmed you.

The temple corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly, the shadows elongating and distorting with your turbulent emotions. Finding solace in a secluded spot outside, you leaned against a stone wall and let the tears flow freely. Each drop carried a mixture of remorse, fear, and uncertainty.

-

"Fujin," Raiden began, his voice dripping with anger and disappointment, "I cannot believe you would go against my orders to stay away from her. Does nothing I say mean anything to you?!"

"I told you: love chooses it's own path, and it chose her," Fujin reminded him, his own voice stern though his nature was gentle, "it was only a matter of time."

Raiden's anger intensified as he clenched his fists, his eyes sparking with electricity. He took a step closer to Fujin, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and sorrow.

"Fujin, you know the dangers of personal attachments," Raiden said, his tone sharp. "Our duty to protect Earthrealm comes before our own desires. We cannot afford to let emotions cloud our judgment."

Fujin stood his ground, his expression resolute but tinged with sadness.

"I understand the risks, Raiden," Fujin replied, his voice steady. "But love is not a weakness. It can give us motivation, and purpose. My feelings for (Y/n) do not diminish my dedication to our cause." Raiden shook his head, his disappointment evident.

"You speak of love as if it exists in isolation," Raiden said, his voice laced with frustration. "But love has consequences, Fujin. Consequences that can put us all in danger."

Fujin's gaze remained unwavering as he met Raiden's intense stare. "I am aware of the potential consequences, Raiden," Fujin said firmly. "But I refuse to deny myself the happiness and connection I have found with (Y/n). I believe we can find a way to balance our love and our duty."

"You are a fool!" Raiden shouted.

"No, you are the fool, brother!" Fujin snapped back at him, his gentle nature washing away with frustration. "There is nothing you can do or say that will stop me from pursuing this relationship with (Y/n). I love her, and my feelings will not change to accommodate anyone."

Raiden's anger flared, his fists tightening even more. The air around him crackled with electricity as sparks danced across his body. Though he would not continue this confrontation here, the man turning away from him and storming off elsewhere.

As Raiden turned away and stormed off, Fujin watched him with a mix of sadness and determination. He knew that his actions had strained their relationship, but he couldn't deny his love for you. Fujin had never felt such a deep connection with someone before, and he couldn't imagine his life without you by his side.

With a heavy sigh, Fujin decided to give Raiden some time to cool down before attempting to talk to him again. He understood that his brother was driven by the responsibility to protect Earthrealm, but he believed that love could coexist with their duty. He just needed to find a way to convince Raiden of the same.

-

With your tears easing up, you could feel yourself cooling down. Even so, your emotions were still overwhelming, and you feared the worst when you thought of how this would effect your relationship with Fujin.

Though, as you reflected on the situation, you hadn't yet noticed the menacing presence looming over you until he made himself known by speaking.

"(Y/n)."

You jumped a little, startled when you turned around and saw Raiden, standing a few feet away from you. You quickly wiped away your tears, trying to compose yourself in front of Raiden. His expression was stern, and you could sense the disappointment radiating from him.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied your voice.

"Raiden," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I... I'm sorry. I never wanted things to turn out like this. It's just... Fujin and I, we didn't plan for this to happen."

"(Y/n), you will no longer see Fujin." You whipped your head back around at this, shocked at his order.

The words hung in the air, causing your heart to sink further. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It felt like a heavy blow, threatening to shatter the now presumably weakened connection you had with Fujin.

"Excuse me?" you asked in disbelief.

"Your bond with Fujin is hindering his duties as a protector of Earthrealm," Raiden elaborated, not a single hint of sympathy in his voice, "and because of that, I must ask that you cut ties with him and avoid each other."

"No."

Raiden was taken back by your blunt, harsh response, watching as you stood up from where you were to face him. Though, his stunned state didn't last him very long, as rage overtook him. His eyes flashed with anger as he clenched his fists tightly, sparks of electricity crackling around him. His disappointment turned into a fierce determination to assert his authority.

"You dare defy me, mortal?" Raiden's voice boomed, his divine power radiating with an intensity that shook the air around you. "You have no say in this matter. I am the Thunder God, the protector of Earthrealm, and I will not allow my brother's loyalty to waver because of a mere human."

His words struck you like a physical blow, but you refused to back down. Your love for Fujin was strong, and you couldn't accept the idea of severing ties with him.

"My relationship with your brother is none of your business!" you snapped at him, noting the way a storm began brewing around you, "love is not something you can control or dictate. Fujin and I have found something special, and I won't let you take that away from us!!"

Raiden's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and disappointment. He took a step closer to you, his powerful presence dominating the space around you.

"Very well," he said in a low, menacing tone, conjuring electricity between his two hands, "if I cannot convince you, I will force you."

Your face paled when his previously white electricity turned a dark red, and before you could comprehend what exactly was happening, he struck you with his godly powers.

You fell to the ground, crying out and seizing as the electricity commanded of you.

"Yield," Raiden demanded of you as he watched you writhe on the ground before him.

"...n-never," you spat.

As you tried to recover from the blow, Raiden hit you with another shock, causing you to cry out once again, seizing and wriggling in pain.

"Each surge of energy I send through you will be more powerful than the next," Raiden warned her, preparing yet another blast, "submit, or face the consequences."

You coughed up blood as you looked up at him, and though you were in immense pain, a devilish smirk plastered itself to your face, and you spat the blood out.

"...ha...I could do this...all day," you wheezed, a painful chuckle passing your bloody lips.

Another strike hit you, and like he said it would be, it was more intense than the last. You seized uncontrollably, feeling tears prick your eyes though you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of tears.

Just as the pain threatened to overwhelm you, a powerful gust of wind suddenly swept through the area, dispersing Raiden's electrical assault. You gasped, looking up to see Fujin standing before you, his eyes blazing with determination and anger.

As you laid your head down in relief, looking over to the side, you saw that your friends had been observing from afar, staring at you in panicked states though you figured Fujin would've told them to stand back while he took care of this.

"Enough, Raiden!" Fujin's voice boomed, commanding attention. "Fear and control are not the ways of a true protector."

"You dare interfere, Fujin?!" Raiden growled, his voice laced with anger.

Fujin stepped forward, his presence radiating strength and resolve.

"I dare to protect what is right," he declared, his voice steady despite the underlying anger. "Love and compassion are not weaknesses, Raiden. They are the very essence of our humanity."

Raiden's expression contorted with a mix of fury and frustration.

"You have become weak, Fujin," he seethed, sparks of lightning crackling around him. "You let your emotions cloud your judgment."

Fujin's eyes blazed with determination as he met Raiden's gaze.

"No, brother. It is you who has lost sight of what it means to be a protector. True strength lies in understanding and empathy. You must learn to embrace the bonds that connect us rather than seek to control them."

The two gods stood in opposition, their powers crackling in the air, representing the clash between duty and love, control and freedom.

"You will not sway me, Fujin," Raiden spat, summoning a surge of electricity that crackled with dark intensity. "I will show you the power of a true god!"

Without any further hesitation, Raiden struck first, sending forth a barrage of lightning bolts aimed at Fujin. The air crackled with raw energy as the bolts surged through the battlefield, aiming to overpower and subdue Fujin's defenses.

But Fujin was swift and agile, his mastery over wind granting him unparalleled mobility. He gracefully evaded the lightning strikes, dancing through the air with the finesse of a leaf carried by a gust of wind. As each bolt missed its mark, Fujin retaliated with focused precision.

He conjured powerful gusts of wind, directing them toward Raiden. The gales howled, pushing against Raiden's electrical assault, threatening to disrupt and disperse his attacks. The winds swirled around Raiden, testing his control over the elements and challenging his dominance.

Raiden, unwilling to be outmatched, amplified his electrical powers, intensifying the bolts of lightning. The sky crackled with energy as he unleashed a devastating surge, aiming to overpower Fujin's wind manipulation and break through his defenses.

The two godly forces clashed with immense power, their energies creating a dazzling display of light and sound. Bolts of lightning clashed against the powerful gusts of wind, causing explosions and shockwaves that reverberated throughout the battleground.

Fujin pressed his advantage, using his mastery over the winds to control the battlefield. He summoned gusts of air that circled around Raiden, restricting his movement and limiting his ability to retaliate. The once all-powerful Thunder God found himself trapped in the whirlwind, his authority challenged by Fujin's unwavering determination.

With a final surge of wind, Fujin sent Raiden hurtling through the air, crashing into the ground with a resounding impact. The force of the impact reverberated throughout the battlefield, momentarily silencing the chaos.

As the dust settled, Fujin approached the fallen Raiden, his expression softened with a mix of compassion and disappointment. He extended a hand, offering Raiden a chance at redemption and reconciliation.

"Raiden, your power should be used to protect and guide, not to control and suppress," Fujin spoke with firmness, yet a hint of empathy in his voice.

His energy cooled down from red back to it's original white, and Raiden sighed, realising the weight of what he had just done as he took Fujin's hand, allowing him to pull his brother onto his feet.

"I am a fool..." Raiden uttered, looking at his hands which he used to commit a horrid act of violence, "I have allowed myself to become a slave to anger."

Fujin's gaze softened as he heard the genuine remorse in Raiden's voice. He placed a reassuring hand on Raiden's shoulder, offering him solace and understanding.

"We all stumble along our paths, Raiden," Fujin replied, his voice filled with compassion. "What matters is how we learn from our mistakes and strive to make amends."

Raiden nodded, a mixture of gratitude and shame etched on his face. The brothers stood together, their differences momentarily set aside in favour of a shared commitment to restore balance and rectify the damage that had been done.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao were quick to rush to your side, helping you up into a sitting position as they assessed your state.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright??" Liu asked, cringing when you coughed up a little more blood.

You mustered a weak yet cheeky smile, trying to reassure them despite the pain coursing through your body.

"I've had worse," you boasted, Lao sighing as he wiped the blood away from your face affectionately. "Right, worse being all of your painfully embarrassing moments where you make a fool of yourself," he teased, wiping the blood on his hand onto your shirt, "I still get second hand embarrassment thinking about any of those moments."

You chuckled softly, wincing at the pain but appreciating the lightened atmosphere his teasing brought even in such a dark situation.

"Hey now, those moments make life interesting," you retorted, playfully nudging Kung Lao's arm. "Besides, you've had your fair share of embarrassing moments too, my friend."

Kung Lao raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

"Oh, really? Care to give some examples?" he challenged, enjoying the banter.

You laughed, a hint of fatigue evident in your voice. Though before you could fill him in on his challenge to you, the three of you were approached by Fujin and Raiden.

The thunder god had an apologetic look plastered to his face, and naturally it was for you

"(Y/n), I am deeply sorry for what I've done," Raiden spoke, his voice tinged with guilt. "You did not deserve the pain I inflicted upon you, nor did I have the right to interfere with your relationship. Please, accept my apologies."

You looked into Raiden's eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and sincerity in his words. You could feel the weight of his apology, and you knew that he was truly sorry for the pain he had caused.

"Thank you Raiden, your apology means a lot to me," you croaked, holding your stomach as you spoke.

Raiden looked between you and Fujin, acknowledging the relationship between you for the first time in a positive light.

"My brother is truly an amazing deity," he praised, placing a hand on Fujin's shoulder, "I was ridiculous to believe that there was no room in his heart for balance, and for that I am sorry. You needn't hide yourselves away from me anymore. I will not criticise you for something that is truly beautiful." "Thank you, brother," Fujin added, resting his hand on his brother's arm as they shared a sentimental moment between them.

Considering you were injured quite a bit from the electric damage inflicted on you, Fujin decided in that moment that it was definitely best to tend to your wounds.

He decided to excuse himself from everyone as he knelt down beside you, scooping you up in his arms bridal style before standing back up and carrying you away to somewhere the two of you could have privacy, so he could heal you.

Even though you were in immense pain, you had never been happier and more relieved. The weight of secrecy had been lifted from you, and you were free to do as you pleased with your lover.

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[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 (Bernard the elf x pregnant! mother! reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Bernard takes care of you while you're pregnant, and is a devoted, beautiful husband!

Word Count: 2.8K

This story's based off of the song 'Mother's song' by Masakatsu Takagi from the movie 'wolf children'. Btw it has nothing to do w the story but I do highly recommend watching the movie, it's a big tear jerker so bring tissues! Enjoy!

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'May I meet you soon, my yet unseen child,' I always wished as I stroke my belly

Fuuu~ fuuu~

I wonder how your face looks like? Fuuu~ fuuu~ I wonder how your voice sounds like?

Bernard adored his wife's singing voice, watching from his place at the kitchen table as his pregnant lover sat on their living room sofa, knitting away at garments fit for the little one they were soon to bring into this world. The sweet melodies that emanated from her lips intertwined with the rhythmic clicking of knitting needles, creating a symphony of love and anticipation.

That song, the one she was singing as she participated in her little activity to wind down, Bernard recognised as the one she told him her own mother had taught her when she was only young. He could hear the sentiment in her beautiful voice, and in his eyes was pure adoration for the woman he was building a life with.

He was supposed to go to work that day, his job as head elf was rather demanding and he didn't have the time to spend every day with her. But right then and there, he wished to be spending each and every hour by her side, focusing his energy entirely on her like she deserved.

With a quiet sigh, Bernard got up from his chair, setting his cocoa down as he strolled over to the woman, taking a seat behind her on the sofa which sunk a little when he did.

"How's the knitting coming along?" he asked, her, the woman smiling as she didn't look up from her work. "Lovely," (Y/n) responded, looping another part of thread around her needle, "I'm almost done another cute little sweater. They'll have an entire wardrobe at my hands alone at this rate."

Bernard smiled sweetly, leaning over and resting his head on her shoulder as he continued to watch her and her intricate work. She shuffled a little so she could make his positioning a little more comfortable for him, and she turned her head to face him, planting a loving kiss on the top of his head.

In that tender moment, Bernard closed his eyes, savouring the warmth of (Y/n)'s kiss on his head. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair, and let his fingers gently stroke her belly, feeling their unborn child respond to his touch with a soft flutter.

"I can't help but wonder," Bernard whispered, his voice filled with awe, "how will our little one's face light up when they see the world for the first time? What colour will their eyes be? Will they inherit your radiant smile or my curly hair?"

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Oh, Bernard, I'm wondering the same. Will they have your kind heart or my determination? Will their laughter be as infectious as yours? And their voice... Oh, how I long to hear their sweet, innocent voice fill our home."

The thought of their child's laughter and voice resonated deep within Bernard's soul. He imagined joyful echoes bouncing off the walls, filling their lives with endless happiness and laughter. They were creating a world where love and music would intertwine, nurturing their child's spirit and fostering a sense of wonder.

Their hearts brimming with love, Bernard and (Y/n) shared a moment of quiet reflection. They had already begun weaving a tapestry of dreams for their little one, eagerly awaiting the day they would finally meet face to face.

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One morning, Bernard awoke by his wife's side, noting how uncharacteristically hot and sweaty she seemed to be. He pulled the sheet back to find her, a little paler than usual and seemingly running a fever.

Concerned, Bernard gently placed a hand on (Y/n)'s forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. His heart raced with worry as he realized that something might be wrong.

At his movements, (Y/n) seemed to awaken, groggy and confused, though she could recognise that she didn't feel right.

"(Y/n), you're running a really bad fever," Bernard whispered to her, wiping the sweat soaked hair which stuck to her away from her face, "are you feeling alright?"

She blinked heavily a few times, trying to wake herself up properly though her altered state of consciousness didn't seem to change.

"...I..." she croaked out, rubbing her eyes, "...I think I'm going to be sick."

Bernard sighed, shuffling off of his side of the bed to put his slippers on as he was quick to assist his poor wife. He helped her up into a sitting position, careful with her fragile being as he helped her to stand and lead her to their bathroom. This wasn't a moment too soon, as when they reached the doorway, she broke away from him to be sick in the toilet bowl. Bernard was quick to join her at her side again, holding the hair out of her face with one hand and rubbing her back with the other.

As (Y/n) finished retching, her body trembling from the effort, Bernard grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped her face, soothing her with soft words of comfort. His heart ached seeing her in such distress, but he knew he had to remain strong for both of them.

Once she had settled down, Bernard helped (Y/n) rinse her mouth and guided her back to bed, tucking her in with extra care.

He sat next to her on the bed, rubbing her side affectionately. He couldn't go to work while she was like this.

"I ought to stay home (Y/n), I can't leave you alone while you're like this," he told her, watching as her eyes cracked open a little so she could look up at him. "...you...you don't have to do that for me," she whispered in a sickly way, "...I know how important your work is to you..." "Hey, nothing is more important than you," he scolded her, shaking his head, "I'll just call Curtis and he can take care of things at work for me. I need to be here for you."

(Y/n) was too weak to argue with her devoted husband, and her submitting response was captured in a single sigh that left her ashen lips.

Bernard would call into work that morning, letting his second in command know the circumstances which he was faced with. Curtis replied in an understanding manner, and wished (Y/n) well with his health as well as assuring Bernard that he could handle things at work for as long as he needed.

Grateful for Curtis's support, Bernard focused his attention on (Y/n), determined to take care of her and their unborn child. He fetched a glass of water and a damp cloth, gently wiping her forehead to alleviate the heat of her fever.

Hours turned into days, and Bernard remained a constant presence by (Y/n)'s side. He took on the role of both caretaker and confidant, providing comfort and reassurance during her moments of weakness. He prepared nourishing meals, encouraged her to rest, and read stories aloud to their unborn child, hoping to create a sense of familiarity and love even before their arrival.

Even as she got better, he was still shaken from the experience, and refused to leave her side until he was 110% sure that she wouldn't relapse back into illness.

He knew it would be rewarding in the long run though.

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Covered in pastel blue paint, Bernard took a step back to admire his work, having just completed the last wall in their soon to be born child's nursery. They hadn't painted the room blue for any reason other than that (Y/n) thought it was a nice colour, neither of them were interested in knowing the baby's gender until they were born, and even then they weren't keen on forcing unnecessary gender roles onto the child.

As he stood there, surveying the room, he could already envision their little one playing, laughing, and growing in this very space.

(Y/n) stood in the doorway, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and love as she observed her husband's handiwork.

"It's perfect, Bernard," she whispered, her voice filled with emotions that words couldn't fully capture.

As they waited for the paint to dry, the two of the gathered the decorations and furniture they had prepared for the nursery around the door, Bernard ensuring that (Y/n) didn't entrust herself with anything too heavy or hard to handle.

Together, they assembled the crib, carefully arranging the soft blankets and pillows inside. Bernard placed the mobile above, a delicate creation of stars and moons that would gently spin and twinkle, captivating their little one's attention. They arranged shelves on the walls, ready to be filled with books and toys that would ignite their child's imagination.

The room began to take shape, reflecting the love and anticipation that filled their hearts. Bernard hung a painting on one wall, a whimsical scene of a forest with friendly animals peeking out from behind the trees. It was a gift from his fellow elves, who had worked together to create a piece of art that would bring joy and wonder to their child's world.

(Y/n) lovingly placed stuffed animals on the shelves, each one carefully chosen to be soft and comforting, ready to become their little one's loyal companions. She smiled as she held up a small plush reindeer, envisioning her child's tiny hands clutching it tightly as they drifted off to sleep.

Bernard set up a rocking chair in the corner, a cozy spot for (Y/n) to nurse and cradle their baby. He imagined her there, singing lullabies and swaying gently, creating a soothing rhythm that would lull their child into dreams filled with love and warmth.

With each item they placed in the nursery, Bernard and (Y/n) infused it with their hopes and dreams for their child. They couldn't wait to share their world with the little one, to guide them through life and shower them with unconditional love.

As they stood back, admiring the room they had created, a sense of awe and gratitude washed over them. Their journey together had led them to this moment, a room filled with love, ready to welcome their yet unseen child.

Bernard walked over to (Y/n), wrapping his arms around her gently, feeling her warmth and the flutter of their baby inside her belly. They shared a quiet moment, their hearts beating in sync, as they marvelled at the miracle of life growing within (Y/n)'s womb.

The room had been transformed into a haven of dreams and possibilities, filled with whimsical decorations and lovingly crafted furniture.

(Y/n) reached her hands up and cupped either side of Bernard's face, kissing her paint covered lover with nothing but adoration in her intentions.

They stood there for a while, basking in the love and hope that filled the air. In that moment, they knew that their journey as parents had already begun, even before their child took their first breath. They were united in their love and commitment, ready to create a loving and nurturing environment for their little one to grow and thrive.

With the nursery complete and their hearts full of anticipation, Bernard and (Y/n) eagerly awaited the day when their yet unseen child would finally enter their lives. They knew that their love would guide them through the ups and downs of parenthood, and that together, they were ready to embark on this extraordinary adventure.

And so, they continued to cherish each moment of the pregnancy, counting down the days until their little one would make their grand entrance into the world, filling their lives with immeasurable joy and love.

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The sudden splash of water hitting the floor below (Y/n)'s legs indicated that the day had arrived. She was to give birth, her body finally signaling that their yet unseen child was ready to make their entrance into the world.

"...Augh...Bernard!" She called to him from her place in the kitchen, the man having been in another room, "Bernard!"

She coiled a little in pain, the contractions having her hold her stomach and groan.

Bernard's heart skipped a beat as he heard the urgency in (Y/n)'s voice. He rushed into the kitchen, panic and concern etched on his face. Seeing his beloved wife in pain, he immediately grabbed onto her, helping her onto the dining room chair.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)?" he asked, his voice filled with worry as he moved closer to her.

"...m...my water broke," she managed to say between contractions, her grip on her belly tightening.

Bernard's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. He had been preparing for this moment, but now that it was here, he felt a surge of emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Okay, stay right here," he instructed, his voice calm and reassuring, "I'll get everything ready, I won't be long."

He rushed around the house, gathering the essentials they had prepared for this day. He retrieved the pre-packed hospital bag from the bedroom, ensuring they had all the necessary items for both (Y/n) and the baby. He grabbed the car keys and his phone, ready to call the hospital and inform them of their imminent arrival.

Returning to (Y/n)'s side, he knelt down in front of her, holding her hands tightly.

"We're going to the hospital now, my love," he said, his voice filled with determination. "You're doing amazing, and I'll be right by your side every step of the way."

(Y/n) nodded, her face contorted with pain yet filled with trust in her husband. She leaned on him for support as they slowly made their way to the car, Bernard gently helping her into the passenger seat. He adjusted the seatbelt to ensure her comfort and safety, making sure she was secure before closing the door.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Bernard quickly got into the driver's seat, his mind focused on getting them to the hospital as quickly and safely as possible. He started the engine and carefully pulled out of their driveway, navigating the familiar streets with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Bernard parked the car and swiftly made his way to (Y/n)'s side, helping her out and supporting her as they entered the building. They approached the reception desk, where Bernard provided the necessary information while (Y/n) focused on managing her contractions.

The hospital staff guided them to the labor and delivery unit, where a team of doctors and nurses were waiting to assist with the birth. Bernard stayed close to (Y/n)'s side, holding her hand tightly and offering words of encouragement with each passing moment.

As the labour progressed, (Y/n) drew strength from Bernard's unwavering presence. His love and support were like an anchor, grounding her in the midst of the intense sensations. She squeezed his hand tightly, finding solace in their connection.

Hours turned into minutes, and the moment they had been eagerly anticipating drew near. The doctor informed them that it was time to start pushing, and Bernard positioned himself by (Y/n)'s side, ready to witness the miracle of their child's birth.

With every ounce of strength, (Y/n) pushed, guided by the encouragement and love from Bernard and the medical team. He supported (Y/n) throughout the process, wiping her brow and offering soothing words.

After what felt like an eternity of pushing, a cry filled the air, piercing through the room. The sound was both beautiful and overwhelming, a testament to the arrival of their yet unseen child.

Bernard felt time slow drastically when their child was brought to them, covered in blood and muck, still with her umbilical cord attached.

The midwife placed the child on (Y/n)'s chest, allowing her to hold the new soul while she was still awaking to the world, a rush of warmth enveloped her. She marvelled at the precious bundle of joy cradled against her chest, marvelling at the delicate features and tiny fingers. The love she felt for their child expanded exponentially in that very moment, filling every corner of her heart. Bernard's eyes filled with tears as he leaned in closer, admiring their new-born baby girl.

"...we're so happy you're here," he whispered, his voice shaky as he had to keep himself from bursting into a full on sob.

(Y/n) looked up at Bernard, her own eyes glistening with tears of joy and exhaustion. She nodded, her voice choked with emotion as she whispered, "We love you so much, our beautiful princess. Welcome to our world."

Their daughter squirmed and let out another small cry, as if acknowledging the love and warmth that surrounded her. It was a moment of pure bliss, as Bernard and (Y/n) savoured their first moments as parents, basking in the overwhelming love that enveloped them.

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[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 (Fujin x Reader)

Official Masterlist - Part 2

Summary: As confusion and desire intertwine, you embark on a journey to discover that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize, and the true source of warmth and affection may have been by our side all along.

Word Count: 5.5k

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Based off the song 'Stupid for you' by Waterparks. Enjoy! :)

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Hey, tell me what you want me to say,

You know I'm stupid for you.

You swore on your mother's life that you'd do anything for him.

Hey, can you come and come out and play,

You know I'm stupid for you.

But why would your love and devotion be of any use to him?

A wind god? Returning feelings for his reckless human friend?

He was way out of your league and that fact had been taunting you since the second you realised you had the biggest crush on him.

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note.

Not to mention his ridiculously over protective brother, who, of course, was another god. If he found out that you had a crush on Fujin, then he'd do anything in his power to prevent the two of you forming a romantic relationship. Oh, and god forbid - no pun intended - if you and Fujin on the off chance did become an item. That was a death wish, the man would smite you.

But, a girl could dream.

So there you sat, on a pretty, grassy, cute little hill just outside the Shaolin temples, where you'd grown up and trained. At first, you were hiding from your good friends Liu Kang and Kung Lao after pulling a horrifying prank that involved water, flour and feathers. But when they never found you, you found yourself still out on the hill as the sun was setting. You hated being alone because that meant you had to think - be in your own head.

Now, Raiden didn't particularly like you for your reputation of not always thinking things through, and when you were intentionally doing something, it was usually a prank. You were an idiot, you knew that. That also meant that you'd never make any breathless impression on your dear Fujin, and that would eat you up inside til the end of time.

"You're not usually out here on your own."

You were startled at the sound of a voice, whipping your head around to see who spoke. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Fujin, but of course out of instinct you did anyways.

God, you'd never get tired of looking at him. He was such a beautiful man, with his pretty, long snowy white hair and his pretty, glowing eyes matching his pretty body. You always had to physically stop yourself from gasping or sighing whenever you saw him.

"Y-yeah, I..." you fumbled over your words, scratching the back of your head sheepishly, "...just needed to catch some air and a second to think." "So, you're okay?" he asked, approaching you before crouching down beside you on the grass. "Course I am..." you sighed, looking down, "...sorta." "What's on your mind, feather?"

That name he called you, of all things, would be the blissful death of you.

“I don’t know…” you sighed, letting your shoulders sag as you laced your fingers into the grass, “…it’s just, I hate being alone, because when I'm alone it makes me think, and when I think, there’s usually only one thing I think of.”

“and that would be?” Fujin further pried, your face flushing red as you looked away from him.

“a someone. a someone who makes me feel all weird and fuzzy inside, a someone who can make me smile even on the worst of my days,” you explained, feeling your heart beat harshly against your own ribcage, “someone who I want more than anything.”

“What’s stopping you from obtaining them, (Y/n)?” he asked, tilting his head at you curiously.

“Well, that’s my dilemma,” you huffed hopelessly, still too afraid to look him in the eyes, “he’s not someone I can obtain. He’s way out of my league - probably doesn’t even experience emotions like I do. But that’s okay, this silly little school-girl crush of mine will fade away one day. But for now, it’ll eat me up inside til it does go away.”

“Have you ever even asked this someone if he reciprocated these feelings?”

You felt your insides turn when Fujin brushed against your side, properly sitting on the grass next to you but also much closer to you than he was before. Your face was radiating a harsh heat, and you were certain you were bright red. To avoid allowing him to see this, you simply cleared your throat and continued to look away from him.

“I’m certain he would never feel the same, it’s impossible,” you assured him, looking out into the distance as to allow the cold breeze to cool your face.

“But how do you know that?”

You felt him lean in closer, pressing the side of his body to yours, and his hand behind you as he leaned back. You felt as though you were about to go into cardiac arrest with how fast your little heart was beating.

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the words to respond.

"I... I've never had the courage to ask. Besides, it's not like he would be interested in someone like me. I'm just an ordinary mortal, and he's a...a literal god."

Fujin's presence beside you felt both comforting and electrifying. You could sense his genuine concern as he spoke softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You underestimate yourself, (Y/n). Love doesn't discriminate based on mortal or godly status. It's a force that transcends such boundaries."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you turned to face him, finally meeting his intense gaze. His eyes held a mixture of sincerity and longing, and it took your breath away.

"But what if I get rejected? What if I ruin our friendship? I don't want to lose him."

Fujin's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I understand your fears, but sometimes, taking a chance is worth the risk. Regret is a heavier burden to carry than the fear of rejection. And true friendship can weather any storm."

His touch sent a surge of warmth through you, and you couldn't deny the growing desire within your heart.

"Fujin, what are you trying to say?"

He smiled softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm saying that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize. And sometimes, the one who has been there all along is the one who can make you feel those fuzzy, warm emotions you long for."

Confusion and bewilderment warred within you as you tried to process his words. You had never been so close to Fujin, so close that you could literally feel his body pressed against yours, though you didn't dare turn your head to look at him, for you were afraid that if you tried, you'd explode from nerve.

"There she is!!"

Before you could say anything more, this tender moment was interrupted by the likes of your two friends who had been searching for you for quite a while. Panic set in as you remembered what you did, and you got up to try and run away from them. However, they were quick to catch up to you, Lao quick to grab onto you and throw you over his shoulder.

"You thought we'd forgotten about you?" Liu teased, yourself scoffing as you shook your head. "Sure took you guys a while," she taunted, trying to wriggle free from her friend's grip, "have fun getting all those feathers off?" "Oh, we're gonna have some fun alright," Lao snickered, effortlessly holding you still enough with only one of his arms, "how does a nice, long soak in the nearby lake sound? Feathered and all?"

Your face paled in realization, and you looked toward Fujin as they began taking you away.

"Come on guys, you know I was only joking, right?" you tried reasoning with them, though they weren't taking any of it. "Fujin! Save me!" you begged him, though your pleading was in vain as he simply laughed at your misfortune.

"This sounds like a battle I shouldn't interfere with," Fujin chuckled, throwing you a playful salute, "good luck, my feather."

He winked at you, and that little action shot straight through you like one of cupid's stupid little love arrows.

Oh dear...you really were...what was the word? Oh,

down tremendously bad.

Once you reached the lake, you resigned yourself to the fate that awaited you, accepting the inevitable dunking and subsequent laughter that would follow.

As they prepared to toss you into the water, you closed your eyes and braced yourself, trying to push away the lingering thoughts of Fujin.

At least the dunking took your mind off of it all...

-

Watching with affection, Fujin stayed sat on that little hill as you were carried away from him by your two vengeful friends who were ready to exact that sweet revenge on you. Consequences are a good thing, and an entertaining thing as well. Perhaps next time you wouldn't get so flustered in his presence.

Though, Fujin couldn't deny the way your presence made his own being feel, like he could hardly control himself. His heart was still beating hard in his chest from how close he had managed to get himself to you. Your touch was like no other, and your status of mere mortal meant nothing to him.

He wanted you, but naturally, someone was in the way.

"Brother."

Fujin didn't even turn around when he heard the voice of his brother call his name. Even though he said nothing, Raiden knew he had acknowledged his presence.

"A word?" Raiden requested, stern as ever as Fujin simply gave a single nod and waited for him to continue.

"You should know better than this, Fujin," Raiden warned him. "Better than what?" Fujin asked in response, playing dumb though he already knew what he was getting at. "Falling in love with a mortal," Raiden clarified, the anger in his voice raising ever so slightly, "What did I tell you about getting attached to humans?? Especially her of any." "I know what you've told me, brother," Fujin replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, "but love cannot be controlled or dictated by our divine status. It chooses its own path, and it has chosen her." "You have become weak, Fujin. For letting something as insignificant as a human girl interfere with your duties," Raiden scoffed.

Fujin's gaze hardened as he faced his brother, his voice laced with determination.

"Love may be unpredictable, Raiden, but it is not a weakness. It brings strength and purpose to our existence. She is not just any mortal girl; she is extraordinary in her own way. And I refuse to stand idle while you belittle her significance."

"You are treading on dangerous ground, brother. Mortals are fleeting, and their emotions can cloud judgment."

Standing suddenly, Fujin refused to face his brother any longer.

"I have made my decision," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a sense of resolve. "I will not let fear dictate my actions or dampen the potential for happiness that she brings into my life. If you cannot understand that, then perhaps you have forgotten the value of compassion and connection."

He didn't bother listen for a response, or even look back to see if his words had meant anything to his brother. Instead, Fujin went elsewhere, anywhere to be away from the daunting aura that was his overprotective brother.

Fujin found solace in the tranquillity of the Shaolin temples, seeking refuge in the familiar surroundings. As he walked through the hallowed halls, memories of his past flooded his mind. He had always been dutiful, dedicated to upholding the balance and protecting Earthrealm. But now, his heart was torn between his responsibilities and his growing affection for you.

As he contemplated his next move, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Lost in contemplation, Fujin?"

He turned to see Master Bo' Rai Cho, one of the wise elders of the Shaolin Order. Rai Cho had always been a source of guidance and wisdom for Fujin, he knew much about human matters, like feelings and desires, and he knew he could confide in him.

"Master Rai Cho," Fujin greeted respectfully, "I find myself facing a dilemma. My duty as a god and my feelings for someone."

Rai Cho's eyes twinkled with understanding as he motioned for Fujin to join him in the temple's courtyard. They sat beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, the delicate petals falling around them like whispers of the wind.

"Love is a complex path, my young friend," Rai Cho began, his voice carrying the weight of his years of wisdom though it was ironic considering Fujin had been around much longer than he had. "It often leads us to unexpected places, challenging our perceptions and teaching us valuable lessons."

Fujin listened intently, his gaze fixed on the falling petals.

"You have been blessed with a divine nature, Fujin, but that doesn't mean you are immune to the joys and sorrows of mortal emotions," Rai Cho continued. "Love knows no boundaries, and sometimes it defies logic and expectations. It's a force that can move mountains and transform lives."

Fujin sighed, a mixture of frustration and longing in his voice.

"But what if my feelings jeopardize my role as a protector? What if my attachment to her compromises the safety of Earthrealm?"

Rai Cho smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Fujin's shoulder.

"Balance is not found by denying our emotions, but by embracing them and channelling them in harmony with our purpose. Love can strengthen your resolve, reminding you of the importance of safeguarding not just realms, but also the hearts of those you care about."

Fujin pondered Rai Cho's words, the weight of his responsibilities gradually finding equilibrium with his desire for love and connection.

"I understand, Master Rai Cho," Fujin replied, determination lacing his voice. "I will find a way to balance my duty and my feelings, for her and for Earthrealm."

Rai Cho nodded approvingly, his aged smile endearing.

"Remember, Fujin, the path you choose may not be easy, but true love is worth the trials it brings. Trust in your own strength and the bond you share with her."

With newfound resolve, Fujin rose from beneath the cherry blossom tree. His heart felt lighter, and a sense of purpose infused his every step.

"Thank you, Master Rai Cho. Your guidance has cleared my path."

-

This was certainly not the first time you laid wide awake in your room, on your cosy little bed. You were someone who found it very difficult to sleep, but once you did get to sleep, you were out for a long while.

The events of the day replayed in your mind like a broken record, and you couldn't help but wonder what on earth it was all about. What on earth Fujin was about. The feeling of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way his words lingered in the air had left an indelible mark on your heart.

You were confused, and because of that, obviously unable to sleep.

The moonlight spilled through your window, casting a gentle glow on your restless form. Thoughts swirled in your mind like a tempestuous storm, and you found yourself yearning for clarity.

In the midst of your contemplation, a soft breeze brushed against your skin, carrying a delicate fragrance that stirred a sense of familiarity. You turned your gaze towards the open window, and there, sitting on the outer part of your window sill, was Fujin.

You were visibly a little startled and surprised by his sudden presence, especially considering you had only been thinking of him moments ago. But naturally, his presence would never be unwelcome to you.

He seemed ethereal, his features illuminated by the moon's gentle rays. His eyes, so full of warmth and understanding, met yours, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of comfort wash over you. With a silent invitation, he entered your room and closed the window behind him.

"Fujin, what are you doing here?" you whispered, a mix of surprise and anticipation lacing your voice.

He approached your bed and took a seat beside you, his presence radiating a sense of calm. His voice was soft as he spoke, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"I can sense when you are stirring, feather," he admitted, looking down at you, "I came to see what was wrong." "I stir all the time, Fujin," you sighed, smiling at him as you shuffled in your bed, "nothing's wrong." "You're a terrible liar, (Y/n)," Fujin chuckled, causing your face to flush red as you avoided eye contact, "mind if I lay down beside you?"

You were surprised by his request, and almost too flustered to say anything in response. Though, how silly would you be to pass up such an opportunity to be close to him once again?

"B-be my guest..." you stammered, shuffling over and making room for him.

His smile was gentle as he laid his back down against your bed, his presence radiating a sense of serenity. You couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you as you settled closer to him, your sides pressed together in comfortable familiarity.

As you both lay there in the moonlit room, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy.

"Fujin," you finally broke the silence, your voice barely a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about you."

Fujin turned his head to meet your gaze, his eyes shimmering with tenderness and longing. The vulnerability in his expression mirrored your own, and you could sense the depth of his emotions.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I can't stop thinking about you either, (Y/n)," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of yearning and sincerity.

His admission filled the air with an electric tension, drawing you closer to him both physically and emotionally. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as your focus narrowed on the intensity of your connection.

"...Fujin!"

The distant shout of the wind god's name tore the two of you out of your intimate trance. You both recognised that voice, it was his brother, and he obviously needed his assistance.

With a sigh, Fujin got up from off of your bed, and you sat up as you watched him brush himself off.

"I'm sorry, feather, this shouldn't take too long," he apologised, yourself shaking your head. "I understand, it's alright," you assured him, your smile sweet.

With that, he bid you a hasty farewell and made his way toward where he was called to, somewhere you could only guess as you laid back down with an exasperated sigh.

His promise that it wouldn't take long would be false, as he wouldn't return for the rest of the night.

This was ridiculous, it was as if the universe itself conspired to keep you on the edge, never allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the depth of your feelings for him.

You were so confused, aching with longing.

You needed guidance, someone to confide in who could offer an outside perspective. With a determined resolve, you made up your mind to seek counsel from an unlikely source - Liu Kang and Kung Lao.

Despite the fact that they were mischievous troublemakers themselves, they had a bond with you that ran deep. They were your closest friends, and their opinions mattered to you. Perhaps they could provide some much-needed clarity or at least lend a sympathetic ear.

The next morning, you found yourself sitting in the courtyard of the Shaolin temples, waiting for Liu and Lao to arrive. The sun was shining brightly, and the peaceful ambiance of the temple grounds brought a sense of calmness to your anxious mind. The cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, their petals falling like soft whispers of encouragement.

Before long, the two boys appeared, their faces lit up with mischievous grins as they spotted you.

"There she is! The feathered prankster herself!" Lao exclaimed, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

The two boys sat either side of you, and you greeted them with a meek smile.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at the ground for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

"I... I need to talk to you guys about something," you finally said, your voice filled with vulnerability.

The mischievous grins on their faces faded, replaced by concern and genuine curiosity.

"Of course, (Y/n). You know we're here for you," Liu reassured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Before I tell either of you anything, you gotta promise not to laugh at me," you told them, pointing a finger between them, "I already know how ridiculous this situation is, I don't need any reminders." "You have our word," Liu assured you, giving Lao a warning eye as he was known to be quite a smart-ass.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before opening up about your feelings for Fujin, the turmoil they caused within you, and your fears of rejection and losing your friendship. You spoke from the heart, baring your soul to your friends, hoping that they would understand.

As you finished sharing your innermost thoughts and feelings, a heavy silence hung in the air. The boys exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to contemplation.

Lao spoke up first, his voice laced with empathy.

"You've really got it bad, don't you?"

You nodded, unable to hide the truth any longer.

"Bad is an understatement," you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration. "I'm just so...confused. I mean, I can't even tell if he likes me or if he's just being really extra nice." "Oh, come on!" Kung Lao exasperated, "isn't it obvious?? Even we saw the way he was cosied up to you yesterday! Even if he's way out of your league."

You slapped Lao on the shoulder at his teasing, an annoyed yet somewhat amused grimace on your face which could also reflect a knowing smile.

"What happened to 'no one's good enough for you (Y/n). We'll protect you from all the yucky boys (Y/n)'," you asked him, referring to how he and Liu used to treat you when you were all kids. "Well, what am I supposed to say when a literal god is your love interest? 'No, (Y/n), I forbid you from dating an all mighty wind god! The literal deity isn't good enough for you! Now go to your room and think about what you've done'."

You all laughed at Kung Lao's little bit, revelling in the atmosphere which was lightened by his humour. Though, ever the more thought friend, Liu chimed in with a more benevolent perspective.

"I understand your concerns, (Y/n), but I've seen the way Fujin looks at you. There's a depth of emotion in his eyes that is hard to ignore," Liu Kang said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"He's right," Lao added, his mischievous grin replaced by a genuine smile. "Fujin may be a god, but that doesn't mean he's immune to love. And if anyone can capture his heart, it's you, even if you're a hand full." "Oh, I'll show you a hand full, Kung Poa," you provoked him in a playful way, pushing him over where he sat.

Lao was quick to retaliate as he got up and engaged in some light hearted roughhousing with you. While you were skilled in kombat, Lao was definitely stronger than you, and such a slow paced and unsophisticated form of kombat had you in a chokehold in mere minutes. Liu much preferred watching the two of you engaged in these childish activities, so he simply sat and watched with a sweet smile, though shaking his head.

"I rest my case," Lao grinned, ruffling your hair as you struggled to remove yourself from his armpit. "I'm not finished with you yet," you groaned, biting his arm like a rabid chihuahua.

He yelped at the feeling and let go of you, rubbing his arm.

"Hey, you little turd! That's dirty!" he exclaimed, yourself shrugging with a mischievous smirk on your face. "I didn't know we were playing by rules," you said, playing dumb. "You're gonna regret that," he declared, running at you and tackling you to the ground.

The two of you toppled over, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, Lao had his hands at your sides and was tickling you like there was no tomorrow.

You shrieked, squirming and trying to escape his grip though ultimately he had found your weak spot. You were screaming and laughing, and screaming and laughing, trying to pry his arms away from you.

"Ah!!! Ah...mercy! Mercyyyyyy!!!" you begged, your face bright red from how hard you were laughing. "Not for you!" he snickered, tickling you harder at this to which you only screamed more.

He tickled you until there were tears falling down your face. Kung Lao backed off to take you in, watching as your body twitched from the assault, and as you tried to regain your breath.

"From all this screaming, I thought someone was being mercilessly killed."

The three of you turned your heads toward the familiar voice who spoke, finding Fujin standing a few feet away from you and Lao. You had no idea how long he had been standing there, and you hoped to god he hadn't witnessed you go into sensory overload with all that tickling funny business just before.

Kung Lao held a hand out for you, and you took it, the boy pulling you up onto your feet as he habitually brushed you off a little like a parent ensuring that their child was presentable.

"Lord Fujin," Liu greeted the wind god, his words formal though his demeanour was casual, "how are you?" "I am well, Liu Kang," Fujin nodded, looking between all of you, "I assume you all are as well from the laughter." "Always," Liu smiled.

Lao nudged you,

"Go on, talk to him!" he whisper yelled, obviously trying to conceal your conversation though everyone around could easily hear. "Lao! Quit it!" you whisper yelled back, back handing his arm in a scolding way. "C'mon, he's right here, talk to him about it!"

"Oh? Talk to me about what?"

You and Lao paused your little squabble to look at Fujin again, his white brow cocked in amusement. The way he was looking at you caught you off guard, and your face flushed bright red.

"Oh, uh...it's nothing...nothing important," you spluttered, laughing nervously as you scratched the back of your neck in a sheepish way. "Nothing important my ass," Lao muttered.

You went to hit your friend again, but Fujin spoke up.

"Oh, come now, my feather," he said to you, tilting his head ever so slightly, "why don't you come walk with me? I have something I'd like to talk to you about as well."

By this point, you were all boiling and flustered, from the heat which emanated off your pretty little - though very bright red - face. You didn't say anything, you only nodded and joined him.

As you walked away, you looked back at your two friends. Liu gave you a thumbs up, while Kung Lao made a motion with his hands which simulated two people kissing. You were done with his antics, so you simply stuck your tongue out at him and continued on.

The gardens of the Shaolin temples were always a sight for sore eyes around this time of the year, as the flame trees and the cherry blossoms bloomed in unison and created a beautifully juxtaposed clash in colour as their petals fell around the two of you.

The atmosphere was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of flowers and a sense of anticipation.

As you walked side by side, you stole glances at Fujin, unsure of what to expect from this conversation. The nervousness inside you was almost palpable, but you were determined to address just what on earth was going on between the two of you.

"Fujin, I... I wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind," you began, your voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

He turned to you, his glowing eyes locking with yours. There was a softness in his gaze that put you somewhat at ease.

"I just...I want to address what...w-what..."

You stammered, lost for words as you tried to search for something, anything to say, thankful for Fujin's patient nature. You realised that there was no easy way to say any of this to him, and you figured you may as well rip the band aid off.

You stopped in front of him abruptly, shaking a little though your eyes screamed determination.

"Fujin, what am I to you?"

Fujin paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face intently. His expression softened, and he stepped closer to you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear as he twirled one around his finger. You took a moment to enjoy the closeness, revelling in his all and everything, your eyes fixated on his.

You felt him drawing nearer to you, his face only mere inches away, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face. You were frozen, stuck in place with shock, unable to react as you remained focused on his keen eyes.

"To me, my feather," he whispered, his eyes looking between your own and your lips, "you are everything. You are the soft whisper of the wind that brings calmness to my chaotic existence. You are the warmth of the sun that brightens my days. You are the strength and resilience that inspires me to fight for what is right..."

His fingers found your jawline, tracing it delicately as he brought his fingers down to your chin and drew your face upward a little. He gently brushed his thumb over your lips.

"...and most importantly, you are the beating of my eternal heart."

His eyes flickered between your own and your lips, as though he were asking permission to take a step further.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, matching the rhythm of his words. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and your mind raced with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and desire.

Without uttering a single word, you leaned in, closing the remaining distance between you. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a fusion of emotions and longing that had been building between you for so long.

You felt his hands caress either side of your waste, and your own found themselves reaching for his body as well, one grabbing his tattooed bicep and the other laced itself in his soft hair.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. Every touch, every sensation sent electric currents through your body, igniting a fire within you. It was as if the universe itself had aligned to bring the two of you together, erasing any doubts or uncertainties that once plagued your mind.

Lost in the moment, you allowed yourself to surrender to the passion that consumed you. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, expressing a language of desire and affection that words could never capture. Each kiss spoke volumes, conveying the depth of your emotions and the unspoken promises of a love yet to fully bloom.

Fujin held you close, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he never wanted to let you go. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, providing a sense of security and belonging that you had yearned for. In his arms, you felt cherished and protected, a feeling that washed away any remaining doubts and fears.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and with hearts racing, you gazed into each other's eyes. You didn't say anything - you couldn't say anything. Fujin chuckled, breathily and quietly.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Fujin admitted, light hearted and giggly though his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability.

You laughed quietly in disbelief.

"I'm dreaming...I must be," you chuckled, your brows furrowed in confusion.

Fujin shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he reached out to cup your cheek.

"I can pinch you if you'd like," he teased, "though I assure you, this is very real." "I don't know about a pinch, but..." you began, eyeing him mischievously, "...maybe another kiss might convince me?"

Fujin's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a sweet and lingering kiss.

As your lips danced together, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. The doubts and uncertainties that once clouded your mind seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence and clarity. In this moment, you realized that you had taken the first step towards a beautiful journey with Fujin, a journey filled with love, growth, and shared experiences.

Hopefully his brother wouldn't be too much of an issue...

-

I'm kinda tempted to write a part 2?? but idk, we'll see if y'all agree w me.

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HI IDK IF YOURE TAKING REQUESTS BUT I SAW UR POST ABOUT BERNARD THE ELF X READERS COULD YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH BERNARD BUT THE READER HAS AUTISM AND HE FINDS THEM LIKE CRYING OR SMTH CAUSE THEYRE OVERWHELMED AND THEN HE COMFORTS THEM MAYBE PLEASE N THANK U OK LOV U BYE

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𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓭 (Bernard the elf x autistic! reader)

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Summary: Bernard always strived to get along with his underlings, though a certain mechanics department head made that difficult for him considering they were snappy and closed off, refusing to get along with anyone though especially their head elf. However, Bernard would come to find that their intentions lye deeper than what he or anyone can perceive.

Warning/s: slight accidental ableism, lots of fluff though!

A/n: just a little disclaimer, I'm writing this story unique to my autistic experiences, since I'm sure most people are aware that every autistic person experiences it differently with similar symptoms. So this story won't be accurate to every autistic person's experiences. Also, the person who requested this story specifically asked for an enemies to lovers story so that's why reader seems rude at first.

Regardless, i hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2K

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Smiles all around, smiles for days.

It was always a sight for sore eyes walking into the factory from his office, away from the stresses of being stuck in his own mind and absorbing the contagious joy of his dear underlings. Even when he was so stressed, gazing upon his hard work never failed to put a smile on his face.

He'd stroll through the factory, checking in on everyone in their respective departments, giving a 'hello' and 'howdy' where necessary, making sure things were running smoothly, and overall completing this ritual minor maintenance with a bounce in his step.

That was until he reached the mechanics department.

He had nothing wrong with the department itself, since he had only the most talented elves put into each department and overall he was pleased with it's progress.

It was the elf he'd assigned at the head of that department who posed a personal issue.

(Y/n) (L/n), head of the mechanics department. They're an elf about his age, extremely talented in their area of work. They were efficient, fast working, and always produced top notch items when it came to little robotic toys and what not.

It was just their attitude that Bernard didn't like.

But he always did try to be polite.

"Hey (Y/n)! How's the work coming along?"

His greeting was met with silence. This wasn't unexpected though, they were much less likely to respond when they were working on something, as at that moment they had a little robotic chicken in their hand that they were tweaking.

"(Y/n)?" he'd ask a little louder, though still to no response.

He decided to move in a little closer to their desk, and speak louder.

"(Y/n)!-"

"Get out of my space, I can hear you!"

Ah, there it was.

"Well, (Y/n), usually when someone greets you, you acknowledge them," Bernard replied snarkily, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're insufferable, Bernard," (Y/n) scoffed, shaking their head as they refused to look up at him. "I'm just trying to be polite!" he exasperated, offended that they'd say that to him of all people. "Yeah, well you're doing it wrong," they uttered sharply, followed by a click of their tongue as well as a short whistle.

He didn't know why they did that - clicking their tongue or making a popping sound with their lips followed by a short whistle. It was a strange quirk in their character, but it was quite distinguishing and unique. He didn't ask though, it wasn't his place.

"Alright, fine, whatever, sorry," he huffed, taking a step back from their desk, "just make sure you meet you quota by the end of the week." "I always do," they assured him, and he simply huffed again and stomped away, his mood now bitter for the rest of the day.

Even after these confrontations, he tried to reset himself each day, hoping one after the other that he'd figure out just what their problem was.

Nevertheless, his attempts at any sort of help were in vain.

It was in the next few days when he had seem them walking amongst the crowded walkways of the factory, their head down as all they seemed focused on doing was getting by. He couldn't exactly read their face, since it always seemed blank, but he figured it was worth a shot to try and talk to them.

"Hey (Y/n)-"

As he greeted the elf, they seemed to be startled at this sudden communication, jumping back and tripping over a toy which had been laying on the floor - not uncommon for this section of the department, where all the action figures are made.

They looked stunned, so Bernard knelt down and tried to help them up.

"Uh-are you okay?" he asked, grabbing their arm.

The second he touched them, they ripped their arm away from his grip, shuffling away from him.

"Don't touch me," they snarled, quickly getting up off of the floor and rushing the opposite way.

He just didn't get it. All he was doing was trying to help.

Perhaps they were a lost cause. Perhaps they didn't want to get along with anyone.

So, eventually, he just stopped trying.

Every time he saw them, it just made him mad. He was so very bitter to them, and did anything he could to avoid. Realistically, he wasn't mad at them - not at all.

He was hurt, because he really liked them.

So, to remove this pain, he'd feign anger.

This would have dire consequences in his future.

It was a few weeks later when Bernard would find himself unable to absorb the sweet spirit of his factory. This week, he was grumpier than usual. He was not happy, and everyone was about to know about it.

This mood was the consequence of a minor inconvenience - a mistake in his statistics that he mailed off to the higher ups which would cost him more time than he could afford. Yes, this mistake was his fault, but he was too upset to care about how taking it out on others would affect them.

With everyone else, he wasn't too bad. Just a few snarky comments here and there and a little bit of grumbling and groaning.

He was saving hell for (Y/n).

As he stomped up to their desk in the mechanics department, he called their name like usual.

"(Y/n)," he growled, to which he got no response.

This time, he didn't repeat himself as usual. Instead, he slammed his fist against the desk, and they looked up, startled, afraid, and cradling their fragile work in their hands.

"I'm not in the mood for your silly little games, (Y/n)," he growled, towering over them from his place on the other side of their desk, "when I call your name, you respond!"

In his rage he couldn't see the fear in their eyes, he couldn't see the way their body trembled, the way they were trying to maintain their composure though it was slipping away by the second. They couldn't speak, and this only made him madder.

"What did I do to you?? Why do act like this around me??" he asked, his voice trembling with rage, "all I've ever done is be nice to you and you can't even muster a simple hello?"

Everyone around them was staring. Everyone.

(Y/n) felt like they were suffocating, like they couldn't breathe, like their whole world around them was crumbling.

So, they did all they could think of doing. They got up, and removed themselves from the situation.

Bernard was stunned by their silent exit, not noticing until after they left that everyone around them was also silent and watching everything unfold.

The head elf flinched when he felt a hand come to his shoulder, spinning around only to see that it was his second in command, Curtis. He looked a little disappointed.

"Bernard, that was really uncalled for," Curtis said, his voice echoing in the silent factory, "I really think you should apologise to them."

Bernard felt himself gradually cooling down, though he wasn't ready to admit that he was in the wrong in this situation. After all, he wouldn't of snapped had they been polite to him, right?

With a huff, he stomped back off toward his office, hollering a brief 'get back to work' as he retreated to his hidey hole.

However, on his way, he was caught off guard by the echoing whimpers which lured him from nearby. Even in his sour mood, he wasn't one to ignore sorrowful cries.

It wasn't difficult to track the sound to the end of a long hallway, in a tiny, dark, cramped janitors closet.

On the floor, was (Y/n). They were curled up and crying, and all of a sudden Bernard felt his world flip upside down.

Perhaps he wasn't being polite correctly, as (Y/n) said.

"Oh, (Y/n)," he whispered, his aspect softening as he crouched down on the ground and got a little closer to them, "I'm sorry...I shouldn't of yelled at you like that, I didn't mean it-" "No, Bernard, you don't get it," (Y/n) sobbed, sniffling and hiccupping through all their tears as they shook their head and curled up tighter, "you d-don't get it." "Hey, hey. It's okay, I see you, (Y/n)," Bernard assured the elf, though they were quick to snap back. "No, you don't understand!" They snapped, their demeanour angry though in their eyes Bernard could see nothing but despair.

Bernard leaned back a moment - he didn't want to smother them, and he didn't want to pretend that he understood what they were trying to say to him. He'd already done enough of that.

"You’re looking at me, but you’re not seeing me. Do you know how that feels?" (Y/n) cried, shuddering in their own anxieties as they pleaded, "Just see me. Please."

In all of their beseeching, Bernard took a moment to simply take them in. Outwardly, they seemed to off standish, so harsh and cold like they didn't want to get along with anyone. Though, perhaps he was reading into it the wrong way. Perhaps they couldn't get along with anyone.

Like their brain was wired differently.

"...are you...?" Bernard began to ask the question, but he had no idea how to go about it. He didn't want to harm them any further.

They nodded, and sighed a shaky breath.

"...I'm autistic. I know it seems like I don't wanna try and get by in this environment," (Y/n) began, the tears in their eyes topping up once again and spilling back over, "...the truth is, all my energy is just going toward coping without having a meltdown."

Just like that, every interaction Bernard had had with (Y/n) had began to make so much more sense.

Every time they snapped at him when he touched them, was simply because they didn't like it. Every time he tried to talk to them and they looked at him without saying a word, they were likely mute or unable to speak.

And now...with the fast paced environment and his yelling, he likely overstimulated them into meltdown.

"Oh, (Y/n), I'm so sorry," he apologised, his shoulders sagging in guilt, "I must've come off way too strong, I should've given you more space and time and patience."

They sniffled again and shook their head, trying to wipe their tears away.

"N-no, it's okay...it's not your fault," they snivelled, trembling out of instinct, "you didn't know." "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He asked this, but they didn't respond. He wasn't angry this time, he understood now.

"Can I touch your hand?"

They looked over at him, reluctance and caution in their eyes as they were still afraid of being yelled at. They knew he was sorry, but even so fear was evident.

Though, when they locked eyes with their head elf, they couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of genuinity. I daresay, they even saw safety in those big chocolate eyes of his.

Hesitantly, they nodded, loosening their grip around themselves as they relaxed their muscles and all. Bernard took this as his green light, and slowly he'd reach over and touch their hand.

His touch was soothing, and something about it made them wish they hadn't denied it, or him, in the first place.

In a sudden swift movement, (Y/n) threw themselves at Bernard, into his body, wrapping their arms around his lanky body. At first, he was taken a back, considering the kind of relationship they'd just had beforehand. However, he finally felt at peace knowing that it wasn't really a personal issue, and that they could talk about it, and he returned their embrace.

(Y/n)'s sudden need for affection would attribute to this first acceptance. They didn't know what would become of them had they told anyone this, afraid that they would be shunned or bullied like in the past. But this time it was different.

They had found their favourite person.

"No one is meant to be all alone. That’s not how humans are built. You don’t need to do all this on your own. I'll be here for you from here on out, okay?"

"...okay."

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