#erron black x reader insert

[danddymaro]

Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 6

My perception of time has been awful. Fortunately, I believe I'm finally dragging myself out of that dark hole. 

 It’s been a while, huh?

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count: 6505

A touch of Mercy 

"I hope you never find her," the dark-haired woman breathed, her voice which, until then, had been monotonous, retained just a touch of wish that had only then reemerged within her.

Though, At first, she was surprised at her own words, at the boldness that had made them escape, but as she recognized the valor, she didn't bite them down.

The very will festered in her and came out uncontained as she finally looked up to the man.  

Her body was even shaking with the raw emotion she felt, and she hardly did anything to hide it.

The feeling felt foreign by then, after living so long without the ray of light.  Yet, she accepted the new glimmer, wanting to believe that such a feeling existed only because it was meant to be.

Without a step missed the other woman would be on her way to escape the evil clutches of the man before her, and by extension their tyrant emperor.

-That’s what her heart told her.

She didn’t know if Shao Kahn had anything to do with Erron Black’s job at that moment, but she could only imagine.

-Nothing good ever came form that man. 

 "I pray upon the elder gods that she escapes you, " she then added, the tremor in her body fierce as she referenced the very being's she'd long thought had abandoned her. 

'I will pray for her flight,' she thought with true faith moving her beating heart, the blood in her veins rushing and burning hot with anticipation as she declared her newfound dedication.

He made a low sound, something to let her know that he acknowledged her, but dismissed her all the same. 

She was certain his intention was to mock her, yet,  from the way he turned from her and had eyed her even before then, she could note the irritation he swallowed down. 

it was evident by the way his lips pursed that her words bothered him to some degree. 

He couldn't hide his annoyance, and she was pleased to know that she'd made his arrogant smirk languish until it died out and fell into a bitter scowl.

It was a victory, albeit a small one, but one she rejoiced nonetheless.

" - We'll be back soon," he said lowly, all with a certainty of his own, the sureness in his tone making her lips press together thinly. 

 Her breath even stilled for just a moment, because there was a gleam in his eyes that unsettled her. 

Excitement swam in the dark pools, challenge too, and the woman could only hope he could never reach his prey.

She could only hope he'd return with bitter defeat.

Silently, she watched as he left, trailing behind the young woman with the pretty, starry eyes. 

- That same one that had made her feel inexplicably warm upon first glance, and had for whatever reason inspired something so abundantly strange.

Something in her chest had blossomed upon that moment, something that made her want to have faith again, to smile yet again.

'Hope, in this realm of mine...Is it possible?' She questioned herself, having known only the hardships of war and tyranny that her land had succumbed to.

It was hard not to recall her every loss, though somewhere in there, she also remembered something else.  

For a moment she recalled the tender youth she used to be so many years ago.

‘Perhaps that’s why she grabs my attention so much,’ she proceeded with consideration.

"It's been so long..." she then murmured with a touch of a smile, the small lift graceful.

"It's been so long since a prayer of mine has been responded to," she added with a soft amusement, the twinkle in her black eyes existing as a stray drop traveled down her face, falling onto the ground.

She's only thought to do so in her helplessness, as a way to sedate the need to gravitate closer to the other woman. 

-Because it was all she could have truly done in her cowardice.

“So long since I'd turned my back on my former beliefs,” she added.

Her lukewarm chuckle was the only sound left in the room as her long, slim fingers moved down her face to delicately wipe the escaped sorrow before she continued with her duties with a rather noticeable smile adorning her.

As she then trailed her eyes down to see where her tears had fled, she then  paused. 

Little petals were scattered over the ground, making her shake her head as she reached for the three little specs on the ground, 

“Ah..” she breathed,  "of course...This room could use some color..." she then mused as she straightened out and looked over the muted setting she stood in. 

  All the while, (f/n) had fled, tirelessly aimed at a direction she didn't know where it would lead to. 

Along the way she'd run past the people of the village, most of which were unperturbed by her, unbothered at the sight of a frantic, fleeting woman. 

She was ignored, even if she desperately begged for help. 

Large tears bubbled in her eyes, distress sweated through every fiber of her being, and yet no one seemed to mind. 

In truth, it seemed that rather than lure attention, she’d been surrounded by a repellent, alienating her further. 

‘Don’t they see me?’ she wondered with worry as she reached out to the person closest to her.

Her shaking hand soon clutched the fabric of a traveling woman's long sleeve, her grasp filled with a silken material of who she would hope would be her savior.

She tried to speak, but before she could let out a word, the woman jutted her shoulder forward, callously forcing the cloth out of (f/n)'s grasp.

And she offered crucial words of advise, advice that would lead the fleeting woman to come to the conclusion that the town they'd stopped at was one catered to ill trade and services. 

 “ - Unless you have payment... then there will be no services offered to you," The strange woman remarked while she carefully dusted herself off where she’d been touched as she eyed (f/n) with an objective side glance.

“Naïve girl...” she then added with a disapproving tut, “ Here...No kindness is offered without the promise of riches,” She said before continuing down the road.

- She wouldn’t waste time on anything that didn’t benefit her and she wasn’t ashamed to let it be known.

'Mercenaries...' (f/n) inwardly mused, eyeing the displayed weapons most carried.

- could it be?

Familiar emblems also greeted her as she scouted, and when she recognized a  common symbol amongst many of the population, her breathing paused.

In her panicked state, she hadn't really taken the time to look around before, but now that she had, she was left stunned. 

'The Black dragon...' She notes with disbelief, her teeth gritting.

'Of course, He stopped here because it was in his best interest,' she noted, convinced he had links to the wicked organization himself.

'A man like that...It wouldn't be a surprise!'  she added before realizing something else : 

“That’s why...” she huffed. 

“Nothing that man says holds any value,” she detested.

 ' He's toying with me again...because I'd never have a chance to run off  if we're surrounded by his allies, ' she thinks before she momentarily pauses, swallowing hard as she feels the eerie sense of being watched. 

And it's a feeling she dreads now that she realizes she's surrounded by what could potentially be her enemy's organization. 

Concerned, she skims her eye to what lies before her, trying to pretend oblivious until she finds the source, but, ultimately, she finds nothing. 

She only sees more vendors and travelers, none of which seem any more suspicious than the next person.

None strike her as the watcher; none look her way. 

"could I be imagining it?" she asks herself in a short whisper before slowly easing, the tension in her shoulders melting.

‘I have to be,’ she idly thinks as she stands there, the high rise of her eyebrows falling too.

“Yeah,” she breaths as she cranes her head back, looking up at the sky. 

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling away completely. It was like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch. 

That was before she looked over her shoulder and found a lonesome man.

He doesn't look trustworthy himself, especially with that menacing mask he wears, and that covers his entire face. 

There are blades strapped over his long, sage-colored coat, crossing behind his back and rising high above his shoulders for an easy overhead reach.

 For a moment it’s all she can stare at ;  the weapons themselves before she brings her focus to the entirety of the man again. 

He stands far away, near a fully hooded vendor that offers gleaming finds which sparkle generously beneath the lighting.

The vendor soon tries to catch the gazing man's attention too, though, gets no result as he refuses to look away from the young woman’s direction, an unnerving detail she notices. 

After another, more persistence attempt, the masked man shuts down any more interaction with the seller by lazily  picking up one of his hands in a shooing motion.

The dismissive wave is languid, but effective. 

‘It’s a coincidence’ she tried to tell herself, hoping it’s only her nerves that have gotten the best of her, and that the man only looks her way out of chance. 

It’s possible, right? 

‘That has to be it,’ she further goes as she swallows down thickly.

‘It has to,’ she persists while then tearing her sight away, looking down at the ground instead as she tries to calm her racing heart.

However, even with all the self reassurances,  something further deep within tells her otherwise. Red flags of caution raise, and she can feel herself grow more concerned.

Slowly, she peers back at him again, cold sweat falling down her brow as she keeps contact with him, her heart tightly constricting the entire time she commits  to the act.

As she continues to observe him, slowly, his head lightly tilts to the side, and beneath the metal mask, his right eyebrow rises in peaked curiosity. 

Though, he holds no malice as hidden to her, he smiles, subtly.

His interest is doubled as she holds her ground by fully turning to him and staring him down. 

It’s a feat he commends given how distraught she seemed in the beginning.

Gradually, his arms pick up, crossing over his chest as he waits for her next move.

- After all he had the time.

He wasn't one to ever waste time by stopping and smelling the roses, but on that particular day, he'd been inclined to. 

Something drew him closer to the realm, like a gentle pull, which was strange considering his usual routine.  

It’s not that he wasn’t fond of the land, but he preferred being home instead.

  Usually, he'd already left the village after a trade, but this time, there was something different.

' I come here...And then I find this,' he huffed. 

"Which is odd..." he breathed as his eyes focused on the item held in her little hand.

-There was no mistake, he recognized it. 

 “No such thing as a coincidence,” he added after being certain. "He's somewhere around here..." He lowly murmurs, recognizing his brethren's arms.

After all,  Kano's made enough fuss about them before when selling them to the guy. 

' I wonder...' he mused before he spared one last, long glance at the woman, admiring her, though, still  not understanding what it was that had him so willing to stay. 

However, his nature pulled him away, and he cut the moment short, finally deciding to leave her to her own luck.

“ - None of my business,” he reminded himself, " Not my job...anymore,” he added in a spiteful mutter.

After all, what good ever came from sticking out your neck without something in return?

She performed an extended blink, and after that single action, he was gone. 

After that short moment all she found as proof of his presence was the small whirlwind of land he's left floating behind. 

Dirt accumulates above the ground, lifted by a quick spin of air that becomes nothing in a matter of seconds.

 She takes a step back in disbelief, in utter confusion as she turns her entire body in every direction she can while in search of the strange man, but in the end, she finds nothing that proves he was once there. 

The gun clutched within her right hand fell into a tighter grip as her chest heavily rose, 

"Was I..." She didn't know what to think, though forcing herself to move forward, not willing to spend more time with anything that wasn't drawing distance from the stop.

"I have to keep moving..." she said with a hard exhale, tearing her eyes away from the spot and continuing towards the same path as before.  

No one else offered her a spare glance, and perhaps that was how she so easily ended up where she was; Lost.

- So terribly lost.

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She’d lasted an entire day moving, living off of what little trade the item she’d carried her had gotten. 

She tried hard not to think about how the vendor had completely ignored her at first before she pleaded, offering anything they wanted in exchange for help as she pulled out the only thing she knew had value- 

‘Perhaps this isn’t the smartest move...’ she started as she stared down at the lovely engravement of the weapon while she chose to sacrifice it. 

‘I don’t even know how much it’s truly worth...If this vendor isn’t taking advantage of my lack of knowledge,’ she mused, feeling just a touch guilty when she remembered how much the man she’d traveled with had cared for them. 

He’d spent so much time cleaning it, she couldn’t imagine otherwise.

That gentle smile he’d worn came to mind, and she unwillingly had a touch of remorse, though, it was a fleeting feeling as everything else she felt for him came forth. 

-Everything ugly.

‘Lets see,’ she added with consideration. 

‘It’s gotten me enough for a canteen … this miserable blade and dried food.’ She thought with lightheartedness as she stared down at what was being offered to her. The little satchel  that would hold her consumables was also there, and she wondered if it was truly a fair trade.

‘it should be enough...though I wish I could have gotten myself a creature to travel with...’ she added with disappointment that very quickly diminished as she thought of how impractical it was.

‘Of course.. then I wouldn't be able to feed us both, and there’s no need to sacrifice one of you,’ she mused as she offered a side glance to one of the steeds there, one that reminded her plenty of  the one she’d traveled with.

It’s front legs had the same patches, forcing a gentle smile out of her.

She wondered how the creature fared, even if it hasn't been that long since she last saw him.

“ - So...What do you say miss?”  the elder woman said with narrowed eyes, and before her new customer could ask anything more, be it more time to think , or,  even directions to where to head, she caught sight of the man that was tracking her down.

He moved with the same arrogance she despised, his every step certain, and she cursed his luck for it somehow leading him directly towards her already.

Past the many travelers, she spotted him, forcing her to slam down the payment before stuffing everything in the bag, fleeting.  

Without any guidance she soon treaded upon strange land, unaware of what would come as the second nightfall rolled by.

"still no signs of anything...” she said softly, concerned.

After an entire day and a half of traveling she'd yet to find any signs of life. 

Silence surrounded her, an unnerving factor that had her looking up at the darkening sky to find a lack of traveling creatures.

Again, she’d find herself sleeping alone, shaking as she curled herself close to whatever she could find.

At least she’d paid attention to the few times the dark eyed man had created a fire.

It offered her some comfort, though, very little. 

“Even the land is dead,” she added with a little bite to her lower lip, noticing the lack of vegetation, it’d been that way for quite a bit.

Her eyes then skimmed around the hellish land, unease in her heart, settling after the surge of adrenaline that had originally fueled her began to soon exhaust. 

Little chirps of small creatures were unheard of, and if it weren’t worrisome enough, she soon encountered a large, rotten carcass that was mutilated beyond recondition, sending her into a fit of cold shivers.

  "This place is desolate," She said below her breath, and before she knew it, her steps inched back, slowly retracting and going over the previous ones she'd left on the sandy floor.

It was only by the fifth that she stopped entirely.

 Quickly, a sickening feeling turned over her stomach when she managed to capture the grand sight of the wasteland before her.

'Oh no...' She thought to herself with horror that fell upon her.

The fluttering hope in her chest that kept her heart from sinking stopped all at once at the sudden realization.

 'Have...have I gone so far?' She asked herself, knowing of only one place that could fit the ghastly description of the land she had stepped upon. 

‘How could I ?…how did I not notice sooner?’

- Even those of other realms who traveled between the worlds knew well enough to step away from the land.

"But how?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she whipped around, her question answered quickly.

 'everything looks the same,' She thought to herself with helplessness as she felt the world spin. It was getting harder and harder to see farther than a few feet, the lack of light giving her a massive disadvantage.

Gusts of wind visited frequently, erasing the tracks she left behind, leaving her without any concrete trail to fall back on.

Nothing seemed to be in her favor.

 'And it'll be soon... They'll come to me soon,' She thought to herself with anguish. 

'And if they don't find me... I'm sure to die alone,' She thought with dismay. 

"either way...I'll be consumed," she said with horror.

"If it's not the creatures themselves... then the land will take me," she dreaded as she wrapped her arms around herself, the solo embrace serving no comfort.

"I stand no chance," she sneered, a spiteful glare shot down at the sands.

She then remembered how much food and water she had left, which was only about another day or two if she continued to rest sparsely.

'it's not fair...' she inwardly sneered as her knees felt weak.

The Tarkata roamed the wastelands, finding a home within the ghoulish waste, outcast from the rest of the outworlders as the brutish, cannibalistic creatures they were. 

-And she had just so happened to step upon their territory for who knows how long of a distance.

Even while unknowingly treading upon it, she doubted that factor mattered to them. 

From what she'd heard...to them a meal was a meal.

'They'll find me...' She started, ' And they'll tear me apart,' She told herself.

She'd only ever seen them from afar and at their most gruesome because as pawns of Shao Kahn, they stood at his side, prideful in every one of their sharp edges, presenting them at every opportunity they could, seemingly enjoying the fear they instilled in others.

She was familiar with them, many of her people where even if they’d never come face to face with one.

After all, they had a certain reputation.

 'They'll eat my alive bit by bit!' She then continued, unable to imagine how they would consume her. 

Yet her skin itched, attacked by invisible pinpricks that would soon become razor-sharp teeth.

'In the end... I'll meet a fate worse than death, ' She thought to herself, fearing the bloodbath that would occur.

 'I'll be devoured whole!' She went on, her angered tears falling onto the sand, the little specs created between her feet.

A short grunt of strain was forced out between her teeth as her hands fisted the grainy ground with frustration. 

Little debris dug into her nails and they pushed back into the flesh with discomfort, but none of it was even close to the distress of her heart.

"This can't be it," she told herself. "I finally find myself free, and it's to be in the clutches of another monster," she says with spite, her voice low and dour.

If such a fiend were to take a bite of her heart they would taste nothing but bitter as it was slowly consumed by the sourness that had begun to flood her. 

And it was her only solace, that they'd detest every morsel.

Her eyes soon came to a close, and she took a long breath through her nostrils, collecting her thoughts.

"Somehow...” she started as she picked up her head, looking beyond. 

“ Somehow,  I have to trace back, " she then went on, hoping that simply taking a hundred steps back would bring her to a safe zone.

She was ready to move, however, past the silence of the land was another sound, one that perked her ears. 

It was faint at first, the whimpers soon growing with the more she focused.

Desperate snivels caught her attention, forcing the (h/c) haired woman into a sudden halt. 

It was proceeded by a large swallow of breath that nearly choked her with how quickly it'd been downed as she realized she was accompanied in her misery.

Her widened eyes skimmed around, wanting to know what creature had released those despairing sounds. Somehow, they'd sounded much more desperate than her, and she was curious as to who else had the misfortune to find themselves so utterly helpless. 

‘Someone’s run the same luck I have...’ She bitterly mused, her sights set to where she assumed the sound came from.

'But Who..?' she started, slowly going towards the sound. 

She did so slowly, each of her steps languid as she listened to the muffled sound with perked ears. 

She walked for only a short minute before she found herself rounding a large, sharpened stone, soon catching sight of the sniveling being.

Her heart halted as she came in visual contact with the creature that cried so softly and miserably, and who just so happened to be of the terrorizing ones she was dreading.

(f/n) shivered, trembling under not just the sudden chilliness that had been cast over the land, but also by the very luck she had. 

miserable; just miserable.

'I should run...' she thought to herself as she swallowed hard, her hand quickly reaching for the blade she'd strapped on the sash she wore at her waist.

It was only a precaution as she also steadied her footing to sprint away too.

As for the other creature, upon realizing she’d been found, her slumped body jolted upright with a low hiss of pain escaping her. 

Her glowing amber eyes also flew wide open, fear evident in them as she gazed at her before they flew off to the side, beyond where there could only be darkness to greet her before her attention shot back to (f/n).

At the sudden movement, instinctively, (f/n)’s  knees lightly bent as she was ready to bolt.

'I should....run...' she added as the reaching hand's energy died out, making it fall back to her side lifelessly as she continued to watch the other being whilst she curled further against the stone, injured. 

She seemed to have no other option than to somehow press herself tightly against the piece of land with pathetic, little whimpers as she looked to (f/n). 

‘ I have to ... run,' the lost female thought again as she settled into the wasteland.

She cautiously approached the Tarkatan woman further, each of her steps being executed warily, the hesitance she displayed done as a way to show her harmlessness to the other female as well as keep herself safe.

A moment of sanity struck her as she came before the Tarkatan, questioning her own motives, as well as her actions themselves. 

'Run...' a feeble voice whispered with dread laced through the single order, but it was ignored.

She faintly recalled the dread she’d felt before, the utter bitterness at the thought of being handled by their kind before a different feeling overpowered that fear.

‘I would have never thought..’ she inwardly mused, feeling a touch guilty for how she’d dammed them all. 

Now that she faced a defenseless one, something in her felt soft.

'Poor thing,’ She thought while eying her, certain that cowering nature was not common amongst their kind. 

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have the reputation they did.

‘If I could hurt you I wouldn't be shaking so much,' she inwardly mused instead, the cold sweat that dotted her forehead slowly falling as her lips curved up into a shaky smile. 

Meanwhile, she was hoping there would be a quick understanding that she meant no harm, because she truly didn’t.

how could she?

"I won't hurt you," she started off, not knowing if she was understood, which was responded to by a deep glare that yet again shifted to the side, as though she searched for more, perhaps her people. 

 ‘They don’t usually move lone,’ (f/n) realized, wondering what happened.

They had their own language too, and (f/n) wasn’t sure if this particular one had learned another beside the one native to her.

(f/n)’s arm was soon outstretched, reaching as far as she could, her hand tentatively offered during the moment, hoping it wasn’t bit off for the attempt.

"Hey..." She  breathed, the single spoken utter shaky.

"I want to help you," She assured the creature, all while drawing closer to the cowering being with steps that while shuffled and uncertain, didn’t cease.

'Strange...Are they all this small?' the woman wondered while realizing the female before her was much tinier than the imposing size of her male counterparts, which did serve her some comfort.

She’d also seen their female warriors too, but even then this particular Tarkatan seemed much less fearsome with her lithe form.

- As even from afar they were typically monstrous. 

She seemed that way, but perhaps her eyes were playing tricks with her, immediately lured by her shriveled state.

 Granted, she was still a terrifying sight with her fierce markings and sharp edges that served as teeth, yet with the cowering nature, she seemed even smaller and somehow sweeter.

'I didn't know they could look this helpless,' (f/n) mused, finding the sight somewhat endearing, the flicker of warmth gracing her heart easing some of the anxiety she felt. 

‘I didn’t ever think I'd ever see one as pitiful either, ‘ she then added while gazing at the blood-soaked ground with pursed lips.

The sight was not pretty, nor was it pleasing in any way when she thought of how each injury was gained.

‘She dragged herself here...’ (f/n) determined, feeling even more inclined to offer her aid.

‘You’re a survivor,’

‘But for how long have you been...?’ she wondered, seeing the torn tendons on her ankles, both viscously sliced through with a blade, making sure her legs were only dead weight to be dragged.

‘How cruel, whoever had done this has done so to watch her suffer,’ she deduced.

Otherwise, it made no sense.

“You know,” (f/n) started, "I've always been strange," the woman then mused while gently closing the space between her and the other female, leaving her almost knelt before the Tarkatan woman.

Meanwhile, Her (e/c) colored eyes softened, her expression melting so much that the traces of wariness she had felt evaporated from her very being.

She even felt lighter.

 " I have always been like this..." she mused with an outstretched hand, her empty palm still presented.

“From what I recall from my time in this life...” she said while not mentioning her dreams which she knew were somehow a part of her past.

"I think it's love...even if I've never known it... I’d like to think it is because of how lovely it feels,” she spoke, true awe in her tone.

“ Or, perhaps it's mercy," she said without truly understanding, not sure of much anymore. Ever since she’d been taken from her home there were a lot of things she hadn’t quite understood and questioned.

"What I'm getting at is that something makes me capable of saving you... of wanting to save you," she said with a bemused chuckle.

" So, don't be alarmed," she said with a gentle touch to her tone, "I just want to help you," she assured the female yet again.

'I remember what it's like to be held by you...without remembering your face... your voice... your very presence... that same feeling is familiar when I want to touch life.

-When I want to bring warmth.

And now more than ever.. it’s like a calling.

After recognizing you and knowing you more,

it’s like what I imagine you felt looking down at me so long ago. 

- before your love dried out.

-before you cast me away. '

And something clicked in her,

‘Of course... this must be that virtue you graced me with,’ 

 "Will you let me help you?" She asked before fully reaching out and leaping past the final space between them.

  Contemplation whirled in the other being's face, though understanding soon  formed on her features.

 her glowing eyes that were wide before shut once into a tight grimace as she accepted whatever fate that was to come.

Having no other choice, A fierce nod was preformed, pleasing (f/n).

With a soft smile, She then nodded back . 

"I understand," she breathed before she found herself at true ease before the Tarkatan woman. 

Both of her knees fell to the ground as she took a seat, feeling strangely certain of safety.

"I hope I do...”  she voiced before  a hand fell over the other’s shoulder to ease her onto her spare arm. 

Grimacing, the Tarkatan fell back into the hold with struggle before being let down gently.

‘Her body is warm like mine...why is that so strange to believe?’

"Let my mercy wash over you ," (f/n) breathed in a soft hush.

A small vine emerged from a pale, open palm, the color green dancing up before the child's eyes. 

Green then sprouted White, and the little closed blossom beneath her nose opened, the sweet fragrance of it greeting her as the fresh petals waved at her kindly.

 (e/c) colored eyes were wide with wonder, and a soft chuckle fell to her ears.

"Lovely, isn't it?" her mother said with tenderness, her eyes cast down to her child as she continued to watch the blossom, entranced.

"Hmm..." she didn't speak, instead, responding in an eager nod before she looked up to her mother, her eyes sparkling.

Her eyes danced with more than just amusement, something that Cetrion noted.

" You look to me with such wonder..." the elder mused with a soft chuckle. 

 "But for now close your eyes instead," Her mother said while gently brushing her fingers down the child's face. 

Along the way the gently traveling pads brushed down her offspring's eyelids, shutting the wonderous gaze.

"Now," she hummed.

"What brings life to this world?" she questioned her child, her voice soft, always comforting. 

 "- What creates?" she asked with a voice so satiny and low, it was almost like a lullaby.

(f/n)'s small mouth moved to speak, but was stopped by a sole finger that pressed itself to her lips.

"Ah..." her mother said while smiling, amused by her young one's eagerness.

"no words.." she breathed. 

“Because there’s no one true answer, no one true feeling. Only this,” she advised.

"it comes from here," she started, while a finger pressed over her heart, before both of her hands fell to her shoulders.

They then traveled down until they reached her hands, and for just a moment they rested on her wrists, her thumbs brushing over the collection of veins that lay under her child's delicate flesh.

 "And then," she proceeded as she let her fingers graze over her open palms, "It emerges from here," she said with certainty, watching as very slowly, magic emerged from the child's hands.

It was nearly identical to her own light, and she stepped back with a smile, watching the flowing of light bask her precious young one.

The sight of such small hands in hers was truly a feeling like no other, and like the doting parent she was, she stepped back with a hand to her chest, proud.

"You are my child for certain," The god said with pride, a vanity that was seemingly unwashable.

Silently she fell to her knees, her ethereal face before the child as she spoke, 

"My darling fruit so sweet and tender..." she murmured. 

And like so many times before, it seemed as though she wasn't truly speaking to (f/n), even if she did address her. 

She realized her mother was strange at times, though, It never made her cower.

Because she could never quite read through the lines.

Her innocence still existed, obscuring those very lines.

 "- grasping to your mother's branch, " the goddess said with a touch of pride still present, and it made the little girl's face burn with humble bashfulness.

"You can create," she told the little girl, reminding her again.

Though this time, at the display of power she was certain. At the showcase of natural talent, there was no doubt, 

"- And You can also destroy," she let her know, letting her know the balance that she should uphold.

"This world," she says while over open hand, a little sphere takes shape. 

It's decorated by greenery and aqua alike, just like the earth itself, replicated into her very hand.

It was no illusion, no trickery of the eye, but rather a show of her great power; to create an entire planet within her palm, and she let her child see.

- All on a whim.

"It is yours," she breathed before crushing it, just as easily destroying it and turning it into nothing yet again, all with a smile.

Glowing eyes that held entire galaxies watched, entranced.

The familiar voice of her mother was a distant memory that emerged, offering her some comfort as she praised her, 

- "You can create." 

'I've only ever done this in my garden,' (f/n) thought while running her palms over the female's bloodied leg. 

'I think...' She added with uncertainty, no longer certain to what is in her past.

If what she’d seen were her true memories, then this was nothing in comparison.

She also knew browning leaves were nothing close to flesh, yet she was still willing to try.

She eyed the long jagged gash with benevolence the creature had never quite understood and would have studied more if the glowing brilliance that danced over her flesh didn't steal her attention more.

It felt warm, like a ray of sunshine, a comfort she hadn’t known could come from someone else, especially not one outside her kind.

The abused flesh was mended before the gentle pads of dancing fingertips traveled over the length, giving it a final inspection of how tender it was before they  moved onto the various carving over her exposed abdomen.

Multiple lines of different depths were carved over her midsection, each jagged and rough.

'What a mess they made of you...' (f/n) noted, her eyebrows furrowed as she trailed each one with a sorrowed gaze.

In disbelief, the outland creature soon scampered up, testing her new health with the movement. 

A grand smile expressed her great joy before she found herself gazing at (f/n) again, though lacking the initial startle and caution.

 Her enthusiasm very quickly settled as she acknowledged the person who'd made it possible. 

She knew humility, as well as loyalty and recognized the gesture of peace.

The female then hovered over (F/n), soon standing at her full height, making (F/n) realize the true difference between them, which was a whole two heads taller.

'I guess they're not so small,' she thought with a small hitch to her breath before she stood too, silently eyeing the other female, showing no fear.

Perhaps a hint of an unsettled air surrounded her, but her posture didn’t shift, nor did her stern face that showed she was ready for anything that came.

‘ I knew the risk, and yet I acted.’ She reminded herself.

 ‘so now I ask myself ; Would you be kind and show me the same mercy?’ (f/n) idly wondered in anticipation.

‘If your nature is truly that of a beast... then will you at the very least offer me a kinder end?’ She added, hoping that even the most gruesome outcome will be touched by leniency. 

After no initial movement, quietly, (f/n) reached out and was grateful to find compliance at her bold act. 

Silently, her index and middle finger followed the line of crimson that oozed down the larger being's sharp cheek. 

'You are no warrior...' (f/n) thought with sympathy, the blood that caked over the painted marking she wore soon coating her fingers. 

‘I know that much.’ 

'You were nothing more than an easy hunt... for someone intending more harm than glory.

And this was no act of survival on their part.

There was no virtue here; 

 hunting the defenseless.' 

She could accept anyone wanting to survive, slaughtering one of her kind as a form of defense. 

-But she could not justify harming a creature that posed no threat, such as the one before her, especially not on her territory.

conflicting feelings on her mere existence surged, though they equalized as she mused, 

‘If I want to be accepted as I am, how can I judge a creature who is born differently? who cannot fight against it’s own nature?’

Tenderly,  (f/n)'s touch eased before her hand fell to her side and she presented the other woman with a small, halfhearted smile.

After a short moment of peace, a raspy huff left the Tarkatan before she jumped back. 

Though, rather than flee, she stared the kind woman down before her hand reached over her chest and roughly tugged at a dangling accessory she wore, tearing the string that had it properly positioned.

She then stretched her arm out to (f/n), stunning her.

" For me?" (f/n) said with surprise in her demeanor before slowly reaching for the held-out piece, not at all shaken, simply surprised. 

A brief nod was all she got in response, and it roused a sweet smile from her, the expression more true than the previous one. 

'Does this mean a lot to you?' (f/n) wondered. 'Or is this just something you carry around?' She wondered, appreciative of the gesture in spite of what answer would be the truth. 

"Why?" she breathed, still smiling, her heart warm.

"Mercy..." there was a single, guttural word uttered before there were no more glances in exchange, the other female running off with lightning speed, using her healed legs at a max capacity to reach her tribe.

looking down at the necklace, (f/n)  took notice that the center piece was a tooth, one wrapped with what looked like red twine to make an accessory. 

'What is this...?' (f/n) wondered with confusion as she held it up, getting a different angle, 'This looks like a tooth, but it's huge,' She thought with confusion, though still smiling.

Little beads also decorated it, saved from the tear as they were secured by a knot that kept them from shifting.

"- It's a gesture of peace," a familiar voice informed her, and as she heard it, her breath hitched. 

Her silent musing was cut short , and the piece she’d been left with was crushed by dread.

Her grasp on the tooth went tight before she brought it to her chest, her steps faltering as she backed away. 

'Oh no...' She thought to herself, having thought she'd lost him. 

‘You mean to tell me he’s found me all the way out here?’ she thought annoyed. ‘Or has this jerk been following me the whole time?’ she considered, not putting it past him, though wondering how if there was nothing to aid him in that deviousness.

had he watched her the entire time with that smug grin she detested?

   " Those things aren't known to be kind," Black said, as though it wasn't clear before, as though she needed to be reminded.

And it irked her.

"It’s rare...but it’s  A gesture of peace for your kind act," Erron added while delivering a haughty chuckle, the emphasis on the single word detestable in its obnoxiousness.

Though, she overlooked it as she took in his spit of knowledge with understanding. 

It made sense, 

"Mercy..." (f/n) then breathed, understanding, her expression softening. 

It warmed her to think so.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” she said while thinking back to her previous thoughts of the Tarkatan’s as a whole.

" -And I thought you were naïve, but not downright stupid," He then admitted, shaking his head as a low sigh fell from him. 

his right hand went up and calmly his index and thumb held the end of his hat as he tilted his head back to look up at the starless sky.

" she would have eaten you alive if she had the chance," he informed her, and at that (F/n) grit her teeth, her hands fisted to the side.

“-if it had been any other day,” he added softly.

Gone was her face of gentle musing as he continued to talk and belittle her.

'I'm not an idiot...of course, she would have. I'm well aware,' she thought while knowing, the tooth that was in her right palm digging into her flesh.

' but how could I just sit and watch?' she wondered. 

" she pleaded with me; With her eyes, she begged.

 I couldn't understand her, but I know well enough what plea and much more, mercy are. 

-Something you clearly don't know." she said accusingly, speaking through clenched teeth. 

How could anyone turn their back?

' How could I just walk away, knowing that there was a chance I could do something? '

‘ I know what it’s like to be cast away... to be forgotten.’ 

her chin rose higher than he'd seen it rise, and there was a jaded look in her eyes as she offered no room for debate.

‘It’s more than anything you would have ever done you rotten man,’ she thought tiredly.

' Bewitching a cannibalistic beast...' The mercenary thought to himself wearily, watching her, certain she'd yet to understand how remarkable that truly was.

 '- One that would have eaten her without hesitation,' he then added with frustration, a tight-knit between his brows as he continued to watch her, gazing at the way she then looked down at her hands.

She’d taken a moment to gaze down at them as though she was reflecting on her actions, processing the ability.

-And what was possibly it’s true extent.

And he, too glared at them because  the feat of taming such a beast was outshined by how she'd done it. 

It wasn’t just some silly little trick, nor wicked sorcery from what he could surmise.

He’s been witness to enough to know when it was used.

There was no trace of corruption to be detected.

'Just what are you...?' he wondered with the same bitterness laced in his thoughts, though the touch of awe she struck him with was still there too.

The masked man stood beneath the night sky, mesmerized by the moon, enchanted by the beauty to the degree his gaze could not leave its glory. 

He waited there, lonesome until the sound of spurred steps approached, snapping him out of the visiting fog of deep musing he's succumbed to.

- It happened so frequently now...so absurdly often.

He recognized it, though it would soon stop.

Once he had her, she would mend his every burden.

- she’d be his fortune and grace.

His shoulders fell further into a slacked state as he craned his head back more, continuing to admire the scenery above.

"You're late," he commented as the hired mercenary soon stopped at arm's length, releasing a short sigh, dissatisfied himself. 

"-A prior engagement," The cowboy explained, omitting any more details, but they dealt with a certain vampires' who’s persistence was astonishing. 

"Well...it's As expected. you are a busy man after all..." his new client said before turning over to him, " Though I desire your full loyalty once I hire you. 

Meaning...I don't want you distracted by anything else." He said firmly, the tone making Erron's nonchalant stance straighten with annoyance.

"Can do," he said curtly, speaking through tightly pressed teeth.

Silence fell between them before a scroll was passed between them. 

" Erron Black...Have you ever desired something so fiercely...your blood proceeds with an unnatural flow...?" he asked as he then continued to look up at the pillowey clouds above.

"...It burns hot... with a fire you've never known before..." he adds, the words falling short of the true feeling in his chest, but it was the only thing he could say to quickly summarize it.

His glove-covered fingers danced over his torso as he let out a short huff before finally looking over to Erron, knowing the lunacy of his actions, and his words too. 

Amusement danced in his hazel eyes as out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other man look over at him with a sort of disfavor.

-Perhaps his giddiness was strange, unbecoming to him too, but it was something he had trouble suppressing. 

"- Perhaps not," he says as he's greeted with a flat look. 

'Fire...' Black meanwhile thinks, musing over the very color that burns so brightly, and for a moment he's reminded of his own flame, a frequent companion of his that's been the only one to come close. 

Though, it's not worth the mention, because whatever his client harbored then was not simply a fleeting lust and familiarity. 

- It was certainly so much more, because he’d never go out of his way like this guy was.

"- Can't say I know what you mean," Black spoke truthfully. 

Beneath his mask, the dark-cloaked male smiled with vainglory, 

"Of course..." he murmured, because how could he expect anyone to know the feeling? 

"My goddess is... one and only," he states.

"She's stolen the star from our sky, and harbors every single one in her lovely eyes," he state, a comment Black muses over as he trails his eyes up to the darkness that hangs above.

"Has she?" he asks with little trust in his words, only entertaining the man with small talk as he rambles on about his target.

Truthfully, he hadn’t cared too much about the ' why's. ' 

- He never has had following questions, but now as he stares into her eyes, he has far too many. 

It was no exaggeration, they truly were beautiful.

"She would have eaten you alive," he repeated, and she was quick to step towards him, her hardened eyes fierce, 

"And I would have let her if it means upsetting you," she said sternly, and he can detect amusement in her voice, almost as though it struck her with giddiness to scorn him.

 Part of him, perhaps the sadistic side of him considered the idea that maybe, just maybe she’d missed him, and the chance to tease him.

The sound of her voice in that spiteful tone was... anticipated...missed even.

"If it meant I didn't have to fall into your hands again," she sneered after, noticing he had the gun she’d traded right at his hip. 

That, or he’d been lucky enough to find an exact replica which she doubted. 

Whatever the case, she was displeased.

"- If you end up with nothing then I'll die happy," she added with a large smile, her arms stretched out as though she were inviting the opportunity.

Her heart was fiercely racing, and yet, she felt no angst. 

‘Why do I feel so...strange?’ she wondered, not understanding why dread wasn’t the lasting feeling. 

Of course she’d been surprised to know he found her, frightened by his sudden appearance, but it wasn't something that consumed her. 

His laughter then filled the silence that fell in between as he craned his head back, and a nauseatingly warm feeling festered in the pit of her stomach at the sound. 

soon his hands rested at his hips as he looked down at her with mirth. 

" A lot of talk for a gal that's seconds away from being roped again," he taunted, earning him a strange smile from her, one he hadn’t had the delight of seeing until then.

It was nearly kittenish, full of mischief, morso cockiness leftover from the fact that she was special in some sort of way.

'It's strange...' she mused. 

'beneath this darkness... with all of the unknown surrounding me, and much more this man before me... I feel strange.' 

‘Have I missed him?’ It was a question she briefly thought of before she quickly tried to forget it just as shamefully as she tried to overlook how strongly her heart had jumped at the possibility.

He approached her, each step slow, certain as always. 

And soon she took in a sharp breath, calculating.

Her leg went back before jutting forward , kicking the sand before her with all of her mustered strength, sending the risen grains toward him in a blinding cloud that forced him to wither. 

With a short grimace, he picked up his right hand lifting over his eyes as his left hand took the scarf the red-lined scarf up to his nose to not inhale any of the debris. 

He expected her to flee, but to his surprise, she lunged forward, tackling him down as she aimed for his midsection.

 In his moment of surprise, she took advantage, immediately reaching for his gun before she sent it flying far with a swing of her arm. 

With her other hand, she reached for the other at his side before pointing it down at him with eyes that were opened wide, filled with a surprise of her own. 

‘I... I did it...?’

She’s disarmed him, meanwhile, As he looked up at her, his dark eyes were filled with a coat of something that made them seem almost pitch black.

 Rather than the scowl of defeat she expected him to present, he offered her a look of initial surprise that settled into amusement. 

His features lifted with delight as he looked up at the woman and the pointed weapon so close to him it would be an instant end to his long life. 

And while he stared at death, he did what he always did ; 

audaciously tease it. 

His arms lay stretched out at his sides, nowhere near reaching for her, the attempt not there. 

And she felt her heart achingly race as she looked down at him subdued, for the moment. 

His only movement was a heaved chest, the heavy rise suspended as he waited, not knowing what was to come. 

- but there was one thing for sure, he'd never felt so thrilled before in his life. 

[xo-katana]

May I please request headcanons for Hanzo, Erron, Fujin, and Liu Kang reacting to their girlfriend standing up to someone who’s bullying her and kicking major ass?

°•. ✿ .•°| MK Men React To S/O Who Stands Up For Themselves

Sorry it took so long, I’ve been so busy working lol

Includes: Hanzo Hasashi, Erron, Fujin, and Liu Kang

Hanzo Hasashi

•Due to his stoic and fierce nature, he has mixed feelings about his S/O defending themselves

•He might admire his lovers strength and bravery

•He also may think that it’s his role to protect his lover and is unsure

•Will learn to trust your ability to defend and kick ass if needed

Erron

•He might be a bit intimidated at first but it does start to turn him on eventually (LOL)

•He doesn’t understand why his S/O would want to defend themselves when he’s present

•Recognizes and values his lovers abilities and independence.

• “That’s my girl.”

Fujin

•Any aftermath injuries are already cleaned and covered

•He admires his S/O as he watches it go down

•Knows you’re defending yourself for a good reason and will tell you how proud he is

•“You did the right thing my love."

Liu Kang

•He watches it with a smile on his face, a sense of pride on his face.

•After he watches his S/O kick ass, he has to kick them. (just incase)

•Because of his human nature, his hands are definitely roaming around his lovers body after everything calms down

•“You’re going to have to teach me that move you did earlier.”

•“I’m going to have to tell Kung Lao about this later.”

[castielscaplan]

Mortal Kombat Characters

updated June 19 2025

Main Masterlist

Requesting Rules

Buy Me a Coffee

Reptile Masterlist

Johnny Cage Masterlist

Sub-Zero Masterlist

Raiden Masterlist

Reiko Masterlist

Smoke Masterlist

Kenshi Masterlist

Havik Masterlist

Shao Khan Masterlist

[mrstsung]

Askbox: Closed. Until people send me requests instead of complaining about my posts and opinions on fictional characters.

These are what I'll write and not write.

Rules:

IF YOU ARE A MINOR,I WOULD PREFER IF YOU DO NOT REQUEST NSFW WORKS. thank you. I am 18+ and I'm trying to make this a better and safer blog.

For recently, i have decided to not make any x reader fics and hcs for other people for the character shang tsung. I do not wish to share this particular character. So he is off limits. But anyone else is fine.

I do not post often here so apologizes if i dont get to anything right away.

My main blog is @arttrampbelle . I do post there but im trying to post here again more. For mortal kombat stuff

If you have any questions or concerns let me know

I don't do mk12/mk(1) 2023. So plz do not ask for that. I can do truly any other version. Sorry. I can maybe make a hybrid or my own version but it wont be like the actual game so of you're fine with that i could maybe make it work but i would very much rather do mk9,mk10,mk11,mk 1995,and mk legends.

I write hcs and imagines mostly. Full length fics are harder for my nurodivergent brain to do.

*added* i can write my own verse of mk12/mk1 shang tsung. But again i won't be writing him for anyone else,just myself or hc ideas. So if you wanna hear about them. I can do that. But sadly no x readers anymore of him. Again this is a personal choice.

Characters i will do:

Liu kang

Kung lao

Raiden

Fujin

Kuai liang (SUB ZERO/TUNDRA)

Hanzo hasashi(THE ONLY SCORPION!)

Bi-han(NOOB SAIBOT AND OG SUBZERO)

Reptile(lizardman look only because y'all cowards. Im not sorry)

Shao kahn

Johnny cage

Jax

Kabal

Kano

Erron black

Sindel

Kitana

Jade

Mileena

Goro

Kintaro

Sheeva

Quan chi(yes even him)

Shinnok(tho im not as good with him so plz bare with me)

Characters i won't do,things i can't do:

Any of the other elder gods besides shinnok because im not as good with them. So apologies.

Any of this titan nonsense. They don't exist to me. Sorry.

Shang tsung. He's my blorbo. And i have decided to not share or write for him anymore. So i really do apologize but i can't trust writing for other people with this character. I wanna write and self ship with this character in peace. So plz do not request any writing with shang tsung from now on. All my writing,art,kontent, for shang will be exclusively for myself only.

I do not write god liu kang(unless a corruption arch au idea?) Nor write him as some savior. You get the real chosen one or nothing at all.

I do not do character x character. I do not do anything outside of self shipping or character x reader or canon x oc/self inserts. So plz do not ask for this.

I do not write smut for minors. You can request fluff or sfw kontent only.

If you have something specific in mind,plz be as detailed as possible. Otherwise i will more likely do a in general thing

I write mostly GN and fem readers. I am not as good with masc readers yet. So apologies.

If you again have any questions. Let me know.

Ask box:closed

[kusagrasskusa]

I saw @yns-world do this so I kind of wanted to steal their thing XD But it’s really entertaining! So here’s my version of…

MK Villains meeting/hearing about their (and your) child

Erron Black, Shang Tsung, Baraka, Kano, Quan Chi, Shao Kahn edition!

Part 2!

Tell me whoever else you may want! I want to do a heros one after this, so tell me who you want!

Edit: I’m not even kidding, I was looking for some Erron X Readers, saw this, read this, said “ohh I like that one” and “ew that’s cringy” without knowing this is fucking mine XDXD I looked back at this and just gasped because I fr didn’t think I wrote this

Erron Black

Erron: Ye look a lot like me. Ya one of them alternate universe me’s?

Son: No, but I’m here to kill you unlike what other me’s could do

Erron: Well if I die, tell other me’s to kill Y/N after pulling out

—

Erron: You got my eyes and your mother’s bad attitude

Daughter: And her hatred for you

Erron: Nah, our bloodline is filled with hate

—

Son: I wonder what she saw in you when you first met

Erron: Beats me, I wondered what she saw in the first hundred guys she fucked

Son: I’m gonna make you take that back!

—

Erron: If only I raised you instead, you wouldn’t be this big o’ a pussy

Son: My mother raised me better without you in my life

Erron: Yeah, never mind. You and yer mom are too ignorant to hang around

—

You: Your daughter is a horse girl, y’know. Ya should go show her ‘round here on one

Erron: I’m too busy for that demon girl

You: Of course you are. And she’s a demon because of you

—

Kotal Kahn: You have a child who asked for you

Erron: I don’t have a kid

Kotal Kahn: Well I shall introduce you two after this then

Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung: I have been awaiting this day, my child

Daughter: Why? To destroy every woman’s life who meets you?

Shang Tsung: No, but I wonder what might a limp, pitiful creature such as yourself do when their whore of a mother is killed

Daughter: You are beyond fucked up.

—

Son: I remember the last time I saw you

Shang Tsung: It was quite the tragedy, indeed

Son: You couldn’t fucking stop laughing at me suffer through my mother’s death

—

Daughter: Whenever she died, did you care, father?

Shang Tsung: Why of course, I feared how her death would affect my precious child

Daughter: You feared so much you threw your precious child into the claws of death

Shang Tsung: At least the Kahn didn’t kill you instead.

—

Shang Tsung: When I was your age, it was customary for sons to protect and serve their parents

Son: I protect and serve my mother. You are a mere parasite to me

Shang Tsung: Oh, the parasite within you will enjoy tearing you apart

—

Shang Tsung: Does [child] know we are meeting?

You: She is sound asleep, and I promised she will awaken with her father home

Shang Tsung: She will awaken to her mother in pain so she never wants to see me again

You: All she wants is 5 minutes, Shang!

—

Raiden: You look just like your mother

Daughter: But I’m stronger than she’ll ever be

Raider: And you are as blind as your father

—

Lui Kano:

Baraka

Son: It’s funny that people try to kill me for being your child rather than for being tarkatan

Baraka: How’s that funny?

Son: They’re killing your people to get to you, father. You’re why your people are disappearing.

—

Baraka: Female tarkatan gather, not fight

Daughter: Come on father! One round! You know I’m better than my brothers, anyways

Baraka: This is why you’ll be the man in the family once I’m gone

—

Baraka: My favorite fighter

Son: [daughter] said she fights better!

Baraka: Let us find out then

—

Daughter: I remember the tribe before mother died

Baraka: You will never honor or lay eyes on it again, traitor!

Daughter: I put good deeds over personal victory, father

—

Mileena: You’re beautiful, for being Baraka’s

Daughter: You’re ugly, for being Sindel’s

Mileena: Hehe, I’ll bite that tongue if you don’t, savage!

Kano (he’s so fucking hot)

Kano: Before anything else, ya motha’ came onto me first

Son: I- did not ask

Kano: Well, she asked- she asked for more every night

—

Daughter: My mom is obsessed with you, still

Kano: And lemme tell you, she was crazy over me back then too. A freak, really

Daughter: Are we both talking about [Y/N]?

Kano: Oh yeah, she never told you? She loved me

—

You: Still as fine as the day we met

Kano: You must be thinking of the wrong Kano, but I’d love to show you what the young me can do

You: Yeah, like give me a kid to raise on my own

—

Sonya: I thought I killed younger you already!

Kano: Hah, I always knew me boy would be useful one day

Sonya: Oh, shit- It was your son?

—

Kano: Y/N?

Daughter: Mother died a few years back

Kano: And you look as beautiful as she did

—

Kano: There’s no way. I pulled out!

Son: You pull-out game sucked then

Kano: Like father, like son then, ay?

—

Daughter: Mom said you promised to take me out today!

Kano: Daddy.. was probably drink’n’ ay

Daughter: If I have to drag you all the way out there, I will!

Quan Chi

Quan Chi: I sense demon within you. You aren’t from Earthrealm

Daughter: I’m the perfect mix of holiness and unholiness

Quan Chi: Then you are a worthless mutt

—

You: Shinnok won’t take us fighting lightly. We’re supposed to unify and serve

Quan Chi: I shall not let him take [child] from us

You: You are a traitor

—

Raiden: You betray your realm for what?

You: I am sorry, but my child’s safety is worth more than Earthrealm’s would ever be

Raiden: So you aid the destruction of the safest realm?

—

Quan Chi: My son

Son: Do not call me that, demon

Quan Chi: Your demon workings are put to sleep within you, allow me to show you what you really are inside

—

Daughter: There was a time when mother thought you loved her

Quan Chi: A demon cannot feel love, my child

Daughter: You loved her enough to have me, yes?

Shao Kahn

You: Wait until your queen finds out

Shao Kahn: Finds out what?

You: I am pregnant, emperor. And I am keeping it

—

Sindel: I’ll kill that disgusting monster of a child!

You: Do you speak to their sister that way?

Sindel: Kitana is more royal than your child will ever be

—

Daughter: You know, I was only doing what was good for the kingdom

Kitana: No, you were doing what father would want you to do

Daughter: It is better he likes me than throw me out like he did you

—

Shao Kahn: My little princess

Daughter: Mileena said you were planning of disposing me, father

Shao Kahn: Why ever would I do that?

—

Mileena: I told you not to touch my things, sis

Daughter: I told you not to touch me!

Mileena: Hehe, royal blood just tastes too good to leave alone

—

Shao Kahn: To be emperor, you must be able to defeat me first

Son: I will do you proud, father

Shao Kahn: Not until Kitana is dead, will you make me proud

[dinogoofy]

Day 16- Headless horseman

Not the best plot line ever, but insanely cute!

Pairing: Erron black/F!reader (Romantic)

Warnings: mentioned animal death, ghosts.

Word count: 1107

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It was dark outside. Too dark. The moon had been clouded over, stars choosing to stay hidden from the horror below, leaving the town in total darkness. Almost everyone in the town of Sleepy hollow was smart enough to stay indoors and stay safe during a night like tonight. But you were the exception it seems.

As the veterinarian of the town, you had to attend an emergency for one of the farmers. His prized dairy cow went into labor, but had been calving for much too long. The baby needed to come out now or he'd lose them both. You had rushed over immediately, spending much of the afternoon and night delivering the calf. The mother survived but unfortunately, there was no saving the poor baby. 

By the time you were sure that the mother was fine and everything had been resolved, it was much too late in the night. 

"Please, stay for the night. It's the least we can do." You smile slightly at the farmer's wife, reaching out to shake her hand before remembering the blood that still remained, and choosing to nod in appreciation instead.

"Thank you very much for the offer, but I don't want to bother the two of you. My home isn't too far from here, I'll be fine." She clings to her husband's arm with a defeated sigh, and he sets a hand on top of her own to comfort her. 

"It's too dangerous. The wolves will be out tonight. And in town Ichabod was claiming-" You almost roll your eyes. 

"I'm aware of what he was claiming. Lord knows the man hasn't been in his right mind. I'll be fine. No ghost will slay me tonight, I promise you." The farmer shakes his head at your stubbornness, and says a polite goodbye to you as you finally leave. 

The night was chilly, windy, and dark. But you wouldn't be swayed. There was no such thing as ghosts. There certainly wasn't some headless soldier that had come back from the beyond, and there wasn't any chance that he'd be after you if he was real. You were a simple person, in plain, blood spattered clothes- not unexpected for a person in your profession. You weren't out of the ordinary.

As you weave your way through the woods, a dark mass catches your eye.

There, in between the trees, was a horse, black as night and all alone. Strange. You whistle at the poor thing, content at the way its ears swing towards you. You smile, and trudge through the trees to approach it.

"Hello there, dear." You say to the animal as you round its side, noticing the saddle. It's neck sways in your direction, and it huffs at you through its nostrils.

"Are you lost?" You step closer, holding a hand out to touch its flank. It's body language changes for the worst for a split second, calming when you gently shush it. Your hand travels up its flank and to its neck, stroking languidly.

"Where's your rider, friend?" The horse huffs again, and it's ears swivel. A chill runs up your spine, but you ignore it, believing it to be from the cold.

"He's right here." A deep voice almost startles you, and the horse almost spooks as well. You don't turn around to see the man, instead choosing to claim the horse.

"She's a beautiful steed." You smile, finding a place by her ears that was a very good place to scratch. The horse almost melts into your hands. The man behind you hums in a surprised way, and you feel him come closer to you, reaching around you to pat her head, his face just out of view. Holy hell, was he tall.

"That she is. I know why we're out here, Stanger, but why are you in the woods all alone?" A little alarm bell rang in your head, but you ignored it, he seemed calm. You should be too.

" 'On my way back home. I'm a veterinarian, 'had to make a stop today." The man chuckles.

"Pretty, and smart too. You're quite a catch." You smile again, blushing,, and go to respond, but your hair stands on end at the noise of a growl to your right. The horse flinches out of your hand. The man behind you sets a hand on your waist just as the pack of wolves come into view. You curse under your breath, and the man's arm wraps fully around you, lifting you into his arms in a quick moment.

"Sorry miss, but I believe I'll be escorting you home today." You squeaked in response, head reeling as he quickly and very impressively mounts his horse with you in his arms, and as the horse rears into the air you finally get a glimpse of his face.

Or lack thereof.

As the man races off Into the night with wolves on his heels, all you can do is stare at his face. A carved jack-o-lantern sat upon his shoulders, barely hanging on as the horse runs faster. The World goes by in a blur, time slurring together as you stare. The headless horsemen had just rescued you from wolves. Ichabod wasn't a fool. And a ghost had been flirting with you. 

By the time he loses the wolves, and he slows the horse, you have almost recovered from the shock.

"Where do you live, sweetheart?" The rumble of his chest has you blushing again, and you timidly tell him, eyes remaining on his "face" the entire time. 

"Don't be so frightened. I'm not going to kill you." You hum nervously, and the horseman chuckles.

"What's your name?" You ask, a little out of nowhere.

"Erron. But I'm sure you know me as the headless horseman." You nod and Erron shakes his head. 

"I didn't expect you to be so… friendly." You say weakly, sitting up a little and adjusting yourself in the saddle. He takes a hand off the reins and places it against your back to steady you.

"I guess I have a soft spot for pretty girls like you." 

Before you know it, you're home. Erron hops off his horse, and helps you down by placing both hands on your waist and lifting you off. Once you have both feet steady on the ground, he takes your hand and holds it to the gaping hole that served as his mouth. 

"It was a pleasure meeting you, sweetheart. I hope we'll meet again." You're blushing a little too much at the action, and lean up to kiss the cheek of his pumpkin head.

"I'm sure we will."

[shangsclaws]

Erron Black and whoever you want with a s/o who is a horse rancher?

🤠 time to yee the haw folks

He’s very eager to say the least.

Erron would have looked up to the ranchers he might have grown up with, wondering on his free time what would have come of his life if he went down that path instead. It’d be much more peaceful, if nothing else.

Besides being adoring of his partner and their profession, he’d also be thankful — if one day he decides bounty hunting isn’t for him anymore, he might be able to fulfill one of his childhood dreams with the love of his life :)

Erron gets really tender when he socializes with the horses. He probably won’t even realize it. The Texan’s voice gets lower, softer, saying “that’s a good girl/boy” whenever he pets them — his lover might as well be jealous of their own horses at that point.

The cowboy will be super helpful around the ranch, should his s/o ever need him. If anything he might even be there in his free time, tending to the horses as he would his own steed. He's just an all around softie for these big creatures, and is super glad he shares that in common with his lover :)

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want to make a request?

[soulsandcrowns]

((got this req on my old blog, when I used to take 4 kombatants....I’m gonna take 3 for now if the anon who req this doesn’t mind 😅))

Kabal

Does not have the slightest idea about the fine arts in general, and so really anything his s/o comes up with will impress him. That said, hell yeah he’s down for them to draw him. If anything, it’s a boost to his already huge ego.

Pre burn, the trackstar is fine with however they want to capture him. If he knows they’re drawing him, he’ll even strike a pose, and most times it’s a goofy one. It gets even funnier, or maybe worse, when he’s posing nude (‘hey babe, draw me like one of your French girls’).

Post burn, mr gasmask won’t be as willing. Unfortunately — and very understandably —he’ll be very insecure about his lover seeing his burns, despite them being works of art themselves. If Kabal does pose, it’ll never be in the nude, and only when his face shield is on. It will take time for him to feel confident again, but in the least he’s glad that a special someone still thinks he’s pretty enough to draw.

Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion

Hanzo is probably the type to paint in his free time, if he ever does have free time. Most times the subject of his art is the garden surrounding him, or maybe a single plant or tree he wants to focus on that day.

Knowing how observant a person should be to capture their subject, Hanzo will be quite flattered to know that his s/o wants to draw him. If anything he might even feel a little inadequate — surely he doesn’t look that interesting? (yes u do hanzo, yes u do)

It’d be best that his lover does not say when they’re drawing him, as he’ll start to tense up a little at the mention of it. The grandmaster will feel the need to tidy up his appearance, maybe ask if his position is okay, or even go so far as to suggest he wear more proper clothing. Hanzo wants nothing more but to look good for his s/o, and it’s cute the way he’s so peculiar about it.

Erron Black

Erron might actually know how to draw himself, capturing any interesting scenery he comes across on his journeys (like how Arthur Morgan draws in his journal). While his work is nothing too impressive, it makes him more appreciative of the little things in his s/o’s art.

Like Kabal, he likes to strike certain poses for his s/o, although he’s a bit more serious about it than the gasmask. Erron even likes to wear his best stuff whenever he’s posing, feeling like the Hollywood cowboy he is.

The Texan will also want to draw his s/o in return, either posing explicitly for him or not. Even just to capture them doing menial tasks is something he’d do. He won’t show them all his drawings, but should they find his little journal, they’ll be pleased to see themselves drawn in nearly all the pages.

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[chaosrealm-mk-imagines]

Hello 😏 How would react Mileena, Erron Black, Fujin and Raiden for past terrible relationships of their S/O?

~~That’s a good request darling, hope you like it and thank you ^^

Mileena

- She never mentioned previous relationships, but when the topic comes to the conversation with her S/O Mileena is curious about it

- When her S/O tells her about past abusive relations, she’s truly angry and worried about how it may have affected her beloved. She will share her own experiences then and try to recomfort them about it.

- Promises that she is different and that she would never do anything to hurt her loved one. She is shocked with how people can be cruel to someone so special and loveable, after that she will give her best to not act reckless.

Erron Black

- It’s common to him talking about his past lovers, he usually jokes about them and asks about the ones from his S/O

- When his S/O tells him about the terrible experience at previous relationships, he is really sorry for them; he had a long life and meet all the kind of people possible, but specially good people that would make him smile so he feels bad for his S/O having the unlucky fate of meeting bad people that made them cry. He will stop talking about it if he sees it’s a delicate subject

- All he can do is try to be his better self as a way of making up for his S/O bad memories with new ones, he doesn’t want his beloved suffering because of some prick that didn’t gave them enough value.

Fujin

(Short haired fujin only because I know you’re a sinner)

- He is not experienced with previous relationships, but he’s a curious one and would always seeks advice or information in people’s own experiences, that’s why he would ask his S/O about their past relations

- At first he doesn’t understand how someone could be so cruel to his lover, he makes a lot of questions about people’s intents and ends up with more doubts than answers for them. He’s sorry for what happened and shocked to know about how common these unhealthy relationships are between mortals.

- Fujin promises that he won’t let anyone ever hurt his S/O again, assuring that even if they were only friends he would never stop looking after them.

Raiden

- The thunder god has a hard time understanding human relationships, he never had one after all. He would ask his S/O about previous experiences and what they expect from him as a lover.

- He surprised with the answer, at Raiden’s mind his S/O was so charming that would only have the best people possible around them, so at first his reaction is of confusion and anger towards those that dared breaking his loved one heart. If he’s Dark Raiden then you may expect him to get a list with the names of all the bastards written in red. 

- Raiden acts life a father and allows his S/O to talk about everything, comforting them and telling that everything is going to be okay and that he would never do something so cruel, he won’t promise to be there forever but he assures his S/O that while he can he will make them happy.

[danddymaro]

Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 5

Previous: I Know I Shouldn’t

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

A/N: I haven't worked on stories...and obviously took a break and while it wasn’t intentional , and some of you might not care, it wasn’t because I meant to. 

I have been going through a couple of things that just seemed to pile up on me all at once, and while I haven't really recovered from the aftermath, I will continue to do the things that bring me joy.

You can make it or break, and I will hold myself together.

- So here’s a decently lengthy once to make up for the absence. I hope it’s alright, and worth abit of the wait.

Word Count: 9721

Pt. 5 | Of  Love And Lust

While existing through a calm silence, the young woman's fingers wiggled against each other, each pad of her digits gently brushing against its counterpart as a mindless, little activity she took part in to busy herself as Black currently carried her.

It'd been as pleasant of a morning as it could get while in her situation, and she made no move to change the pleasant mood that had remained since their earlier, amicable exchange.

So, without a fuss, she let him work, showing no signs of fuss as he picked her up.

'I can walk,' she thought while languidly shifting, allowing him to hook an arm beneath her bent knees as simultaneously, his other arm was pressed to her back, supporting most of her weight as he easily came back up from his short-lasting knelt.

'But what good will it do to complain right now,' she added while fixing her eyes up to him, taking notice of how exhausted he seemed.

'You seem to do what you want, whenever you want,' she silently breathed as she let her head lean onto him.

'Well,' she then added with a little hum of content, 'It's kind of...nice,' she reluctantly admitted.

'At least this way, I feel more comfortable,' she dryly mused, preferring the hold to the gruff manner he usually handled her with which usually had him slinging her over her shoulder in a careless way that uncomfortably pressed her gut.

' - Less like something...and more like someone,' she then added with a small bit of triumph.

He left no evidence of their stay aside from the remains of a makeshift fireplace he'd set up for them the night prior, but he made no effort to cover its existence.

The flames had long been put out, and by then he didn't bother with it, knowing that soon, it would be covered by the peppered bits of sand that would be carried by the occasional breezes that would then, accumulate until their stay was forgotten by time.

During the short moment, he briefly watched her, letting his dark eyes trail over to her as she continued to entertain herself, stuck having nothing better to do.

Over contemplation of visions prior had left her pensive, yet, somehow untroubled enough to find a moment of meaningless distraction.

There wasn't much evidence of actual amusement on her face, but a subtle perk at the corners of her mouth existed as a default.

'- Funny. The further I stray away from home,' she started, ' The more I remember.' she then continued, not knowing if it was the reason for certain, but having the gut feeling .

' And the more I remember, ' she then added, ' The more I understand,' she then mused while finding strange peace in what was once the unknown.

'I understand that, truly, I have no home,' She thought with certainty, while slowly, a remanence of a smile graced her, the gentle expression touched with calm, yet melancholy as well.

'Because there is no one to go back to,' she reflected upon with an unchanged expression, realizing that her desire to find that haunting someone would not bring the happiness she'd once thought.

The ghost of a smile, while scarce, was evident enough to stir something in him, a flickering little feeling that waned his coolness to her, and threatened to weaken him furthermore.

He then fleetingly thought of the sound of her laughter.

While small, and obviously not her most joy-filled one, it had left a lasting effect that seduced him into a moment of weakness, one that had led him to have a sudden muse that he would have rather not have ever given any consideration to.

He'd wondered that if everything he'd already been given, and much more, all of which he was promised, was worth even a fraction of the loveliness he'd captured.

He chewed his tongue as he continued to watch her, his eyes aimed at the little expression because even while lukewarm, and so close to melancholy, it remained a charming sight.

It was then that she looked up at him with (e/c) colored eyes that shinned with interest, and instantaneously, the ghosting, sad smile perked into a placid uplift that managed to chase away the gloom that had become her default.

" - I slept well last night," she informed him because while it wasn't all too pleasant and brought sadness to her, it was a livable, peaceful moment she could hold dear.

'It wasn't like the one just before it,' she inwardly mused, remembering how he'd shown up, and somehow, saved her.

'It didn't start off with suffrage that ended with you.

Instead, it was...different.' she huffed with uncertainty.

'My visions, My memories,' she silently spoke, knowing that most of the haunting dreams were her memories resurfacing.

"I remember my dream." she then revealed to him, breathily uttering out the words with calm that was channeled through the serene twinkle in her eyes that seized his empty, dark ones.

'I remember it now with such ease,' she silently added with appreciation to whatever circumstances had made it possible, whether it was the distance, his presence, or just the timing itself.

'Is this really love?' (f/n) tiredly wondered as she took one last look at the singed land where the celestial being lead a dark apocalypse, taking reign over the darkened sky and everything it looked down upon it during their confrontation.

'Does it always have to hurt?' the defeated woman wondered as a searing heat struck her right at her constructed heart, the wildfire spread down to her navel before she fell back in pain.

A whirlwind of fire pushed her off balance, and knocked her over.

Soon after, her body then fell back, gracelessly plummeting along with the rest of the collapsing crumbles of earth that had been manipulated into battle.

'Should it always hurt?' (f/n) wondered with disenchantment darkening the lovely faith that had always been nested within her breast.

With a heavy, unceremonious splash, the high velocity she'd crashed down with deterred, allowing her to float for just a moment before she was submerged by the second, lagged breath she executed.

It wasn't long before she was enveloped by a tepid warmth that rippled around her, coating her until she was swallowed down by the shallow pool, sunken beneath the mass of water before gradually falling deeper into the grasp of complete darkness.

Her overwhelmed, hazy (e/c) colored eyes were trained on the eclipse that lasted above the rippling waters, the blurred sight of the fiery ring charring into her memory as she continued to look upon it, and she couldn't help but flutter her eyes close.

Hot, salted droplets mingled with the surrounding waters as she preferred to look away from the looming shadow that rested outside of the water, waiting for her to rise again.

Slowly, she continued to sink down without a qualm, resistance long gone.

A trail of scarlet flowed from her heaved chest, and throughout it all, she kept her (e/c) colored eyes shut, deciding to look away from her truth, from all the chaos that always found its way to her.

'- Is this peace?' She idly wondered as she sunk further, grateful that the darkness that slowly enveloped her was, although slowly growing cold with her sinking, somehow, also comforting.

'It's been so long,' she thought to herself with uncertainty, having forgotten what the touch of affection could bestow.

'...Is it finally over?' she then thought with liberation, hoping she'd become unreachable and left forgotten.

'If I melt along with the earth, then maybe...just maybe you'll accept me then,' she somberly mused with the most minuscule freckle of amusement placed into the thought.

' This is the only way you'd ever accept me, as I am.

- As you've made me.

I've come to understand that.'

Calmly, (f/n) continued to lower into the engulfed darkness that received her, and while perhaps it was better to try and flee up to the fiery light, she let go of that ambition.

Tired, she decided to break the repetitive cycle of insanity that she'd been succumbed to.

Lulled by the quiet that surrounded her, she instead smiled as she thought of her first embrace which had been so tenderly warm and loving,

'I was sure that was love.' (f/n) thought with sadness.

' If it was, then does it die out?' she then wondered with heartbreak. ' Is it not everlasting?' She added with confusion, having never known any other but the one that betrayed her.

- The one that swore an uninterrupted loyalty.

'Is this your own peace?' (f/n) continued to question, wondering if the goddess felt the same relief.

Against the resistance that descended her to the slow pull of the abyss that seemed never ending, as well as the heavy lethargy that weighed her down, she reached up, her arm slowly shooting up where she then extended her raw fingers up to the looming figure.

'Will you reach for me...mother?'

Blindly, with eyes that were fogged with producing tears as well as nature's aqua, she looked up at the awaiting, horned goddess.

'Or am I finally being shown mercy?' she wondered with relief, realizing that there wasn't a reach that responded to hers.

Heartbreaking as it was, there was relief in being finally let go, and it then dawned on her that there could never be happiness without the promise of some sort of misery.

'Are you finally going to stop punishing me?' the woman wondered with the terrible heartache,

'For loving you...

For trailing behind the real you...

- For fighting for what I thought was love.'

' It's locked in my chest,' the lovely woman promised, not willing to disregard the memory because it'd been the first time she recalled something other than bitter rage.

It was not perfect.

It was not riddled with joy she hoped to grasp, but rather a sorrow that came from the loss of it, which meant her life hadn't always been compromise and solitude.

It meant that there were still lovely things to discover.

It meant that happiness wasn't all unattainable to her.

He was ready to respond, the words already traveling out, but soon locked in by a tightened jaw that had locked his teeth into stiff grit.

He swallowed them down, and in place, a low breath emerged, the low released hum being one of acknowledgment that let her know he'd heard her, but that really, he could care less.

At his sour, wordless response, she seemed to grow quiet, falling into silence as she retreated back to a more reserved nature, quickly understanding.

"I just wanted you to know," she then added, sounding small, yet untouched by any traces of damage done by his dismissive behavior.

Because it wasn't like she expected anything different.

Admittedly, the cold response had somewhat blindsided her, especially with how well they'd interacted with each other before, but she'd quickly become expectant of his distinctive faces, all from observing.

There was rare tenderness she'd only caught once, but recalled with a strange warmth to her chest that she liked to dismiss because it had stunned her and become the most impactful to her, even while being the newest and most scarcely existing memory of them all.

- It made her believe that there was an existing, kind nature in him, locked and hidden far past degeneracy.

Then there was the lesser good, but the more common teasing nature that upset her because it'd started off as merciless and wicked, something she was sure that was meant to torment her until it had presented itself in a much less evil and playful, yet, irritating manner that left her simply annoyed.

And finally, there was the scornful side of him that came in two different levels.

There was anger that had, admittedly left her shaking, reminding her that past the mischievousness that had surfaced and that she'd become irritatingly familiar with, there was always going to be a part of him capable of actually hurting her.

And, in the end, there was the man that had easily hunted her down, and wouldn't show hesitance in getting rid of her if it was commanded.

There was the part of him that she feared, and then there also existed dismissiveness that made him turn from her, and it was usually brought forth by after moment where he'd come too close.

And while nearly breathless, affected by him, she stupidly wondered if there was a beat to his heart that was just as anxious, and matched hers.

'I have no one else to share with,' she added with a soft breath, accepting his response without any true injury to her heart.

'If I did, I wouldn't be here....would I?' she mused with a snicker.

' - I'm stuck with you, for now,'

She thought as they then, once again traveled on the steed, making way to their first, scheduled stop.

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She had sunken into the comfort of a soft bed, one that felt like utter bliss after the long, hard days that had ended with her having the comfort of only the desert ground and a single woolen blanket to warm her during the cold nights.

The man she'd traveled with had been kind enough to carry her to it, laying her down benevolently, all while his dark eyes remained averted, his gaze never meeting hers, having avoided her gaze since their departure from their last resting spot.

Not once did he look down, all in spite of the swelling in her heart that stupidly yearned for the connection, because there was always a dose of adrenaline that drugged it afterward.

- And it'd become addicting as well as alarmingly consuming.

He had been remarkably reserved, not even releasing a little breath that had been of amusement, or even frustration, and it was something that troubled her.

And she'd become much more unnerved when he simply left the decently sized, vacant room without even a warning to stay put.

He'd let her free, the binds that had been woven over her limbs together gone, and it gave her the liberty to properly stretch out, something that she was grateful for, but felt that was, all the same, odd.

She moved slowly, her every movement executed with the uncertainty that came from confusion and numbness. Tentatively, her feet landed on the floor, and it wasn't long before she stood before the double doors herself.

With a face whose expressions wavered from happiness to uncertainty, she took both of the cold handles in her hand and tightly held them.

With a hard, excited breath that lasted, she yanked them towards her direction, before releasing a cry of frustration when she realized they didn't budge an inch.

Again, and again, she continued to pull at the handles while forcing the doors in and out, but was left with disappointment after each attempt, quickly understanding why he hadn't bothered to worry about her running off.

Her (e/c) colored eyes were quick to search her surroundings, and she was left distraught when she realized that there wasn't another opening, only another door that lead to a washroom that was just as closed off.

Breathlessly, and with lazy steps that barely lifted her feet off of the ground, the young woman then fell to her knees.

Her upper body fell forward, and just before she crashed down her hands lay flat on the ground, capturing the descending weight. Slowly, her forehead met the same surface, and before she knew it the next escaping breath carried along a loud wail of upset that was unhinged.

The empty room was then filled with the loud frustrated cry that quickly turned into heavy sobs.

Alone, and overcome by helplessness, she finally let out her frustration, realizing that it'd probably be the only time she'd ever be alone and not under a watchful gaze.

Her hands then covered her leaking eyes as distressed huffs continued to fall past her gasping mouth.

'stop..!' she thought to herself while she continued to cry. 'Enough..!' (f/n) added while choking on a cry that she'd attempted to swallow down.

The barked orders did nothing to ease her, and instead, lead her to remember the oldest comfort to her upset,

"- Mother will always hold you, clearing your tears with nothing but an abundant love."

Violently coughing out, (f/n) then shook her head, while slowly, her hands fell over her form, the warm palms running over her arms with pulsing, little squeezes being executed to feel something other than cold stiffness.

"- Never forget that mother will always be there," the celestial being murmured with words that dripped of sweet honey. "Right within your chest," she added with the same soothing affection.

"- NO," (f/n) sneered, shakenly lifting her hunched body off of the ground, and during the slow travel that led her from a defeated state to a wobbly, standing form, her cries mellowed into little, short hiccups.

Throwing her head back, the young woman then found herself gazing up at the ceiling as an abrupt silence graced the room.

"Oh mother," the sorrowing woman breathed, cooing out the address with a sickly sweet nature that would leave behind an overbearing, rotting flavor.

"Even after all of the tears, you've yet to appear," she mused while huffing, trying to stay sane through the heavy pulsing in her head.

"- And even after my banishment," she started, " Even after your abandonment, I still waited for you," she murmured as, steadily, her fingers danced over the buttons that pulled her dress together.

"Foolishly...I waited. But not any longer now," she assured the somber air.

"You still have my love, unfortunately," she said while her clothes pooled beneath her.

Bared, she then walked over to the only other room that connected to her current place of confinement.

Her fingers slowly trailed over the tub, her eyes marveling at the wooden finish with barely exiting intrigue.

As water filled the container with water that steamed and coated her body with the tender, misty, heat, a tired, yet gentle smile was roused in between her lonesome misery.

The strange calm she exhibited left her with question, but she preferred the empty feeling over the raking, powerful misery. Momentarily, she forgot about her sadness, and in that instance of sudden blank, peace, she didn't think about the man that would surely return for her.

Instead, she peacefully submerged her body into the comforting heat, and as she did a soft, low moan escaped her.

The stiffness in her body melted, and the ache over her body was flooded with relief that roused another little sound of bliss to escape.

With reddened, half-lidded eyes she scanned over her surrounding before her eyes were drawn to a little jar of collected, pink petals.

She was ashamed, yet in awe at how quickly her mood shifted, because as she caught sight of the sweet colored remains of the sweet, aromatic blossom, she giggled.

The sound was sweet and naïve, and eagerly, she peppered the bits over her bath.

Sinking further, and greedily relishing within the scented water, she giggled again, grateful for the small window of privacy and normality.

A stray tear was then wiped away as she enjoyed the moment to its fullest extent.

She shook her soaked hair, feeling giddy to use one of the little, scented vials to lather the (h/c) colored locks.

Time progressed, and before she knew it A stern knock then came from the room's main doorway, and with surprise, she jerked up from her serene melt.

She was quick to reach for A towel, the quick dry lasting only seconds before she reached for a long robe that hung in wait.

With a tightened knot, as well as a hand that tightly gripped her chest area as fiercely as possible, she swallowed down thickly before finally stepping close to the locked chamber's entrance.

"Yes..?" she nervously uttered before a woman's low, rumbling voice responded back.

" - Step back, and behave."

Obediently, (f/n) stood aside, and watched as the woman entered the room, and she cautiously observed her as she inched back from her at a safer distance.

The visiting female had dark hair was tied into a low ponytail, every strand following the same direction, her face unobscured by both the certain way her chin pointed up, as well as by the lack of dark strands to hide it.

With a tight bite to her lower lip, (f/n) then inched closer to the opened door, her knees angled in preparation with a sprint before another voice interjected,

" - You will eat," It commanded while its owner walked through the same entrance, holding a covered platter whose scent left a flavorful aroma that made the surprised, (h/c) haired young woman swallow down thickly.

The identical women's steps moved in sync, even while completing different tasks.

The first collected (f/n)'s clothing into a neat pile that was sung over her arm before she decided to address her again,

"This will be returned shortly," she assured her guest.

"Now," she breathed, "Eat," she murmured, and while she did, the twin that catered nodded in agreeance.

"- Show appreciation for our hospitality," the second said with an underline sneer before she found the exit.

She seemed uninterested to stay, unlike her counterpart who stayed behind, keenly watching the (h/c) haired female.

"Where is he?" (F/n) managed to ask, hoping she'd receive an answer from the stern seeming outworlder.

"He will be back shortly," the somber seeming lady informed her as she continued to silently stare down at (f/n), who, from her standpoint looked small and shaken.

"-But no worries, I will make sure to return these before then," she said with the presence of true hospitality woven in her tone, hidden deep within the sternness.

"Until then, behave," she then added the order spoken with advice, making (F/n) nod.

"Thank you," (f/n) breathed, daringly reaching out to the woman before she stopped before contact, instead, balling the offending hand close to her chest with apologetic, straying eyes.

"Thank you," she said again with a smaller tone as she offered a gentle smile, and in response, the towering woman nodded, accepting the appreciation, as well as dismissing her would-be touch.

With a silence that stuck, (f/n) sat down to eat, quietly picking at the food, that, was pleasant.

It was plated in a graceful manner, and much more, held a quality that reflected privilege, and it made her feel uneasy to leave even a bite untouched.

True to her word, it wasn't long before the first woman, who she'd learned was named Mei-Lin, returned.

She'd returned her clothing, as well as collected the empty platter before she left, allowing (f/n) the privacy she needed to change and wait for Black's inevitable return.

Her legs dangled from the tall bed, and she mindlessly swung them while she waited, unsure of what to really do next, because the lack of activities gave her the choice to either sit put or aimlessly pace, which she'd already done.

A handful of hours has accumulated since he first left her and after the fourth, he finally returned.

A single knock was executed before the doors opened and closed right behind him without any other move by him, and she'd then recalled that there hadn't been a lock to the door, only delicately crafted metal handles that probably only served the purpose of decoration.

'Sorcery...' she thought with falling shoulders, 'Of course,' she added, unsure of how she could get past the magic herself.

She watched him as he came through, right as his left hand crossed over to his chest to unclasp the holster to his rifle with a barely audible click that cut through the silence between them.

With a light pull that was done with his opposite hand, he then tugged at the loosely wrapped, black, and red-trimmed scarf, allowing it to simply hang over his shoulders rather than be wrapped around his neck.

After A soft blow of air, he then let the still holstered rifle lay on the seat that was placed near him before discarding the other accessory there too.

He then worked on his sleeveless button-up with furrowed brows, focusing on the many, little pesky clasps before her alarmed gasp cut through the calm air.

"Hey..." she started dumbly, "Ah, Hey! " She added with waving hands that called out to the man even while he looked down, unable to see them.

" Hey! What are you doing?!" She then hysterically shrieked out, being quick to scurry back until her back hit the headboard with so much force that it bounced from the wall and made a loud bang that nearly startled him, surprising him much more than the shrill yelp had.

He took a long, lasting pause before sighing, then responding to her in a deadpanned voice,

"What do you think?" He droned out in a dull tone while still working on his shirt, quickly coming to the final catch.

It was only until he came to the last button that he took the liberty to lift his chin and look up at her to take in her sight.

And what he found left him puzzled.

The woman looked terrified, almost shaking as she continued to glare at him with a frown that certainly constituted as a pout.

- an adorable one at that.

'What do I think?!' she wondered with distress that only heightened as she saw his hands skim down to his buckle.

Another little click echoed in the room and as it did, he heard the faintest of whimpers be released from the young woman as her little, balled body performed a short jump.

He then stopped, his overall stilled expression morphing into one of amusement as he put the pieces together, realizing just why she'd grown so alarmed, all to the point of squeezing herself far from him.

"Now, wait just a minute," He started, making a desperate, yet futile attempt to withhold his laughter. "Got somethin' in mind darlin?" he asked her, wanting to know exactly what scenario she thought was beginning to take place.

- Because she was far off.

Way off.

She silently shook her head, too tongue-tied to try and defend herself, resulting in a nervously executed nod that denied him any more reason to torment her.

"Ah," he nearly sang, "- Don't tell me," he started, "Is it that I'm the first man you get a good look at?" He asked her with a little devious glimmer to his eye as he began to question her.

"- Or," he then added, unable to hold back the expression because as he did, the muscles in his face twitched to let his inner amusement shine through no matter the resistance that battled it,

" Or did you think that I came in here to-"

"No!" she said quickly, not wanting him to finish up on his nasty thought, because she just knew what he'd say and try to imply.

The unfinished question made her teeth tighten, and simultaneously her hands clenched together as she glared hazardously at him,

"I didn't think of anything," she responded back, and of course, he didn't believe her. "I didn't expect anything!" she went on, hating how quickly she'd panicked, mortified with her initial overaction that she just couldn't control.

He hadn't even paid any mind to her, not even turning his nose her way, and her, being, well,

'Stupid!' She inwardly cried while steaming, had exaggerated.

Instead, he chose to ignore her denial, digging deeper just for the hell of it,

'Now that we're here,' he started, finding a reason to finally smile, his new brightened mood chasing away the former, bitter rigidity he'd presented to everyone outside in the form of a scowl.

"You haven't even gotten that far have you?" He asked her, certain of that much and saying it with so much assurance, that it was nearly insulting.

- no matter how true it was.

"That's not any of your business!" She cried out, the peep uttered with a higher pitch that made his grin broaden.

Her cheeks flushed, the provoked warmth dancing over her features and spreading like flames in the wilderness.

"I'll take that as a no," he said while hooking his right index into the side of the black, denim shirt that had a single row of buttonholes.

He then tugged at the material until the tucked-in edges slipped out from his pants,

" I guess I'll have to give you a good show then," he told her, the shirt soon slipping down from his shoulders where he let it carelessly fall, leaving her with the sight of his naked torso.

Her eyes grew wide, and he could see her (e/c) colored orbs glow with interest that left him smug.

He watched her bouncing irises attempt to move away, but not budging by much, and immediately going back into a place where they continued to watch the man strip.

His fingers then slowly skimmed down to his belt, his thumb deliberately brushing over the cool metal of his buckle while sharply eyeing the woman as her eyes were glued to his moving hands, trailing down from his broad chest to the dips and ripples of his defined abdomen.

He could tell she wanted to look away, and he reasoned that the better part of her consciousness existed, crying out for her to do the right thing and just avert her gaze.

However, a part of her that coexisted with the same moral mindfulness endured the coercion to righteousness and forced the woman to stay put and watch, giving into him.

She strayed her eyes from him for only a fraction of a second before they bounced right back to him, perversely staring with expectancy that amused him.

Unashamed, he then loosened the steel until it came undone, leaving him to unbutton his pants, index, and thumb taking hold of the zipper, dragging it down as leisurely possible, prolonging his entertainment throughout the act.

She was rendered to the last of her defenses which were flying hands that slapped over her face, dutifully covering her peepers with the same self-control a devious child had while unattended at a sweets store.

And it would have worked, he mused that it would have worked had she not continued to glance at him through the little spaces that separated each finger.

His head inclined back as he let out a hearty laugh that filled the room with the jovial sound.

He then shook his head before he reached over to his bag and pulled out a needle and thread that was stored in a container so small it was perfectly hidden in his tightened fist.

With the same arrogant grin, he then picked up his shirt before he looked back at her, lightly shaking the container for her to see,

" - A few buttons popped off earlier," he explained to her as he watched her deflate.

"I went along and got myself somethin' else to wear, but thought I should fix this one up anyways," he explained, and throughout the while, she could hear him, but wasn't truly listening.

Dumbly, she found difficulty finding her voice as miserably, her shoulders sank, slowly allowing her hands to fall down to her sides.

She stared at him in the same way a once gloating man would at the realization of defeat, and he relished in the sight.

"What's the matter darlin'?" he asked her coyly, watching as the settled disappointment morphed into annoyance real quick.

'He knew what he was doing,' She seethed, embarrassed, because, yeah, she'd started off wrong, but he followed long and he played with her, choosing to take the long, awful route that was sure to humiliate her.

"You seem alil... I don't know...disappointed?" he voiced out while he went to work, expertly working the first button before he moved on to the next.

"- Almost like you were expecting a lot more," he added with a scoff as he then worked on the second.

A shiver went through her, and he could see her bite her lower lip with frustration before she then turned from him.

Pouting, her arms crossed over her chest tightly as she pointed her nose in another direction, offing him a cold shoulder.

"Ahhh," Erron sounded out in a melodic manner, grinning all the while before he let out another full-spirited chuckle,

" - You thought I was really gonna give you the pleasure, right?" He then asked her, the question making her heart perform a sudden jump that was full of both excitement and anxiousness.

' - No, of course not,' she thought with existing shame that spoke otherwise, despising how much of a shift of emotions and reactions he managed to pull her through.

He then set aside his things, the little kit slipping back into his pocket as his restored top joined the rest of his things on the seat.

He then moved with purpose, a confident strut leading him to the large mattress where she huffed to herself.

slowly, his knee took rest on the end of the mattress before his other joined, making the bed hiss out a little squeak that brought her full attention to him.

"- Lil' missy..."He started addressing her in a way that made her body warm because he almost sounded like he was cooing.

"Don't lie to me," He murmured as crawled over to her, the man continuing to smile, his deep laughter dying out as he eyed how teary-eyed she looked while dealing with the shame.

A very small bit of him was touched by her helpless expression, eyeing it with a diversion that held a smaller exiting tenderness that fawned over how innocently sweet she was.

Because in his world, he seldom crossed paths with a woman so truly, sweetly alluring.

Her attempt wasn't to draw him, her nature holding authenticity.

However, the affection was then squashed,

'You've got no business lookin' so sweet,' He mused, keeping his eyes on her, watching as little by little the cutesy color that filled her face began to become more prominent.

His hand found her chin before taking a gentle hold of the point with a soft hand that showed a delicacy she instinctively melted onto.

Unwillingly, she softened down to his touch, and he capitalized with more of the kind brush.

His fingers curled beneath her jaw, each digit repeatedly brushing her skin, sweetly dragging his fingers beneath the delicate flesh as a darling manner he hadn't initially intended, but nonetheless proceeded to act with.

His thumb then pressed over her bottom lip, making it easy for him to feel the soft breath that left her parted mouth.

It was shuttered and low, and as he felt the warmth of it fan over his flesh, there was a falter within his chest that made his own breath stumble.

She didn't fight against him, nor did she immediately draw back, and it was something that caught him off guard, uncertain of what her motive was because by then she should have resisted.

Even if it was futile, she always found a way to bite back.

'What are you doing?' He thought while bothered, watching as she shied down, her glowing eyes hidden as she shut them after two coy blinks.

She cowered, yet leered into him and his hand, and it drew him in further, intrigued enough that he became easily entranced in his weakened state.

'If I sit still...' She started, ' What will you do?' She wondered, swallowing hard as she recalled what had happened before when he'd been so daringly pressed against her.

'Will you continue to touch me?' she wondered with a heavily bouncing heart that was fueled by anxiousness, having had the curiosity for a while.

' If I don't reject you... will you just stop? ' she inwardly mused.

' Do you tease me... because it's amusing? Because I recoil?

Because you just want to play with me?

Or do you...?

Do I...?

' She then stopped herself, not wanting to continue on the thought, though already suffering it's effect.

Again, she felt a soft heat spread throughout her body, the warmth that stayed causing her to sit in distress as he continued to taunt her.

"You Thought I'd really give those pretty eyes of yours something more to eat up, huh?" He then asked her in a low murmur, watching as she shook her head in denial, while impulsively, her legs pressed against each other with tight friction.

"No..." she breathed, a thickness present in her tone.

'Never,' She deemed without a shred of consternation, not leaving any room for doubt in her mind that would say otherwise because she was well aware that her body cried out with a different answer.

And somewhere within her chest, her heart found its own protest to her own denial, being the most foolish part of her because it was so easy to fool when it desperately yearned for a touch.

Painfully aware, she knew that if they all agreed in the same response, then it wasn't long before she stupidly gave into him.

'No...' She told herself, 'This isn't me... because I...

- No...' She thought helplessly.

" Look right at me darlin'," he told her. "Come on sugar," He beckoned her with an edgewise voice, one that was as thick and sweet as molasses.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with havin' a lil cravin' here and there," He mused aloud, as all the while she shook her head in denial.

'It' shouldn't be like this ,' She argued, ' Not him.' She told herself.

'- A cravin' here and there, that's all I've got for you,' he told himself, having maundered over the thought far longer than he cared to admit, because it was much easier to declare he felt a tickle of lust for her and nothing more.

'I can't possibly be affected by a man so appalling,' She told herself, an existing, nagging part of her mind continuously reminding her that the only reason she was stuck with him was because he took her from her home and forced her.

'Everything he does... it's only to hurt me.' She convinced herself.

'Everything he is... is a man meant to hurt others,' She went on, trying not to think about how much his warmth had calmed her throughout her sleep.

'There's no possible way I can actually be drawn to him!' She added with frustration, fighting against the feeling that threatened to take over her.

- The same one that melted her when she watched him express a warm smile.

'He made a fool of me!' She reminded herself. 'The last time I trusted him, he took advantage and toyed with me!' She then thought with growing fury, not willing to forget that scorn.

She huffed in aggravation and he mused that if it'd been more comical, she would have released steam.

"I hate you," She breathed, but soon after, she fell back onto the mattress, all while the glaring man crawled over her, caging her down with a large body that begged to melt over hers.

Humming, he ignored the spite, instead focused on the give her body displayed as it contradicted the very words that left her and were meant to scathe him and draw him back.

She quivered as his hand landed on her hip, then shuttering as it ran down her leg, soon meeting flesh as it fell down far enough to find the end of her skirt.

she felt his gloved fingers trail back up her leg, the digits soon finding her hidden thigh, and once he crept up more, mere inches from where she knew the edge of her panties rested, she jumped, words flying out of her mouth in a quick breath,

"Y- You're nothing without your guns!" She barked at him with full frustration, the cry rising an amused chuckle out of him as she started to wiggle.

He'd been willing to ignore just about any little insult she could throw at him, but her little jab at him made him react because it hadn't been the first time he'd been shot with it, and it was then that his venture stopped, the traveling hand moving to grasp her chin again, forcing to look at him properly.

"Oh really?" he jeered, entirely too distracted by her little shot at him.

He was well aware of what her aim was, and even then he took the bait, unable to leave it at just that because it nagged at his pride.

"They're a dishonorable way of fighting," She continued, serving him yet another judgment he'd sat through before, all from more 'righteous' beings.

"Rather be deadly, than honorable," He reasoned, being a survivalist, willing to come out on top no matter what method.

- He hadn't lived as long as he had simply because he played nice.

"Those are just the words of a coward," She argued back, "A coward who has no virtue," She then added.

"A coward who's rotten, and vile and-" She was cut off as his hand covered her mouth, quickly shutting her starting, passionate speech down.

Her (e/c) colored eyes narrowed at him, and he could see the insult that swirled within them, forcing a grin out of him, the moment still being enjoyed even while she aimed to bother him.

One of her hands flew to strike his face, but being quicker, he evaded it by knocking it away with a single arm that quickly pinned it down, her forearm soon landing right to the side of her head.

His opposite hand moved to the other, not taking a chance at more retaliation, and all in good timing because it thwarted her plan to use it in spite.

"Honey you're fit to be tied, " He told her sounding all too delighted, unable to hide the playfulness in his voice, " A woman as seethin' as you is better held down," He added while occupying his two hands with holding her wrists down.

"Otherwise, you'd do something nasty to me," He said while grinning, finding focus on her reactions instead.

"Right?" he breathed.

"You know it's the truth!" She said to him, insisting that his only good trait was spinning his guns.

"You just spin your little toys and shoot a good shot every now and then!" She went on, a rabid grin on her face, purposely taunting him, finding her own sort of glee in seeing the quick flashes of irritation that didn't allow his amusement to last long.

"Spin 'em?"He asked her with a haughty laugh, and while he'd overlooked it, she noticed there was a hard, repetitive twitch to his brow that was evidence of her provocation.

'You're really itchin' to get a rise out of me, huh?' He mused while locking eyes with her.

" Honey," he purred, " I make em' sing," He assured her. "Just as easily as I can make you howl," He then added before fully caging her down.

There was absolutely no way she could squirm herself out from under him as he held her down, the very idea amusing him, and crossing her because it just meant he was so much stronger than her.

It proved that it was much more than a little talent to play with pistols that had her at his mercy, and they both knew it.

The sight of the shirtless man left her weakened, and while she'd tried to look away she'd been unsuccessful, getting a good look, and locking the image in her mind.

The vision stayed, living for her as she shut her eyes, trying to not grant him the glory of having her ogle him again.

'When you talk like that...' He started, 'So full of yourself...so brave and challenging',' he huffed.

'Like this,' he breathed lowly, ' Close...so close,' he added with a slow intake of breath that served to try and calm him, but did the opposite.

'Too close,' he silently exhaled.

'You sure are getting a rise out of me...though, not quite like how you'd expect, ' he thought while leaning down to her neck.

'What's your secret?' he then wondered, inhaling the sweet smell again, wanting to know why the delicate fragrance still remained.

He could smell the floral scent that clung over her, and he knew that it was from her earlier bath, but past the odor, there was one that lingered beneath.

It was masked by the earlier wash, but at the proximity, he could easily capture the remaining musk.

the fragrance worked as a sweet pheromone that drugged him, dosing his body with her essence, an inescapable, unforgettable imprint that only reminded him of his earlier encounter with her and the craving he was left with.

His mouth damn near watered, and with a low pant, he fanned his warm breath other her chilled flesh before he daringly pressed his mouth over a chosen small, enticing patch of flesh.

The tip of his tongue escaped his parted mouth, flickering over her (s/c) colored flesh daringly, selfishly pressing down.

The hitch in his breath was unmistakable, and mindlessly, his body reacted, magnetized to her furthermore, and without hesitation, he let his hips jerk down, pressing himself to her in a way that forced a squeal out of her.

She could feel something thick and hard fall into the soft part of her that had pooled, and there was a shameful throbbing to her womanly bits that left her anxious for something more.

'W-what is..?' she stopped herself, quickly understanding after he rolled his hips down to hers again, the slow, dragged-out movement pressing onto the softness of her lower self without remorse.

Meanwhile, his tongue lay flat on her neck, gracing all of his buds with her taste. He stayed, torturing her with the lasting press that fastened her quick breaths into labored pants that morphed into soft moans.

It was then that he relented and the nuzzling became more innocent.

He instead opted to run the point of his nose along the side of her jaw, filling every breath he took with more of her.

Little shockwaves struck her very core, all ignited by the hardness that tightly pressed itself to her pulsing heat.

And the low, rumbling sounds of his exited breaths didn't help one bit.

Though clothed, she squirmed as he applied pressure to a certain little spot that made her body jerk back to his.

He released a low hiss, the noise being a subdued moan of his that he'd forced back from escaping at its true volume.

And by then her breaths became labored, the subtle, little lift to her own hips that continued not going unnoticed.

'Shit...' he thought while taking hold of her hips, grasping the thickness with fingers that selfishly dug into the softness of her body.

The throbbing hardness begged for more, for closer contact, and it made his mind blank, the void of non-existing thoughts infected by the blinding desire that left him hungry for more of her.

His daring hand then moved and searched for more, his unkindly pressing fingers dragging over the tempting flesh as it inched beneath her skirt, gravitating towards a heated core that he felt desperation to sink into.

Her hands ventured with desire as well, but one that was much more naïve, not knowing what to touch, but having the want to, either way, pleasure reached through the desperate grabs she made.

His body was larger than hers,

' Strong...' she started, 'manly,' she dumbly added, not knowing what else she could interject, her mind too focused on the feel of his running hands as well as the warm, soft texture of his naked flesh as it was kneaded by her smaller ones.

Manly was the only word she could surmise while stuck in mind-numbing bliss that clouded her better senses.

Her right leg slipped beneath his own as he moved, and instinctively, it hooked over his waist as she felt the need to have him closer.

A breathless moan escaped her, and with half-lidded eyes that nearly hid blackened orbs, he moved on his own instinct, willing to seal it all with a desperate press.

His lips hovered over hers, but just before they met, she had a short window of clarity.

For just a fraction of a second, she could see through the fogginess that had clouded everything else and had only let her focus on the overwhelming desire.

With wide eyes that sparkled with remains of the stupefying lust, she turned away, her face snapping away to avoid the intimate touch.

Warm lips landed on the softness of her cheek, and with stun, she rapidly blinked her (e/c) colored eyes while stuck in a momentary paralysis as she realized how far they'd gone.

- And much worse, how much more she had been willing to allow.

Once she turned away, his deliriousness lasted, leaving him dazed until, slowly, he came out of the heavy spell.

'- What just...?'

Her tangled limbs weighed down, and she pressed herself to the mattress, not wanting any more contact with him, afraid of falling back and acting upon what was left to be desired.

There was an unbearable frustration that came with not going any further, and she detested all of which called her back.

"let me put it in a language you'd understand," She started, licking her lips in a way that made him eye them with a hunger that was still present in him even as he retreated after the kiss.

Haggardly breathing, (f/n) tried to find her voice, and much more a certainty that would make it seem firm,

"Y-You're a one-trick pony, cowboy." She spat out, quickly turning back to him, trying to ignore just how close he was, desperately attempting to try and force out the powerful, dominating desire that wanted to take the reins again.

'This one's on me,' he mused with chagrin, willing to take the hard loss of control with as much summoned dignity he could because it wasn't how things were supposed to go.

None of it had been in his plans.

'you shouldn't be able to do this,' he inwardly cursed, despising how, in spite of his position that had him pinned her down, she was in charge.

Always, whenever he dared to, no matter how prepared he was certain he was, she found a way to conquer him.

She beckoned him.

She had him spellbound, and not the other way around.

' You still don't realize it do you?' he thought with annoyance, yet somewhat of an appreciation for the very obliviousness because it just meant that, he could salvage the authority he had over her.

"Darlin..." he nearly hissed, "- Wanna make a bet?" He then offered her with a sardonic tone.

"I'm a bettin' man, and I'll make your little words lose any bit of truth they could ever hold," He said with certainty.

"I've got just two strapped to me right now," he informed her, referring to the weapons that were still holstered to each side of his waist.

"-So, take one," he told her.

"Hold it with you. Toss it aside." he then suggested. "Do with it what you want, because I'm not gonna use it anyways." He informed her.

"I won't use any of my ...toys," he murmured with the ending being sneered out.

"- I have no need for them, especially when it comes to you," he arrogantly scoffed.

"Now go on ahead sweetheart, run from me." he advised, " Take the upper hand if you wanna call it that, and get a head start, " He continued to command.

" I'll just catch you again," He said with the utmost confidence.

" Is this another sick joke?" she asked him with a tremor in her voice that pleased him,

"- because I'm not willing to fall for any of your games!" She added.

"Nah," he breathed, "This ain't a game," he murmured while he pressed his mouth to her lobe, speaking with the same thickness that forced her to shiver.

'That's it,' he thought while slowly regaining his dignity.

"Reach for em' darlin'," He told her. "Wrap your lil' fingers around the whole thing and hold it nice and tight," he said while taking hold of her hand, leading it down beneath his waist.

He could feel the shivering in her body as her hand brushed past the prominent bulge, and chuckling, he breathed out a sorry excuse for a word of remorse,

"Whoops," he murmured, not at all sorry.

Once she took hold of the weapon strapped to his side, he crawled back, slowly easing himself off from her with a confident grin as he presented her with the sight of his raised, empty hands.

His chin then pointed to the entrance where he moved to.

His right hand balled before he tapped on the door, allowing both to open.

He stood aside one of the sides and simply watched her as he kept the entrance available for her to walk through.

She then stood up on shaking legs, glaring at him the entire time, the open, defenseless stance he took somehow, appearing threatening either way.

'Why is he doing this?' she asked herself as she retreated towards the doorway, never taking her eyes off of him, despising how untroubled he seemed.

' - he's proving a point,' she then convinced herself, quickly coming to the conclusion. ' he's proving to me why he was sent. ' She added.

'-That no matter what I do...he'll always be on top.

He'll always be able to do with me what he wants,' She inwardly spoke with distress.

'-But he took the bait,' She thought with growing faith, grateful that the opportunity had finally come to her.

As she took her chance, he watched her bolt, sprinting like a helpless rabbit that weaved through the wilderness, the small creature knowing nothing but to flee from the violence.

Once he watched her disappear down the hall, he shook his head before he released a shaken, low breath as he returned into the room, leaving the doorway for anyone to be welcomed.

After all, it didn't matter by then when she'd fled.

"If only he knew ... " He started, referring to the man that'd lead him to her, the same one who'd trusted him to simply do the job.

'If he knew I'd touched his precious goddess,' He went on, memorizing her scent, her feel, her softness just beneath him.

"Oh darlin', You're gonna get me in trouble," He muttered lowly.

A few moments later a single knock graced the wide-opened door.

Near silent steps approached the entrance, stopping shortly from fully entering the chambers.

Almond-shaped black orbs looked over the empty room before they finally settled toward him, and silently, he extended his arm out in wait.

"As you requested," Mei-Lin said while she approached him, handing him a black, with red-trimmed jacket, not all too different in design from his previous shirt.

He chose to wear it instead, and zipped it up before clasping the little silver button on it's edge to properly wear it.

He then took his time in packing his gear, making certain every strap and zip was perfectly done.

And all the while, she stood there, watching him, curious as she lightly cocked her head to the side.

"Did you let her go?" she questioned him with an arch to her dark brow that picked up the sharp, well-groomed front up high.

He snickered as his hand felt nothing but air while at his side, not meeting the touch of cool metal that was always there to accompany him.

" Must have been hard for you to Pull in your horns while I was away," he lowly responded, easily able to sniff out her truth, knowing that (f/n)'s leave pleased her.

She momentarily bowed her head, hiding the tight press she forced upon her lower lip as she held in her words, choosing wisely.

" I hope she flees from you," she voiced, "That she finds refuge in a better realm," she went on.

" Away from you.

Away from all of the evil that surrounds people like you," she said with a low rumble as she started to clean the room.

" By hook or crook she was runnin' out of here...am I right?" He said with narrowed eyes.

" If it is destined to be, then she shall, " she said with eyes that narrowed at him.

"But I wouldn't have been the one to aid her," she said with loathing, accepting that she wouldn't have ever have had the courage to do so.

"I know my place, as know yours," She added while viciously glaring at him, well aware that he was one of Shao Kahn's favorites, even while being an earthrealmer.

He then brushed past her, snickering.

" A search dog roaming lands that he should have never stepped foot upon," she sneered,

"...Aiding the cause of a tyrant, and whatever evil pays him," she added with utter malice, her obsidian eyes welling with a spiteful gloss.

"I hope you never find her," she breathed, "I pray upon the elder gods that she escapes you."

He hummed in return, dismissive of her claim, unconcerned by the ramblings of a delusional woman who, in spite of all the chaos, still believed that wishing would solve her problems.

Did she really think that her prayers would be acknowledged, when, she lived in a realm that was nothing but masses of conquered realms and gathered species that were taken in as trophies?

He'd served the villain himself, and he saw nothing but spoils, so why would he ever take heed to such a foolish threat?

" - We'll be back soon," he informed her, going out in pursuit, the stalking wolf willing to take in the pleasures of sinking his fangs into the fleeting rabbit.

Next Part : 

[rosa-berberifolia]

Positive|Mortal Kombat x Reader|Erron Black x Reader

A/N: the next part in the EB series

Be Warned: Nothing here but always be wary of clowns…those fuckers are creepy as shit!

Word Count: 3000 and change

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It had been just over a month since you and Erron had confessed your love for each other. Erron had taken a couple of jobs here and there just to keep up his funds. But he always came back to you.

You were looking at your calendar worriedly. Your period was late. By a whole nine days. And that was when it hit you. Erron came inside you when you made love for the first time, and you definitely forgot to make the potion to cancel out pregnancy. ‘Oh fuck.’ You thought to yourself and immediately went to pick the herbs and gather the other ingredients you’d need to test for pregnancy.

You mixed the powders and a you went to the bathroom on it. If it changed colour after a couple of minutes then you were pregnant. If not, then you were in the clear. You sat on the toilet nervously waiting for the timer to go off, purposefully not looking at the test while you waited.

Then you heard the ding and you turned to look at the concoction. What started out yellow was now bright blue. “Fuck.” You said aloud to yourself.

///

Erron came home and he looked around the house for you. Not seeing you in the open living spaces he went to the bedroom to find you. He entered the room and looked around. He didn’t see you in there but noticed that the bathroom door was ajar. He knocked on it quietly and pushed the door open wider. You were sitting on the bath tub holding your sides and crying quietly.

“Darlin’, what’s the matter?” He asked as he immediately knelt down in front of you taking your hands in his. You just shook you head and continued to cry trying not to look at him. But he took your face in his hands and reached up to kiss away the tears on your cheeks. “Sunshine, tell me what’s going on.” He urged.

“No.” You said your voice shaking. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

Erron took off his mask and let it fall to the ground. He looked up at you with concern written all over his handsome face. “Why would I leave you? There’s nothing you could do to make me want to leave you.” He assured. He lifted his hand to brush your hair back. “C’mon doll. Tell me what’s happening.”

You looked at him solemnly. You decided that he had a right to know. That it was only fair that you told him. So you sniffled and gulped, then sighed before you said, “I’m pregnant.”

Erron’s face froze in shock. He didn’t move or say anything for a minute, and you took this as a bad reaction. You started sobbing, not caring if he saw you.

Erron shook his head briefly to come back to reality. “A-are you sure?” he asked slowly. You nodded sadly. You were sure that he would leave you. But to your astonishment a large smile spread across his face. “I’m gonna be a father?!”

You just nodded at him, rather confused by this reaction. But Erron just laughed and took off his hat and ran his fingers over his head looking positively ecstatic. But then he saw your face, eyes puffy and red from crying and all of his happiness was halted.

“Wait, what’s wrong babe?” He asked putting his hands back on yours. “You don’t want it?” he said and for the first time since you’ve known him he looked genuinely terrified. He wanted this baby. He wanted to start a family with you. And he was scared that you didn’t want the same things.

“No, I do…I thought you wouldn’t.” You confessed, still not entirely up to speed on his joy at the situation.

“Are you kiddin’ me darlin’?!” He said with a laugh. He leaned in to kiss you deeply. “It’s all I ever think about. Having a family with you.” Seeing his smile and the absolute cheer behind his eyes made you perk up but ultimately start crying from happiness.

“Really?” You asked smiling.

“Scout’s honour.” He promised.

///

Erron was gone again while he worked a job to add to your finance pool. His plan was that he would be home constantly during your last trimester and for the first six months or so after the baby was born. It was your second ultrasound and you brought your brother, Johnny with you. You didn’t want to be alone for it. Erron had been there for your first, and you had never seen him so elated or teary eyed than the day when the technician showed the two of you the small bean growing inside of you. You wished that he could be here for the second one to determine the baby’s sex, but you knew that what he was doing was necessary if you wanted to live comfortably after the baby was born.

You were already late to your appointment. You and Johnny got out of the car and rushed inside the doctor’s office. Johnny held out his hand for you to take. You were twenty two weeks pregnant, and he was already treating you like a porcelain doll. When you had told him about your pregnancy, other than being shocked and previously oblivious to your and Erron’s relationship, he was ecstatic that he was finally going to be an uncle, and he took every opportunity to dote and fawn over you.

You walked to the lady at the desk. “Y/n L/n. I’m sorry I’m late I-“ The woman stopped you before you could continue.

“Please take a seat, you will get called in shortly.” She said not giving two fucks about why or even that you were late. You nodded and took a seat with Johnny helping you to put your butt own on the chair. After a moment, your doctor came walking down the hallway.

“Ah, Ms. L/n. Mr. Cage. Please, come in.” She said motioning for you to come down the hallway. Johnny helped you stand up and you groaned and rubbed your baby bump. You had started showing a couple months ago, but it was really visible now. You weren’t sure if you cared what the sex was. You really just wanted it to be healthy. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself and you walked in with the doctor.

You gasped in surprise when you entered the room. Sitting next to the bed was Erron, looking worn and tired as ever. You left Johnny’s arms to run up and hug Erron.

“Easy, darlin’.” He said as he gingerly wrapped his arms around you.

“I thought you weren’t back for a few days yet.” You said but it was really more of a question. He kissed your lips and then your forehead.

“You think I’d miss this?!” He asked enthusiastically, practically beaming at you. He looked up to Johnny and held out his hand for him to shake. “Thank you for being here for her.” He said and Johnny took his hand while nodding at him.

You got onto the bed and lifted up your shirt. You were five months along and by golly was your tummy getting big. The round bump growing was now firm and obvious. The doctor squirted the gel onto your stomach while Erron sat beside you holding your hand and Johnny was sat beside Erron. Everyone watched the screen intently.

The doctor ran the wand along your skin and you all gasped and sighed in amazement as you recognized the shapes of two little feet on the screen. The doctor continued to point out parts of the baby to you as she checked all of the items on her list to show you and to check the development of them. Finally she froze the frame on the screen and pointed to it.

“Do you see this area here?” She asked pointing to the space between the baby’s legs at the hips. You all looked at her waiting for her to continue. “By now we would see a wee little nub growing if it were a boy.” The three of you looked at her expectantly. But then a smile erupted on your face.

“So, it’s a girl?!” You asked excitedly.

“It’s a girl.” The doctor confirmed.  Erron exploded with laughter and loud holler.

“I’mma be a daddy to a baby girl!” He exclaimed. Johnny smiled wider than you’d seen from him since Cassie was born. He patted Erron on the back. Erron ran his hands through his hair thrilled before leaning in to give you a big kiss. The doctor wiped the goop off of you before you pulled your shirt back down and sat up. You wrapped your arms around Erron’s neck as he lifted you from under your arms to spin you around once before setting you on the ground.

“Care with the belly.” The doctor warned.

Erron kissed you and said, “I love you, baby girl.” Before he crouched down and put his hands and forehead on your stomach.

“And I love you too, so much, my baby girl.” He said and then kissed your rounding belly.

///

Erron came home one night after a short mission to Outworld. It was dark in the house and silent as the grave…except for snoring he heard coming from the bedroom. He shook his head and chuckled to himself. You snored. Not that he cared any. It would take a nuclear blast to wake him from his sleep. But he never told you and never would tell you that since becoming pregnant, your snoring volume increased exponentially.  As far as he was concerned, you slept like an angel.

He walked to the doorway of the bedroom but was confused when he saw the bed stripped and empty. He turned on the light and looked around. On the other side of the room, behind the bed, the sheets and blankets were laid out on the floor. He walked over to see you sound asleep. He laughed quietly to himself and went to turn the light off.

Erron took off all of his guns and belts, and then his clothes to be how he usually sleeps. He walked over to your sleeping form and got down on the ground next to you, snuggling beside you as he got under the blanket. You woke up briefly from your sleep to look at him through hazy eyes.

“Mm, you’re back.” You said happily as you moved closer to him. Erron wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer to him.

“Why are you on the floor, sunshine?” He asked quietly before placing a kiss to your temple.

“Back hurts less here than on the bed.” You explained before drifting off to sleep. Erron pressed his cheek to the top of your head and laughed to himself again.

“I love you.” He whispered to you although you couldn’t hear as you were fast asleep. You hummed softly as if you were saying, ‘I love you too.’

///

You watched as Erron put in the last nail into the wall. When you had told him about the baby he immediately started planning to put in a new room to your house. He took only a few more higher paying jobs before he came home with all of the supplies to build the addition that would be the baby’s room. And even though you were shocked to see him like this, you couldn’t be more thrilled.

“I’m thinking yellow…or green.” He said. You smiled. He was very into planning for this baby. You smiled and nodded.

“Either would be nice.” You agreed.

“And I was thinking of names.” He said as he patched up the hole where the nail was with filler. He sanded it down as he looked back at you. You watched his muscles in his shoulders move as he worked. Hot damn! Being pregnant and having your hormones out of whack made you horny as hell. Erron recognized that glint in your eyes and chuckled. “Like what you see, darlin’?”

You nodded and bit your lip. He turned and put down the sand paper. Dusting his hands off he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, careful of your pregnant belly.

“Well, how about I show you more?” He said seductively into your ear. You raised your eyebrows at him in surprise. You would love nothing more than for him to take off his clothes and pound you into oblivion, but you couldn’t because of your baby girl. Erron started to pull you to your bedroom. “Why don’t I remind you all that I can do with my tongue?” He more ordered than asked. You could only nod excitedly as you let him lead you to the bed.

///

You were in the kitchen stirring a pot of brewing potion. You swayed from side to side, letting your weight transfer from leg to leg. When you stood with your weight on both legs at once, for some reason, it hurt your back incredibly. You were seven and a half months pregnant. And heavy as fuck.

Erron sat in the living room, which had unofficially turned into his gun room since staying at home all the time.  You didn’t mind though. You just didn’t like it when he would test the aiming mechanisms in the house. You were afraid he might accidentally shoot through the walls or worse. So the back yard had turned into a gun range. Your neighbors were not too pleased with it.

You groaned quietly as you swayed at the stove. It caught Erron’s attention. He stood up and walked up behind you and put his arms around you and started to sway with you.

“You dancin’, darlin’?” He asked you in joking manner.

“My back just hurts is all. All this extra weight in the front has my lower back jacked up.” You explained to him.

“Hmm.” He said and clicked his tongue like he was thinking for a moment. Then his hands came down to the bottom of your pregnant belly and gently lifted your stomach up a little, taking all of the weight off of your back. Immediately the pain was alleviated. You sighed in relief and let your head fall back against Erron’s chest.

“Better?” He asked giving the top of your head a quick peck.

“Mm, holy shit, yes.” You said sighing again, just enjoying the feel of not having to carry that weight for a moment, and then having Erron’s toned and muscled chest behind you, breathing in his smell of gunpowder and leather. “Thank you.” You added.

“Of course. I’ll always take care of my girls.” He said calmly. You reached up your arms behind you to wrap around Erron’s neck, strangely hugging him. He chuckled as he rested his mouth on the top of your head. The two of you continued swaying in each others’ arms for quite some time.  

///

The clock read 3:18 AM as Erron sat up in the bed looking for you. You weren’t in bed and he could tell that the light was on on the other side of the door. He got up and walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen to find you sitting at the dining table with a tub of ice cream, quietly crying to yourself.

“Sweetheart?” He asked rushing to you to sit down beside you. He brushed the hair back from your forehead. “What’s going on?” He urged you.

“I’m fat!” You cried waving your spoon around as you spoke. You took another mouthful of ice cream but continued to speak anyway, “I’m gross! My ankles are the size of watermelons! And I’ve got so many stretch marks I look like a topographical map of Arizona!” You said moving your legs out to show that they were indeed swollen.  And yes, you did have some really noticeable stretch marks. But you were also eight months pregnant.

Erron sighed and got up from his chair. He came to you and held out his hands for you to take. You reluctantly put down your ice cream and took his hands. You groaned as he pulled you to your feet.  He walked you to the middle of the kitchen, then went to the music player and selected a song.  He came back and put one of your hands on his shoulder while one of his found the small of your back. His other hand grabbed your free one as he started to sway you to the music.

Have you ever seen a prairie wind

Make a wave on a wheat field bringing needed rain

Have you ever seen a mama stop

A baby’s cry with just the touch and a whisper of his name

When she looks at me

That’s what I see

She’s beautiful like that

As you two moved to the words in the kitchen you couldn’t help but cry at the lyrics. The way that Erron held you and looked at you with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes made you feel truly beautiful… even with the weight, and the ankles, and the stretch marks.

“You will always be nothing but absolutely beautiful to me. Do ya hear me darlin’?” He said as he cupped your face. He bent down to give you a deep kiss and then moved to your cheeks to kiss away the tears there. “You’re growin’ our baby girl in there.” He said referring to your tummy with his head. “So that makes you a walking goddess as far as I’m concerned.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words and lean to put your head on his chest while you two finished dancing to the song. At the end you shared another kiss before putting the ice cream away, heading back to bed, for the last restful sleep you would get for a long time.

[plasticnightmaredoll]

This blog is no longer active

I have decided to “close” this blog because I don’t have the time or energy to invest in it anymore, and haven’t even been on Tumble in months. I’ll keep the blog up just in case I come back.

Blog/Self Intro

I figured this might be easier than flooding my blog header description with content.

About Me

My online alias is Goji Hime. 

Pronouns are she/her.

Header image is a commission completed by @stillfuckinbetterthanyou and features Telltale Riddler, me, and Silco. 

Avatar is me from the same commission piece.

Massive fan of Lady Gaga.

Happy gamer who can’t game for crap lol.

I’m a self-shipper/fictosexual, and my f/os are listed on my masterlist page as well as in this post. I’m happy to share my f/os as well, so no worries!

The weird title for my blog can be explained as follows: “Plastic” and “Doll” are from “Plastic Doll,” one of my favorite songs by Lady Gaga, and my favorite song off of her Chromatica album. The song also hits me in a personal way that I won’t go into here. “Nightmare” is present in my blog title because I like horror games and movies, and I love Doom, which has always had a “Nightmare” mode of gameplay. 

Do Not Interact

DNI if you hate reader-insert writings and/or canon character x o/c pairings. I mean, follow if you want but don’t be mean about these kinds of writings, is what I’m saying.

DNI if like pairings with and/or post content involving underage characters.

DNI if you are extremely possessive of your s/os and don’t like the idea of sharing them.

DNI if you don't like self-shippers and/or fictosexuals.

DNI if you are racist, sexist, and/or are trans/ace/aro/pan/biphobic.

DNI if you hate animals/support animal cruelty.

DNI if you are intent on causing drama. I will shut that shit down.

DNI if you are a hard-core BlackCage (Erron Black x Cassie Cage) fan, and/or are a die-hard Cassie Cage fan. And don’t come bitching to me about either of these. I don’t want to fucking hear it.

About My Writing

Here is a masterlist of writings, headcanons, drabbles, etc. for your viewing pleasure =D

Here is a link to my AO3 account as well.

I tend to write (female) reader insert works, but will once in a while use an o/c.

Feedback and constructive criticism of my work is encouraged! Just don’t be a dick.

I don’t take requests, though, for my writings, just fyi. If I ever do, I’ll be sure to make a post about it and will update this one.

Sometimes, I am inspired be other people’s works, and I will mention it in any case where this is so.

I don’t write or support pairings involving underage characters.

I also DO NOT write pairings in such a way that involves non-consensual content or abusive behavior, or tries to “romanticize” such things. Some possessiveness and jealousy can be present in some of my works but nothing that is terrifying and/or creepy.

That being said, if I ever do write fics or h/cs that would involve non-con material, abuse, severe depression, etc. I swear, I will post a warning before the writing, for one, and I won’t use such material for “shock value” nor do I intend to write such content in a disrespectful, immature manner. I take these things seriously, so, if I put anything of the sort in a fic, there’s a reason, and it’s, again, NOT for shock value.

There are some age gap pairings I do support and follow (i.e. one of my OTPs is Eggy Unwin x Harry Hart from the “Kingsman” movies), and sometimes I write stuff involving age gap pairings, BUT, thanks to a kind user, I promise that I will try to remember to post a disclaimer stating if the fic involves an age gap pairing AND what the age gap is. This way, no one who is uncomfortable with such content is caught off guard while reading, which can be upsetting, I understand.

If I ever forget to post some sort of trigger warning for a fic or set of h/cs, then by all means, message me and let me know so I could update tags and warnings accordingly. I wouldn’t intentionally forget to do such a thing, but accidents happen, and I don’t want people to feel upset by my work when it could be avoided.

[malicedragoness]

Mortal Kombat Drabble Lottery Round 2! CLOSED!

Welcome to the Mortal Kombat Drabble Lottery Round 2! I am your host Malice Dragoness!

This will be different from the first Drabble Lottery, in the aspect that you can pick whichever character and any prompt you want. There is still only 15 spots available.There could be more depending on how the lottery is going.

Here is how the lottery will work.

1. This is first come first served. So only the first 15 people will be able to get a drabble. Once there’s 15 people, I will update this post that the lottery is CLOSED! And in a new post announce who made it in with their chosen character/s. If you didn’t make it, you will have to wait until a new lottery begins, or when I take requests again. No exceptions.

2. In order to get your spot saved and make sure you’re in the Lottery, REPLY to this post! Tell me what character/s you want on the reply, and your spot will be saved. (Examples: Jacqui X Takeda. Erron Black. Kabal X F!Reader)

3. For the Prompts: You can either reply to the post as to what you want me to write. (Examples: Jacqui X Takeda wholesome fun day at the beach. Erron Black has a day off. Kabal X F!Reader First date). 

OR you can message me or send an ask to my inbox if you feel little shy having everyone see the prompt you want. And remember, it’s ANYTHING you want.

4. I will fill the prompt and tag you in it once it’s posted! I will most likely message you as well since I get a little giddy when I make posts for you guys. =D

RULES:

- ANY character you want! If it’s a character I’m not too familiar with, I will message you and see what we can work out. 

- ANY prompt you want! NSFW, SFW, friendships, pairings, reader inserts, what ever floats your boat. If you have an OC, let’s talk and see what we can work out.

- Word Limit: 300 - 1,000 words. Now 1,000 words is NOT A LOT. So keep that in mind when you’re thinking of your prompt.

- What’s NOT acceptable: Non consent, underage stuff, incest. I have the right to refuse any prompt I wish. These are drabbles that I do in my spare time in order to have fun with awesome fans like yourselves, and to improve my writing. So if I don’t wish to do a certain prompt because it makes me uncomfortable, let’s talk and see what else we can do.

- If you entered in first Drabble Lottery, you may enter again. 

If any other writers would like to use this idea to get your creative spirit in gear, then please use it! If you could please throw a shout out my way, it would be greatly appreciated. If this is the first time seeing my Drabble Lottery, here’s a link to Round One to see what we did last time for the rules.

Now that everything is said and done. Let the lottery begin!

[kusagrasskusa]

Erron Black X Innocent! Reader

I...am a sucker for bebe s/o and big strong manly manz so yeah. These are shitty simple headcannons though to appease my wiplist. Do expect a better Erron Black X Reader in the future though! I already had a long story ready but it's on a halt because too much is happening this week.

Lemme just put a "readmore" here so I can go through my posts faster-- and for some of those who post long ass amazing works of art but never put a readmore, you can do it by putting :readmore: then pressing enter.

A fucking deadly cowboy who's basically immortal and had basically seen every type of person there could be wouldn't he expected to fall in love with someone who doesn't even understand the concept of losing a loved one.

Erron loves girls who can handle themselves and take control of the situation. In a way, Y/N can kinda do that-

Y/N's puppy eyes and sad voice is enough to make anyone feel even a bit of sympathy. And when she cries, anyone would break their character and come to comfort this beBe!

Her gentleness and happiness just pulls on people's heartstrings like a motherfucker. It might just be some special aura she was born with that effects people so much idk

When our cowboy spoke to you for the first time, it was a normal flirtatious greeting he'd give to most ladies. And when Y/N cocked her head, widened her eyes and blushed, he felt himself blushing a little too.

"Howdy little lady, what's a fine gal like yourself doin' 'round these parts? You look too pretty to be around here," he spoke, referring to being close to being around the Black Dragon base.

The two were in a small pond nearby; and considering no one else knew where this pond was, he knew she must be part of the Black Dragon.

She grew so red and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, stumbling over her words. Erron usually expected small smiles but damn, Y/N's adorable face really caught his eye.

They had small conversation about the pond before Y/N had to leave. Erron was thinking of her for the rest of that day.

And then the next day came along.

Kano was showing off where he gets his clothes made to some of his priority employees, such as Erron, and the only worker on the dressing rooms was Y/N.

"Hi, Kano— Oh, Erron, hi! :D" She called out lovingly. Erron was thankful for his mask as his cheeks suddenly grew red as his mind became confused.

He was so damn confused- how is this childish adult able to speak to sweetly and happily as if he and Kano weren't killers? Why is she so excited too?

The excitement in her voice whenever he came to visit her in the dressing rooms was intoxicating to him.

Erron grew to see her everyday and then finally, he decided to take her out on a little fancy "friendly meeting" one day.

He was sure to bring roses, which Y/N loved. He complimented her adoringly, and she would compliment him equally so. He had stored alcohol for her to try out, however he knew she didn't drink.

Whenever the event was over, Erron prepared to ask her to be his baby. But instead, she hugged him tightly and squealed, "Thank you so much for the great night! You're the best friend ever Erron!"

Later in bed, he thought about how she didn't understand it was a date. Goddammit-

Then the next day came.

The two would engulf in a giant hug whenever Y/N would confess that after the "friendly meeting," she realized she loved him.

Tbh she's a terrible kisser since she's inexperienced. But Erron managed to teach her that day.

The two would take it slow. Y/N is sorta oblivious to most romantic things so yeah.

Y/N adores the cowboy look and sometimes likes to copy it. Erron won't say that he loves it but-- you know how he feels.

Erron does get hella nervous whenever she goes out in public. Kano mentioned that she has no concept of wrong doing (not that he couldn't tell) so the thought of her tryna help someone dangerous gets to him.

The two don't care at all for PDA. The two can kiss and hold hands anywhere unashamed.

"Hey Erron? There was a guy that just told me I'm beautiful:)" Y/N spoke with excitement in her eyes.

"Is that right," Erron responded as the chains containing his inner demons were lifted. "What does he look like?"

Y/N ignored the gunshot she heard only minutes after. Erron was prolly just practicing his aim is all :)

Cuddling. Fucking cuddling between these two is amazing. Nearly every night, they at least hold hands with each other.

Y/N never really notices whenever Erron hurts people. She just can't belive that he would be a killer. Even if Kano comes in while laughing about some asshole Erron shot, she ignored it and remains smiling.

Erron can't really convince her either. "Wha?- But then why didn't you hurt me? See, I knew you were lying! >:)"

Yeah, Erron can get a little annoyed by Y/N's constant...well, idk, comments? But overall, something about her innocents and adorable actions make him stay.

He just has to be sure to keep his assassinations private.

[qdbs-writes]

Don't know if you accept male readers ask, if not feel free to go gender neutral. Can I please ask for Takeda, Kung Jin and Erron with an s/o who's basically a supersoldier (like Captain America)?

nonny, here all readers and genders are welcome! anything for my boy kung jin

MK Lads x Male!Super-Soldier!Reader

Kung Jin

You've got to forgive Jin for the abhorrent amounts of sass that leaves his lips, it's a coping mechanism from when he wasn't comfortable with being gay and now he uses it to deal with everything else.

He will refer to you as his 'brick shithouse" but he means that in the most loving way possible.

He is concerned that you gave very little consent to the procedures carried out on you to turn you into a super soldier, and he promises that he'll never let anyone use you like that ever again.

Sometimes, he lets you give him a piggyback ride while out on your casual 30mph morning jog.

During Halloween, you always have the cutest costumes planned, one year he dressed up as Cupid (Greek myth version, not the baby version) while you dressed up as Adonis. Jin won't lie, you really filled out that toga.

Takeda Takahashi

He likes to test others by loudly inserting your relationship into the conversation, ie. "Me and my BOYFRIEND..." and gives a little pause to see their reaction. Homophobic responses will result in a fight, you cannot stop him: being a super soldier doesn't make you sword-proof.

Because you were made a super soldier to be used as a tool, he's very protective of you around his Security Forces buddies, he doesn't want them to encourage you into more conflict despite your usefulness in battle.

His dad isn't entirely sure how to feel about you dating his son, but Takeda gets back at him by pulling you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss whenever Kenshi is around. Watching a blind man try and avert his gaze is quite entertaining.

Insists on going on gym dates with you to try and impress you but you always outdo him effortlessly. The two of you have probably gone viral after being filmed in a gym with the caption 'what are these guys on?' and it's just the two of you annihilating the weights section.

Erron Black

If anyone expresses surprise that Erron is dating another man, his answer is always something along the lines of "Well, cowboys are pretty gay".

There is NOTHING heterosexual about assless chaps in any context, sorry I don't make the rules.

I can see Erron having a deep South, Republican background so he prefers to stick to traditionally masculine things, ie. guns, beer, etc.

Because of your sheer size and strength, you and Erron can blend in quite well in environments that might not be so LGBT+ positive, so from an outsider's perspective its 'just guys being dudes'.

But if you're chilling in Outworld he doesn't bother hiding anything because literally no one gives a fuck about sexuality there.

There's probably some internalised homophobia inside Erron somewhere, and it's not your job to fix that but maybe sign his email up for some therapists.

[dinogoofy]

Erron black/F! Reader

Old friend.

This one took a little bit, sorry if it's not quite as quality as my other fics!

MAJOR TW for Guns, threats, and Kano being a dick to precious puppies.

You and Erron black had grown up together. Two kids brought closer by horrible lives. Sharing the scraps of food you had with each other. Ranting about awful parents, ranting about school. In your teenage years, you were the one to patch him up after fights. He was the one to beat the shit out of your bullies. The two of you hated that town and everyone in it. You used to think the two of you would stay as thick as thieves forever. Your paths only split when you wanted to live a normal life. Live the peaceful, country way you had seen so many others do, but never grew up with yourself. Erron, however, only wanted money, glory. He wanted to take the back roads and do all the things normal folks wouldn't dare to get his fill. 

You didn't understand his choice to be a mercenary, but it wasn't your choice to make for him. Whatever life he wanted to have was good enough for you as long as he made it out of that shitty town. He didn't contact you much. He only really showed up on your doorstep when he was dying and needed someone to patch him up. But at least he was coming to see you, right? 

With a sigh you stepped into your little country home, smiling slightly at the immediate sounds of your fur babies running to meet you. A blur of orange fur rushing to thread between your legs and trip you, while your sweet pound mutt waited patiently for you to set your keys on the key rack. 

"Hey boys." Chester meowed at you rather loudly, only to take off when you leaned down to pet him. The crazy feline darting under Archie's body as he happily waited for his own pets. It was easy to smile at the warm welcome, immediately a little more relaxed after finally getting home. You stretched at the door, setting your bag down to head into the kitchen.

The first thing you settled on was giving your boys their long-awaited scoops of food, both of them sat down neatly next to each other. Only Archie waited for your go-ahead, Chester already digging in by the time you gave him a laughing "Ok, Archie." 

You patted your mutt before taking some leftovers out, eyes catching on the printed photo of you and Erron from senior year. It's been a few months since last he came to visit. The thought made you a little sad. But the memory of the photo gave you a nostalgic, happy feeling. With an arm slung around his shoulders, and a goofy look on your face, Erron was the complete opposite of you. The goof pretended to be annoyed at your antics, but you could see the slight smile at the corner of his lips.

"Come on! Just one photo. It's not like it's going to kill you, Erron."

"It's not going to kill me, no. But I might end up killing you."

"Pfft- yeah right."

Your smile grew a bit wider. You sat down at the table alone as you finished your dinner. Erron had always been a strange one. Always tough, trying to be unfeeling. Not wanting anyone to be close. Not wanting any affection besides the one-night stands and the women he infatuated. Always the one to flirt, but never with you.

No. Not ever with you. You smirked. He always acted differently around you. More nervous, more fidgety. You'd been in love with him since before you even knew what love truly was. And you had known for years that he loved you back. You had just been waiting for him to admit it. You'd scoffed at yourself time and time again for not making the first move, but Erron wasn't ready for that. You didn't think he was, at least. You just wished he had gotten therapy like you had asked him to.

The scraping of your fork against your plate was your only indication that you had finished eating, you definitely spaced out a bit. You always did when you thought of Erron. Maybe he would visit soon. Maybe you should stop thinking that to make yourself feel better. 

The plate clicked lightly against the floor when you set it down for Archie to lick before you set it in the sink. By the time you turned off all the lights and headed to bed Chester was already asleep on your pillow, Archie curled up in his own bed next to the nightstand. You moved the orange tabby slightly to the side so you could lay down, and he yelled in protest the way that annoyed kitties do. It was easy to slip into a comfortable sleep with your boys next to you. 

The sound of your sweet Archie growling a feral warning was what woke you up that night. You shot out of bed, ripping off the covers and grabbing the shotgun from under your mattress. Archie never growls. An unhinged bark sent a jolt of panic through you, along with Chester, who woke up to sprint under your bed and hide. Archie certainly never barked. Not like that. Not in that way. Something was wrong. You clicked off the safety and cocked the shotgun.

You moved slowly at first, creeping your way over to the sound of Archie's growls, but when he let out a sharp whine, your vision went white-hot with rage. 

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DOG!" You shouted, finally turning the corner and into the living room where two figures lurked. The lamp was still on, and as your eyes adjusted you could make out the masked face of Erron, and the form of some asshole looming over Archie with your baby backed into a wall. 

Erron didn't respond at all at the sight of you. The unknown figure by your dog stood up slowly and whistled.

"You did say she was a feisty one." You scowled, keeping the gun pointed squarely on the man.

"Erron. I don't know why you're fucking here, but please tell me you don't know this asshole so I can just shoot him." Erron rolled his eyes at you. The figure laughed, moving away from Archie, who sprinted over to you so that he could cower behind your legs. Your eyes were trained on the figure as he proceeded to sit in your own fucking armchair.

"Name's Kano. Leader of the black dragon." The black dragon. The group of mercenaries that Erron had joined. Why the fuck did Erron bring this guy into your home. Erron called your name.

"Set the gun down, sugar." You didn't take your eyes off of Kano. 

"Respectfully, Erron, I don't think I will." Kano laughed, but you didn't think anything was funny. Erron called your name again, strutting over to you carelessly. Archie growled as he got closer. He set a hand on the gun, pushing it down.

"Calm. Down." You huffed but gave in. Sending your friend a nasty look as you lowered your defense. Erron wouldn't willingly let you be in danger. There's no way he would. You had to remember that.

"We came here for some help. 'Know that cave at the edge of your property?" The cave? You found it when you had just moved in, part of an old interlocking set of mining tunnels carved out of the land in the early 1900s. When you checked it out at first, it was Erron who actually went with you. You had a fond memory of fucking around in the tunnel, only to find an old elevator next to a dead-end tunnel with bloody handprints and markings that trailed across the wall and into the elevator. That was enough to get the two out of there. What would they want with it?

"What about it?"

"Those runes we found in it match what a client is looking for. We just want to check it out, and get outa' you're way." You laughed, glancing between Kano, who was currently putting a cigarette out on your favorite chair- and Erron, who still stood next to you in an almost defensive manner.

"Am I supposed to believe that there's no catch to this? No killer secrets? No blackmail?" Kano snickered, standing from his chair and walking over to you. You stood strong, but the beating of your heart sped up. You hated feeling afraid.

"The catch is, you show us the cave, and we leave your little buddy here alive." You scowled, and Erron sighed deeply at his boss, knowing already that he had started something.

"First of all, you don't get shit if you threaten my dog, asshole. You piece of human sh-"

"Just think of it as a favor between friends." Erron interrupted. You frowned at his words. His paycheck was definitely depending on it. Your thoughts split In two different ways. One, the fact that he's using your friendship to manipulate you into doing him a favor, two… it felt relieving that he still thought of you as friends. 

You finally gave in, sighing and relaxing almost completely. Archie nuzzles your leg before running off. You turned your head just slightly to watch him out of confusion when a sudden yank catches your attention. Kano had snatched your shotgun straight out of your hands. Erron stiffened next to you.

"I'll take that!" 

"You-!" Erron held out back just as you went to lunge at Kano. You struggled against him for just a moment before he gave you a bit of a push to set you back. What had gotten into him?!

"Ah ah ah! Sorry, Sheila, there's no way we're gonna let you keep this on you. Erron?" Kano taunted. You went to yell in protest but only yelped, Erron's hands suddenly holding onto your arm.

"Just comply. It'll be over soon." Erron whispered. You grumbled in protest but didn't fight it as they took you from your warm house. 

Kano walked proudly ahead of you and Erron while navigating to the cave. Fucker didn't even know where he was going. You had been scowling the whole time, a surprising feat while Erron was around. Speaking of which, His hand on your arm had softened its hold, but the strangest thing was that he still wouldn't look at you.

"This is your idea of a visit?" You mumbled to him. He shook his head, his heavy steps landing on a twig he forcefully snapped as you walked. He was definitely in a mood.

"This' a business trip, hun. Wouldn't be here if it weren't for that." You snickered.

"Yeah right. You'd end up here eventually." You said the words but didn't quite believe them as you walked. "Don't think you could stay away if you tried."

"-And I tried." You ignored the painful sting in your chest, going silent before shouting another set of directions to Erron's dipshit boss. You could almost feel Erron's gaze change as his eyes remained on you.

"-look, I didn't want you to get caught up in all this. It's bad enough that I'm here now." The words made you frown slightly. You elbowed Erron in the side, trying to make a little light of the situation.

"Better than Kano coming out here by himself." Erron laughed. 

" 'Betcha you'd've killed him the moment he stepped into your house."

"I almost did." You couldn't see Erron's smile through his mask, but the happy look in his eyes was infectious. You couldn't help but blush a bit, walking closer to him. His hold on your arm was loose and comfortable at this point, and you couldn't make yourself break out of it.

"You lovebirds done shit-talking or what?" God, you hated this Kano guy. The rest of the walk was silent. After about 30 minutes of almost tripping on fallen limbs, you finally made it to the cave. 

"Quite a big place for such a little property, huh?" You didn’t respond to Kano. Ignoring him as Erron guided you to walk past him.

"Oh don't be coy. Where'd all that fire go?" Kano was taunting you again, but both you and Erron ignored him this time. Erron spoke over him when he tried to speak a third time.

"Which way d'you go from here?" You laughed.

"You think I know? I try to stay away from this place as much as I can. Haven't been here since you were with me." Erron furrowed his eyebrows, taking a moment to click a flashlight on. He looked around for a moment, before setting out in a direction. Kano followed behind, a little too close to your back for your liking. 

Shivers ran rampant across your skin when you finally found the elevator. Kano pushed past you forcefully, knocking you off balance. Erron caught you with a steady hand around your waist. You relaxed in his touch, and once again pushed forward.

"Ahh! Look at that beauty!" Kano took out a camera, and you flinched at the flash. 

"I'm sure the client won't mind if we keep a few copies of the pictures to ourselves, now would he?" Kano laughed. Being around Erron was nice, but you were losing your patience. It was late, you had work in the morning, and you were just plain tired of this black dragon bullshit. You didn't notice when Erron's arm fell away from yours.

"Look, I showed you the cave. Just give me my gun, and let me go back to bed." Kano snickered at your words, Erron loomed behind you. 

"I don't think you'll be going far." Kano spat on the ground after he spoke, you scowled. 

"Excuse me?" Kano's smile was gritty and disgusting. He whistled at Erron, walking past you with your shotgun held loosely in his grip. You contemplated snatching it, but when you whipped around-

It almost felt like you couldn't breathe. You were staring down the barrel of Erron's pistol for a long moment. 

"Look kid, we can't have someone like you knowing about this cave thing, it's too risky and all that blabber, you understand. You've been such a delightful host and all, but it's time for you to go." Kano laughed.

"Can't tell any divine dipshits about our little meeting if she's dead anyway, now can she Erron?" Erron had never been so out of focus before, his stomach wringing in knots. He hardly knew what to think as he pointed the gun at you, something he'd never thought he'd ever do.

"Hey?" A little voice called out. A little face leaning down to peer at the little boy with his head buried unto his knees. He hardly glanced up. 

"Hi." He had murmured so quietly.

"Do you want to share this sandwich with me? You look lonely."

"Erron?" Your voice quivered. Panic was written all over your face. His finger lingered on the trigger as his chest squeezed.

"Sit still, dumbass." You squeezed his bloodied arm.

"That shit burns!" He hissed out. You laughed at him, dabbing at the large cut he had gotten from some idiot with broken glass on the school grounds.

"Well duh. It's isopropyl alcohol. It's gonna burn like hell." He was cute when he was confused. You laughed. 

"It disinfects the wound, Erron."

"... I knew that. I'm not fucking stupid." He had grumbled.

"Nothin' personal." He finally spoke. The words hurt him as they came out.

"That's not how you use a rifle." Throwing popcorn, at Erron, you quickly stole the remote to turn the volume up.

"Shh! Just shut up and enjoy the movie. Westerns aren't exactly supposed to be realistic."

"Well I can't really enjoy an unrealistic western, can I?- he's holding that wrong-"

Your face started to shift from panic to anger as kano patted Erron's shoulder, walking back into the rickety elevator.

"Panicked now, aren't ya Sheila? Want to beg? Or are you the proud sort?" You snarled at him.

"No." You said stiffly. "No. I want to see you do it, Erron." Kano laughed from the elevator. Erron remained stiff, his smooth voice taking a moment to come out.

"Look, you don't know-"

"I said do it, Erron!" You snapped, stepping closer to the cowboy. He didn't step back, his hand didn't waver. You stepped close enough to him that the barrel of his pistol pressed to your forehead. 

"Go ahead! Be Kano's little lapdog. Shoot me." You spat, the adrenaline working its way into your system. "Shoot me and say goodbye to all the FUCKING years I took care of your ass and bury me in that shitty town we grew up in Erron!" Erron's stone-faced seriousness finally broke, and even though he was wearing a mask you could still see the rage in his eyes as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forcefully yanked you closer to him. He kept the gun pressed to the side of your head.

"Do you have any idea who you're provoking? You. don't. know me. anymore. Sugar. You don't have any idea what I'm capable of!" You let out a curt laugh.

"You and I both know I still do." You snarled. Both of you went silent, the tension crackling between the two of you. You could see the panic that hid under the steely overlaying emotion in his eyes. Only Kano's ongoing childish taunts remained.

"Well then, Erron? Get on with it!" Erron's stiff posture remained, he spoke to Kano, but his eyes remained on yours. 

"Fuck off Kano." Kano didn't take that well.

"Excuse me? I'm your boss, dipshit. You can't just-" All of a sudden, Erron pushes you back, reels around, and shoots through the spaces in the old metal elevator, the bullet hits the back of the wall, and ricochets through the old, decaying pulley rope that held it up. Kano looks up in horror and rage. His screaming and cursing faded as the elevator launched down and crashed to the very bottom of the mine.

All is silent. All that can be heard is your labored breathing from all the shouting and adrenaline.

"Still want me to shoot you?" Erron asks. Speaking smug words with a tone only you could recognize as him trying to hide his panic. You scowled again. Walking over to him with tears stinging at the corner of your eyes.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" You shouted, punching him in the shoulder. Erron didn't flinch.

"And?" You couldn't stop the tears now. All the pain, and heartbreak, and sadness rushing out at once. You weekly hit his shoulder one more time, and grappled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest without being able to stop your sobs. Erron stood stiff. After a moment, his arms slid around your waist, and he held you back tightly.

"Kano's gonna kill you for that." You laughed through the tears. Erron didn't respond. His hand left your side for only a moment, and when it held onto again he had taken off his mask, letting it drop to the floor. Erron buried his face into your hair, holding you a bit tighter than before. 

It was quiet again. Erron squirmed after a moment.

"...I wouldn't have buried you in that town." You snorted, not taking your face out of his chest, biting your nails into the fabric of his shirt just a bit.

"So you admit you would've shot me?" Erron didn't react to the words. He only sighed into your hair, lifting a hand to pinch your ear. You pulled yourself out of his chest with a laugh, and his hands settled on your waist. You wiped your tears, your nose, and tried to make yourself a little better. It didn't really work. Erron could see that. He lifted a calloused hand to your cheek anyway.

"Just because you've come to your fucking senses doesn't mean I'm not still mad." You sniffled, smiling still as the bitter words fell out of your mouth.

"Yeah, well you should be. Kano was being an asshole anyway. That's the only reason I let you go." Erron coughed, you raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not buying it. He rolled his eyes, huffing through his nose.

"... Maybe not the only reason." The smile returned to your face, and you rolled your eyes at him this time. At this point, it was almost like he didn't realize it himself.

"God, you're really not fooling anyone, dumbass." Erron scowled, about to retort when you decided, Fuck it. And clutched his face to pull him into a kiss. He didn't respond at first, stiff and uneasy.  Always so stubborn. After a second or two though, he melted into your lips, pulling you closer. It was hard to hold on to all your anger when he was just so kissable. He'd get his ass beaten for this little stunt. You would make sure of that, but right now all you wanted to focus on was the relieving kiss you had waited so long for.