#grace shao

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

Some more oc designs, secondaries this time!! Proud of their of designs tbh

[controld3vil]

black cat

pairing(s): kenshi, johnny, havik, kuai liang/scorpion x gn!reader (seperate) synopsis: you’re a thief — a riff raff amongst the scum of seido. yet somehow you’re on the wrong side of justice, serving outworld. notes: - out of my volition, this was inspired by batman and cat woman’s cute dynamic <3 - LIKE REMBER THAT SCENE… where selina touches bruce’s face ?!?! (from batman 2022!!)

KENSHI TAKAHASHI -> There were many things Kenshi expected from his visit to the Outworld. Meeting you was not one of them. From your first encounter, you captured his attention — as subtle and graceful as a feline, he would say, your presence startled him and the rest of his friends. “General Shao, how unwise of you to berate our guests at first notice!” Your lively manner relieves the suspense between Outworld’s militaria and Earthrealm’s protector. He could discern the disturbance from the man in question as General Shao crudely sneered. Liu Kang clears his throat and gives you a content nod. You are fast — he thinks, always swift to leeway into conversations that have gone bitter. Kenshi does not recall mention of you - but it didn't matter.

-> “This is none of your concern, ambassador,” Shao’s words were only meant for disdain and spite. You modestly give a lazy smile — like a Cheshire, not taking his insult seriously. “Oh, but my duties are to accompany Liu Kang’s champions. The Empress demands it.” Your indulgence prevails when the general fails to make another quip. In the crowd, Kenshi is impressed by your way of words. You were an intriguing person – he will give you that. But you did not seem a person particularly invested in politics. You were apathetic to your job. -> At dinner, you conveniently visit his table with a wine glass. Liu Kang seemingly welcomes you, taking the seat across from the swordsman. Conversations were comfortable with you. As a diplomatic envoy, you’re surprisingly judgemental - and not afraid to communicate the demands of other cities. Glimpses from the princesses as you proceed with a story about the rulers of Sun Do. Infuriating it was to comply with their city’s needs like a glorified servant. Kitana is quick to pick on your drunken pursuit and drag you to your quarters. By the time you left, Kenshi felt enamored by you and your stories. “They're quite the character.”   -> There were rumors about you he could not ignore. Everywhere in the palace were snakes, more willing to let him know of your past. They say you were once a thief, a lowly criminal in the capital. How you came to become the royal ambassador was appalling to others at court. You were born into the lowest class. And here in Edenia, it was deemed as dishonorable. You did not grow up with the same education or environmental conditions. It makes Kenshi question your motives for coming here. How did you end up at this high establishment? It was not from pity - he knew from that. Maybe you were a strong fighter. Who was stubborn and willing to do anything to achieve your goals.  -> Unbeknownst, as his interest in you escalated, you took notice of him. The swordsman with an unfortunate past, you held compassion for Kenshi. And as your relationship bloomed, your respect for each other was apparent. You both worked harmoniously together well. In unison with your devious yet insightful strategies and his keen and precise swordsmanship. You taught Kenshi the ins and outs of the city. Tried to teach him how to steal and work up to the market sellers to bid lower prices. You always kept him on his toes. And Kenshi loved that about you. To you, the ex-yakuza held you in check – of your duties. Although he enjoys your time fooling around together, it would put the swordsman much at ease if you took your job seriously. With the realm's tense position, he urges you to take control and compromise with the other cities for the coming battle. And hopefully, when the war is over, the two of you will reconcile your relationship and make it official. [ kenshi ]: how can i convince you to stop stealing? [ you ]: have you ever thought about asking nicely?

JOHNNY CAGE -> He’s the one to catch you first. Johnny had clear suspicions of you during the first night of the tournament. When you spoke with officials and the royal family, it was too noticeable to miss. You were hiding something - Johnny wanted to get to the bottom of it. He finds your kindness to the princesses overbearing. Because why would a constable be affiliated with the royal family more than themselves? And the movie star had to open his mouth at dinner, eyeing you down with an arched brow. -> “Uh Liu Kang, I don’t mean to be rude but,” Both your eyes make contact – he quickly reverts his view to the god in question, “I think that person’s kinda shady, don’t you think?” His remark makes the rest of the Earth’s champions freeze, and the tightness of the air becomes far too evident. Liu Kang pauses, setting his teacup down, and looks to where you stand. From the far corner, you were chatting with Li Mei, arms crossed. You were enjoying your discussion until you sensed Liu Kang’s stare to tilt your head and give a playful wave. The First Constable thought nothing of your actions, how accustomed she is to how you acted around Earthrealmers, always telling them outlandish lies about Outworld. And constantly pretending to commit some heinous crime against the royal family. Something you would never do. -> “Fear not, Johnny Cage. They are no threat.” The Fire God’s words relieved the tension in the air. As everyone’s shoulders relax, Johnny probes on. He knows what trouble looks like – his mother was a cop! However, Kenshi waves his bickering off and waves them off as dull excuses. Nothing to worry about? You could be doing something behind the Empress and Constable's back. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself that got his attention. Or the comments his mentor sarcastically made about the dangers of Outworld. It was unlike Johnny to feel this paranoid. He had to figure out who you were. -> The movie star believed that once he caught you in an act, it would prove to his friends and Liu Kang that he was right about you. When he, Kung Lao, and Kenshi snuck into Shang Tsung's laboratory, surprisingly not, you were there alongside Rain, Tanya, and Princess Mileana on a medical chair. Just when Shang Tsung slowly approached the princess with a syringe with Tarkart's blood, they attacked. The movie star willingly stepped in your direction as if he caught you red-handed. “I knew it! You were behind all of this!” -> Everything turned bitter when Kenshi lost his eyesight to Mileana’s outbreak. It leaves a foul taste in Johnny's mouth once the situation is to be the treatment for the princess’s prolonged illness. When the royal guards come, you turn to face the Earthrealmers. “Did you truly think I would go against the royal family?” There was a flash of fury to scorn. “You Earthrealmers know nothing about Outworld business.” Johnny could only accept his wrongdoings, face facing down to the floor in shame and guilt. While what Liu Kang suspected of Shang Tsung was true – his assumptions of you weren’t. And for that, the movie star genuinely feels like he has misjudged you entirely. -> It takes time for him to reconcile with you. Escaping from Shang Tsung’s laboratory with his friends, he doesn’t meet you again. But when Earthrealm compromises with Outworld, you reappear alongside Li Mei and the royal family. In a different light, you’re easy on the eyes. Johnny desperately tries to make it up to you, always finding ways to warm up to your bitterness. Though much like a cat, you’re persistent and glares in his direction. Soon after, he learns of your past and is suddenly guilt-ridden even more.

-> Your relationship is a slow and rocky one. The two of you did not see eye to eye at the start. Johnny was wary of you, and you only made it worse by indulging in it. You two were at odds with each other. However, Johnny was somehow smitten with you. You were cunning and sly in all the ways a constable shouldn’t be. It was one of the ways he got your attention – suggesting all kinds of schemes against his friends. Your past never bothered him. Stead, it’s something he’s proud of you for. “I mean, thief turned cop? Now that’s a story I can get behind.” It brings a sort of middle ground and closure to both of you. [  johnny ]: look i know i misjudged you pretty harshly, how can i make it up to you? [ you ]: you can start by loaning me some money.

HAVIK -> He longs for you. Havik is too cruel and adamant to tell you, but he misses you. Many years before you left Seido, you were happily thriving as a criminal. He recalls his younger years, you and him pillaging villages. Stealing all you can to survive in the cruel world they decided to reject you from. Back then, you were free – out of touch with humanity and the rest of the Outworld. You didn’t care for his plans to run Seido to the ground and bring chaos. You didn’t understand it – you were merely teenagers, children. -> Before long, you slipped out of Havik's hand. The life you two endured was not living. Every day, you struggle to find food and shelter to stay by. It did not help for your kleptomaniac habits, mugging passing citizens of whatever they had on. Eventually, it had caught up to you, Havik deciphers. Because why else would you leave him? Unlike him, you left clues for the military to track you. You loved the thrill of leading them to nowhere. -> But now, the thought of you brings turmoil into his heart. He sees you in the distance when Quan Chi is interrupted by a former ally. There you were, he stands almost in shock and petrification. Havik was furious. All he could focus on was the plan to allow time to release Quan Chi’s creation, Ermac. He never considered where you would be until now that you were on the opposite side of justice. Why? -> “How could you,” Your name runs down his tongue like a pack of needles. It’s difficult to pronounce your name after many years of separation. Whatever he felt for you was long diminished in the fire he created when he left Seido. “After so many years, this was where you were.” He didn’t expect less from you when you curtly accepted his words. Yes, you said – it’s so bitter against him. What happened to you? When did you become so weak against the hierarchy? Where were you when he set ablaze to the city and joined forces with Darius? -> “What we had would have never worked,” You say this truthfully, getting into a defensive position. It hurts - how easily you dismiss it. Havik never thought of himself as a sentimental man – but the thought of you returning to him was a constant in his mind. From days to years to his study of sorcery and alliance with Quan Chi, Havik has destroyed more cities than he can count. Leaving you was a blessing in disguise. Because of his misfortunes, Havik retained powers that could destroy civilization. It drove him mad. -> Even with you against him, he was more than willing to suggest an act of mercy – if you were inclined to break a few bones. [ havik ]: look how weak you've become. have you not forgotten where you came from? [ you ]: i remember it clearly. you are the one who has gone too far!

KUAI LIANG/SCORPION -> Kuai Liang met you more than once during his time in Outworld. He merely appears when Lord Liu Kang intends to be present with business with the Empress. Years prior, it was the Emperor. But with the reign of Sindel, peace and prosperity had become a failing occurrence between both realms. Outworld claims to be growing more powerful – to overpower Earthrealm for the upcoming tournament. It makes Kuai Liang question his integrity and place at the palace when the Fire God asks for his presence instead of his brother. Bi-Han is the grandmaster of Lin Kuei, “Shouldn’t Bi-Han be the better option to accompany you?” -> “I do not want to provoke the Empress,” Liu Kang explains, looking at him from the portal. The pyromancer had confidence in his protector, nodding. His plain response was all it took to understand the weight of their appearance in Outworld. Though Bi-Han would be the rightful companion, it is Kuai Liang – the younger and more compliant brother who could ease into any circumstance. But his nerves are jaded. Kuai Liang is nervous, not knowing what the occasion was for. There could be many reasons for their requested presence. Yet he could not think of one that involved Lin Kuei.  -> Scorpion’s mindset eases when you surprise him. Guests are presumably guided by the First Constable, Li Mei, to the courtyard leading to the royal palace. Your head pops out from a bush, smiling in all your glory. “Lord Liu Kang, what a pleasant surprise!” The fire user's heart pounces every time you do this. It would be wrong not to expect you to greet Outworld guests in such an unconventional manner. Your name comes easily to the Fire God, with a sense of familiarity. “How nice of you to see us first,” Even Liu Kang takes joy in you. Unlike the many faces of the royal court, you are much more tolerable and pleasant to converse with. Even Kuai Liang thinks highly of you. -> Nodding your hair flows in such an elegant way. The Empress dotted you – but your loyalties lay with General Shao. Your go-lucky personality was in defiance of your rank as a lieutenant general. Yes, Kuai Liang recalled the previous tournaments and how distant Lin Kuei was from the Outworld’s military. They do not see eye to eye in handling foreign threats and commoners. It is your chief's distaste for Earthrealm, always speaking out of malice. But you were not like General Shao or Reiko. You never showed hatred towards Lin Kuei or Earthrealm. -> Kuai Liang feels restful chatting with you. He sat in the conference room with the Fire God as the rest of the court minded their seats. In such a large establishment, it holds divinity and high status, not even Kuai Liang is used to. Empress Sindel, alongside General Shao, you and Reiko arrive and take your respective seats. You are a few seats left of him and warmly nod in Scorpion's direction. He flushes at how a casual gesture from you can incite him. -> Ordinarily, matters began. The pyromancer had no desire to speak amongst the crowd, only per Liu Kang’s permission. Yet, a disagreement broke the two sides of the table in half. “Why should we allow Earthrealmers to roam unworldly like children while our cities burn?” General Shao and his recurring rants about Earthrealm. No one could convince him otherwise, not even the Empress. He then directly sneers at Liu Kang. Kuai Liang darts a stern look until he hears your voice in the corner, standing firm from all the voices that cower over you. There is a hint of softness out of the goodness of your heart addressing your superior. Compared to life in Earthrealm, life is precious, a tangent between innocence and purity, something Outworld is indifferent to.

-> In response, a repulsed look forms on Shao’s face. “You dare defend Liu Kang's wishes? You have no right!” In truth, you knew you could never quench his thirst to repress Earthrealm. But to try to diminish his outrageous outburst for another day is good enough. Curses and insults were spat from all sides, even directed towards you. You and your kind would not understand. You come from the slums of Seido. Do not forget your place, soldier. The court is a spoiled place even Kuai Liang wishes never to be a part of. Tonight was apparent why. You, who only spoke of the truth and fairness, were brought down by your general. It was unacceptable.   -> In the late hours at the palace, Scorpion resides in the guest room, where he fails to find peace. Liu Kang had bid him to rest to prepare for the following days to the other cities they must visit. But the second brother of Lin Kuei failed to do so. The palace was too foreign to the cold tundra of his home. Eventually, he chose to take a walk across the courtyard. The moon was bright and shadowed all the land. The murky ponds had unbloomed lotuses. They were not in season yet. He could still make out the premature colors from their early forms. The ripples of water were tranquil, featherlike. And of the reason why he did not notice your presence before. -> His body freezes when you tap his shoulder. His breath comes short before choking out your name. “Must you always frighten your guests?” You laugh, seeing how startled he has become. “My apologies, Scorpion. I could not resist,” Nights like these with you were ideal. Prevalent to his previous visits, the two of you would do all sorts of activities. You would invite him everywhere, across the palace and into the city. Wherever you went, he would follow willingly. A heartwarming meal by the port. Or even now, a peaceful walk through the gardens. With you, nothing is dull. -> However, when you are not running around, you are predictable. Such as now, as you both rest at a stone bench. Across, the pond was luminescent of the reflection of the night sky. If you were to look, it would be like looking in a mirror, the water clear as crystal. “I’m assuming you leave at first light?” Tragic how your relationship is. You and Kuai Liang reunite with each other like strangers, never touching. In another, you were like twin flames, never leaving. A small part of Kuai Liang feels regret for every time you depart on missions. He will never see you again for some time. “General Shao was furious! It was his way of punishing me for talking out of turn.” He has no right, is what Kuai Liang wanted to say. But with how things were, he said nothing. -> But you look beautiful like this, under the moonlight wake. Without the garments that shield your figure, you are relaxed. The days that turn to months are cruel - but willing to linger for you. Fortunately, a few moments of silence allowed you to rise, brushing the nonexistent dusk from your pants. You had nothing else to say to Kuai Liang. Was he expecting something? He follows your pursuit and looks at you promptly. Without the mask, he is handsome. “Maybe under different circumstances, we would have more time,” Your heart skips as you slyly glance at him. Placing a hand on his jaw, “Maybe next time…” You see his eyes trail from your fingers to your lips. It was not right - you both knew that. [ scorpion ]: the general's mistreatment of you is unacceptable. [ you ]: (laugh) fortunately that is how things work in outworld.

[moronkombat]

Havik, Shao, Rain, Raiko, and Quanshi love at first sight with an earthrealmer?

It's just an ordinary day for Rain. Nothing special about it, nothing horrible about it either. Simply another day to pass his long lifespan. He's very much so absorbed in his studies of the arcane, intolerant for other distractions. That is until he comes across you. There's a rather quick glance as you walk by, thinking you to be a mere distraction. That all changes when his second glance to you lingers. Rain would stare quietly with his mouth agape. He watches you strut by wordless and without even noticing him. Eyes watch you until you have gone out of sight and Rain can feel the thunderous pitter patter in his chest. Perhaps his studies can end early today

General Shao has never really preoccupied himself with thoughts of relationships and love. There are are more pressing matters to concern himself with. Then he sees someone new, someone small. Much smaller than he is and Shao finds himself pausing. There is something so tempting about them and he cannot help but keep his gaze trailed to you. You are feeble and fragile...It'd be so easy to break you but never would Shao dream of doing that. No, he feels this urge to cherish you, protect you. Yes, this what he wants and if to do so then he must know your name. He will make sure to seek you out later, away from other prying eyes

It is when Reiko is training troops that he notices you. He is a tough and strict commander but he needed to be if his underlings were to survive. His arms would cross and a smirk is written on him while he watches the ensuing training. It is by chance that he glances your way but when he sees you, pale eyes widen. There you are, strong yet regal, taking down your sparring opponent with exceeding grace and vigor. His smirk widens and he continues to watch you move like a banshee while you continue to strike down your opponents. You are magnificent as you cut them down, strike them and Reiko's heart is pounding like the drums of war. He will be sure to compliment on your abilities before immediately wanting to take you under his wing which is a shock to all the other trainees

Quan Chi's life is mundane and full of hardship. He slaves away in the mines, sweat drenching his brow. There must be more to life than this, surely? Thoughts of such things are cutoff when, during his break, he catches a glimpse of you. You are beautiful, stunning and someone who is so pure. You don't belong here, far too grand for it and yet here you are. Perhaps related to the owner? He isn't sure but he wants to know more about you but how can he? You are from a different life than he is and yet he simply cannot stop thinking about

When Havik's eyes find you for that dreadful first time, he is consumed by your very existence. He feels a rise in his chest, something tingling. Thoughts twist and turn together into a mess of obsessions. Something wicked comes over him as he watches you from a distance and it is unfortunate that his gaze has caught you because now they will never let go. Oh how he looks to you from afar, a place you cannot see him. Havik thinks all he wants from you, all that he can take. You are perfect, you are art and Havik will have you. First he must find out more and more about you, he needs everything, all of it. Then, when that sweet time arrives, he will come to you in the night and devour all that he is enthralled with

i cant help but make Havik's creepy, sorry yall

[la2yn0va]

REQUEST—CLOSED

Things about me.

I don’t mind nor care to write about sex/18+ things

I like writing yandere characters, hate writing a Yandere reader.

I will only write for Male Readers cause we boys are fuckin’ neglected in this application.

I WILL NOT write for the following: pedophilia, age gaps, age regression, scat, waterspouts, zoophilia, musk.

What I write for (as of now)

Honkai Star Rail / self aware Honkai Star Rail

Resident Evil

Blue Lock

Sonic The Hedgehog

Masterlist

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Honkai Star Rail:

Yandere High Cloud Quintet x Male Reader

Yandere High Cloud Quintet x Male Reader P.t. 2

Your new life - Stellaron hunter Sunday (M!Reader)

Ruan Mei x Male Reader — Oblivious Crush

Yandere Astral Express x Male Reader Headcanons

Friends…? — Feixiao, Jiaoqiu, Moze, male reader

Friends…? (Part 2)

Friends…? (Part 3)

Friends…? (Part 4)

Yandere High Cloud Quintets x Stubborn!Male Reader

Yandere Alphabet — Feixiao, Jingliu, Luocha, Dr. Ratio

A Generals Obsession — Yandere Feixiao x Male Reader

Battle Hungry Crush — Yandere Feixiao, Jingliu, Kafka x Male Reader

Geniuses Desires — Yandere Herta, Ratio, Ruan Mei x Male Reader

(Creative title here) — Robin, Black Swan, Sparkle x Male Reader

Imprisoning Malice — Yandere Feixiao, lingsha, Jingliu x male reader

Love and Pain — Yandere Feixiao, Yukong, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Jingliu x Male Reader

A Kitsune’s Desire — Yandere Feixiao x Kitsune male reader — nsfw

Neglectful Desires — Feixiao x Male Reader

Yandere High Cloud Quintet x Male reader who doesn’t care about life

Self-Aware HSR:

Streamer Male Reader Part 1

Streamer Male Reader Part 2

Down bad Streamer Boy x Blade and Jade

Inexperienced Male Reader x Kafka, Jingliu, Acheron, Black Swan

Self-Aware Tingyun worshiping reader

yandere astral express x male reader x yandere stellaron hunters

Yandere Jingliu X male reader X yandere Acheron—Rivalry

Self aware au Feixiao x male reader — Simping

Self aware HSR—Readers past (GODS/‘their grace)

Apathy Bias — Apathetic Reader with favoritism

Abandoned

A gods healing — Male Reader with 8 pure white wings that heal anything

Blue Lock

Jealous Crush — Chigiri

Blue Lock and Sonic Characters And their HSR gameplay style

Destroying Remnants — Rin Itoshi Smut

Sonic The Hedgehog

Blue lock and Sonic characters and their HSR gameplay style

Tier-lists’

Self Aware Hsr Characters who are frightened—fascinated—turned on by your dragon/shao khan features—requested

Self aware hsr characters who’re most to least horny for you—requested

[odditycircus-2002]

Medusa!Reader Intro Banter

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

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

First

Second

Third

Bonus

Yourself (Mirror Match)

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

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

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

/

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

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

Y/N 1: Say no more.

/

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

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

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

/

Shang Tsung (Your Hubby💕)

Shang: This takes me back...

Y/N teasingly: Why so sentimental?

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

/

Shang: Did you mourn for me, my sweet?

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

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

/

Shang: Are you so surprised, princess?

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

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

/

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

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

Sonya: No way in fucking hell, Shang Tsung!

/

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

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

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

Mileena

Mileena: You helped Shang Tsung create me?

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

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

/

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

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

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

/

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

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

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

Sindel

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

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

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

/

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

Y/N: And now, your Highness?

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

/

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

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

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

Baraka

Y/N: So beautiful and fascinating...

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

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

/

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

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

Baraka: Spineless coward!

/

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

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

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

D'Vorah

Y/N: Such a fascinatingly resilient species.

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

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

/

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

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

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

/

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

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

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

Kollector

Y/N: You have the most beautiful eyes.

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

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

/

Kollector: Shao Khan demands your head.

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

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

/

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

Kollector: I must collect ALL that the Empire requires.

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

Kano

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

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

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

/

Y/N: I require your services.

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

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

/

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

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

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

/

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

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

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

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

/

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

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

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

/

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

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

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

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

Playlist while Writing this:

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

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

"Babooshka" by Kate Bush

"Zydrate Anatomy" by Terrance Zdunich

"I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters

"Such Horrible Things" by Creature Feature

"Bad Blood" by Creature Feature

"Here There be Witches" by Creature Feature

"Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez

"Tag You're It" by Melanie Martinez

"Milk and Cookies" by Melanie Martinez

(for more like this)

Part II

[ntaras]

yes kitana is a reflection of what mileena is constantly held up to with beauty, grace, royalty, etc. that mileena struggles with but also mileena is a reflection of kitana’s savagery and violence. they are sisters they are one and the same even if a certain someone wants to deny it. the younger sibling will take after their older sibling in some way and at some point you have to wonder how much of mileena’s violence was from being a creation of shang tsung + raised by shao kahn and how much was simply from being kitana’s little sister. in fact all of it might from being her little sister.

[accio-victuuri]

OCTOBER READS 📚

Another productive reading month for me! Manhua/Manhwa binge again and for those who are interested in what titles I tried, then this is the post for you. I don’t know what the next months will bring but I wanna get back to reading novels… we will see how that goes. for now, I just feel thankful that these works are out in the world for people to enjoy ^^

• The Tyrant Prince’s Last Promise ( Chapter 74 ; Ongoing )

Adapted from the novel, “the wife is first” so I see why there are alot of people following the manhua. Jing Shao ( MC ) is a prince who is good at battles and was made to marry a male concubine Han ( ML ). He didn’t treat him well for years but Han stayed by his side even if he was sentenced to death and was accused of so many things. Right before they died, he promised to treat Han better.

So his wish gets granted and he goes back to their wedding night. Then the whole story focuses on their relationship and how Jing Shao pays his dues and tries to be the best husband for Han. He also tries to make different decisions to prevent him from falling from grace like before. This story is just so fluffy and sweet <3 and i love their chibi versions! ☺️☺️☺️ I might read the novel to see where it goes but i have to say it’s a standard trope — and i will never get tired of it.

Guilty Affection ( Chapter 47 ; Ongoing )

Esper/Guide trope but this one is more problematic. LOL. The MC, Han Yoonjae is an undocumented Esper and living his life as a normal person. There is some mystery from his past because you can tell that he is strong but decided to leave his life as an Esper. Then here comes the ML, Cha Minhyung. A popular & strong guide who comes to his life and offers to be his guide and make his life better. These two have a shared past and the story tries to uncover that. Also what will happen to Yoonjae and his power. I really like his power, and I understand why he will be someone that everyone will want to control. The relationship between them is not really the “romance” type but more co-dependence and lots of smut.

Crushing Jade & Catching Pearls Chapter 51 ; Ongoing

This one is very unique, I have never read something with this plot. It is modern era, but the MC/ML both work as apprentices for an old art of sculpting. Tho the ML ( Ding Hanbai ) is much older and is more accomplished in the field. It’s really more of the relationship between the MC & ML and less “romance” so far. I feel like some people will find it boring, but there is something about it that draws me to it. and it doesn’t hurt that the art is pretty. Ding Hanbai starts off as an asshole who bullies the MC Ji Zhenzhu — but then they slowly become closer. The MC who is the goodest boy with puppy energy melts Ding Hanbai’s heart 💕

No arguing with Mr.Mo Chapter 71 ; Ongoing

The trope of Mr. Cold hearted CEO who is actually a simp for the MC is not new and I usually like it — I often root for the MC and hope they get together. But in this one, I find myself liking the ML ( Mr.Mo ) waaaay more than the MC. To the point that I don’t think the MC deserves Mr.Mo at all. I get that Xiao Nuo have some trauma and baggage of his own but his drama over nothing just irritates me. Mr.Mo is straightforward and clear with his intentions, but MC takes advantage of him, willingly or not, is not my cup of tea.

I won’t be continuing on, or if i do, maybe it’s to see Mr. Mo’s panels.

Hard Boiled Love Chapter 93 ; Ongoing

I only finished up until Chapter 40 cause I felt like there is nothing else for me as a reader to see, plot-wise. I could be wrong but maybe I will pick it up again when i’m in the mood. This is popular, and i understand why, the trope is catchy : Rich kid and his Bodyguard, then add BDSM into the mix. Boom! There is just no way that people will not click and read. It is a good read and enjoyable but I wasn’t in the headspace for that type of smut, the interaction of the MC/ML tho are sweet!!!! 💕

What captured me tho is the ML. Hwayoung Yoon. He is a lovable psychopath. He gave off so much Hisoka vibes ( from the anime hunterxhunter if you didn’t know ) and this type of character would do so well if done in live action. How he seems to be this sweet boy that his family dotes on but is secretly a sadistic bastard. I mean, look at him as a kid:

A master manipulator.

The MC too, Gyuwon, is well written. He is an ex mercenary who really wants to be someone’s sub ( in a sense ) but he doesn’t think that will happen because of how he looks. People have expectations of how he should be but lo and behold, he meets the fucked up Hwayoung. 😂😂😂 it’s more light and funny considering the subject — they could make the plot really dark, so i’m glad they didn’t.

Campus Trap Chapter 24; Ongoing

AHHHHHHHHHH! My new favorite. The omegaverse hoe in me is screaming! 🤍 too bad there are only a few chapters out. I honestly want to read the novel which is already completed but i’m still trying to figure out how to navigate korean sites. The plot of the story may seem dramatic to some, because it’s all about the MC (Chaewoo) who is an Omega and trying to make ends meet. He was once this kid who lived a pampered life but things changed and now he is a struggling student. One day, his Uncle, told him about the concept of a reset partner, which is kinda like a surrogate. So a dominant omega like him will be a surrogate to a rich dominant Alpha. He agrees and finds out that the Alpha is someone he goes to school with — Mister popular, Euigeon. It doesn’t help he doesn’t like the guy and Chaewoo is even jealous of his “success” cause he feels like he will be the same way if unfortunate events didn’t happen to him.

I LOVE IT. I LOVE THEM. The campus setting and the two being music students is also a bonus, it’s only beginning to be explored and I wanna see more. They have great chemistry and the way I squealed during the car scene. 😱😱😱 it’s also the type of story where I can’t wait for the ML to fall for the MC. I’m reading about Euigeon being this arrogant bitch to Chaewoo and i’m like— can’t wait to see you fall head over heels and regret your actions. It’s nothing abusive, if anything, I feel like his actions are reasonable cause he doesn’t want to make their relationship complicated. It’s supposed to be a business transaction. I wanna know more about ML too cause i’m sure he has so many issues that caused him to be this way. I have spoiled myself a by reading comments on the novel but i will surely keep an eye out on this till it’s completion.

Miss you, Lucifer 15 chapters ; Completed

A short Manhwa that is full of uwu and love! 🥹🥹🥹

If you want something to lift your mood up then this is the best pick. Honestly! It had everything: romance, comedy, angst and some plot in there even if it’s only 15 chapters. The premise is an “idol” from a boy group that’s not popular x A-list actor pairing. I don’t wanna spoil too much cause it’s better to just dive into it, and like i said, it’s not that long.

Business as Unusual 15 Chapters ; Completed

Another short one that I enjoyed. 💕

Tho i’m not a believer of getting back together with your ex. Lol. That’s the story here. MC/ML were a thing back in college and because of a misunderstanding they “broke up”. Years later, they meet again as office mates and rekindle their romance. I’m happy for the characters because they had a second chance at love and are now at a better place to stay together.

Considering the length of this, there was one scene that really stuck with me. The two are walking on the street late at night and ML is chasing the MC, he wants to talk but the MC won’t listen so he shouts:

“HEY! MY FIRST LOVE KIM MINJUN!” 🗣️🗣️🗣️

It’s so funny considering why it was said, to get someone’s attention — but also so romantic. It is like a scene in a k-drama.

Tied To You 64 Chapters ; Completed

I feel so lucky that I found this title in it’s completion cause i would absolutely go nuts if I had to wait, to find out what’s gonna happen next. As soon as I started, I couldn’t stop and took me 5 hours to finish the whole thing. So worth it. This kind of Manhwa is the reason why I keep reading, hoping that I will find something like this. It’s really something special. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

the synopsis is as follows:

It��s only sleeping together while holding hands, nothing else. That’s what Shin Wooseo tells himself when a red ring that ties a person to their soulmate appears on his finger one day. Once two people get tied by the ring, they cannot fall asleep unless they’re physically together. However, his destined partner isn’t his long-term friend and secret crush, Kang Jiseok, but rather his older brother, Kang Jigeon! And so starts the tragedy of loving one brother but having to share beds with the other. Although, it might not entirely be a tragedy, as Kang Jigeon doesn’t seem so disappointed about being tied to his younger brother’s best friend…

I don’t usually go for love triangle tropes, but this one is not really that kind of love triangle. The strength of this Manhwa is the storytelling. Every panel & interactions served a purpose. As a reader, you are pulled in and can’t help but want to know more. I also appreciated that we can see the perspectives of 3 different people, but moreso on the MC/ML. I liked the concept of “love” that was portrayed too — it’s something that you have to work and fight for. It’s a conscious choice and not all sweet gestures.

Now i wanna spotlight the ML, KANG JIGEON 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 If I was to rank my fave MLs from all the stuff I read, he would easily be in the Top 10. He is manipulative but in the best way because all he does is for Wooseo to pay more attention to him. I have to say that he ultimately sets up the “scene” but most of the time the choice is still with Wooseo. His devotion is very real and his approach to fighting for his love is ( to me personally ) admirable! GO GET YOUR BOY! I’m not even mad at him.

I’ve been wanting to read a character like him, a chaotic good if you will, and that’s probably why this made such an impact on me. It was hilarious seeing the comments of readers in the early chapters being sus about Jigeon and thinking he is gonna be an asshole ML. In the middle, they were confused whether to love or hate him and the schemes. Towards the end, everyone was cheering for Jigeon and applauding him. Lol. I guess he was successful in making the readers fall in love too. ❤️

The King and Me Chapter 36; Ongoing

The story is very unique, atleast to me, cause I haven’t read anything set in Ancient Egypt + Time travel. There is also some heavy plot aside from the romance and every character here is just beautiful and badass!!!! The first few chapters broke my heart. I swear. It was effective in setting up the MC’s quest and why he is so stubborn when he goes back in time. What he is after is so important. 💪🏼

I adore the MC (Zhang Li)!!! He is so smart and determined to find out the truth about his “Rocky” and the tyrant king. His circumstances are not the best, but he tries to adapt and is not some love sick fool. Even if the main reason that he is there is because of love. This story is still in it’s early stages and I feel like it could easily go up to 150++ chapters because of the plot and well, the progression of MC/ML relationship. It’s also a slowburn so if that’s your thing, you would enjoy this.

Manhattan Romance Chapter 40; Ongoing

This reads like the kind of novel set in a specific city, in this case, NY, and two people meet each other and fall in love. Of course there are challenges and issues between the characters and their environment but the central story is their relationship. I think people who will read this would want to be the MC (Hyeon), in a way, all because of how much the ML (Luwan) dotes on him. Hyeon has his own issues and he is a precious bean that is too good for this world! I’m so happy that Luwan is the person who “caught” him and not some toxic shit. Let them live in their penthouse and be happy, Let Hyeon paint more masterpieces and the two of them to travel the world. ❤️

Ordinary life of a Universal Guide Chapter 61; Completed

Because i’m a sucker for esper/guide universe I had to pick it up. There is really nothing “special” with the plot, it’s the usual for the trope. My comments sounds like i hated it or something lol but the truth is — it’s alright. I picked this up after reading really good ones ( tied to you & the king and me ) so this was an in between read. I can’t always be that lucky.

The Third Ending Chapter 67; Completed

OMG how do I even begin to describe this perfection. I’ve been seeing this on other people’s list but for some reason I kept putting it off. Funny how I always manage to “start” reading something really good just before bedtime — which delays the “sleeping” I should be doing 😂😂😂

First of all, I love the art. It reminds me of Omega Complex that was so pretty so that helped a lot. 🫶🏼

Synopsis:

Suh Yoonseul has had life easy—everyone likes him, he’s good at his job, basically everything has always worked out as smooth as butter. However, there’s something that brings all of his good luck down, and it’s the infrequent dreams he has of Kang Joon. Who knew that rejecting a guy once would hang so heavy on your life? To make things worse, after he runs into Joon the dreams keep on coming daily. At his wit’s end, Yoonseul takes some advice from a friend so that he can free himself from this jinx. It’s simple. Make Kang Joon think that he’s a nice person. That can’t be hard, right?

Yoonseul is one of my favorite MCs. He’s a chronic people pleaser and has this perfect facade that he presents to everyone. So when he remembers being mean ( showing his true self ) back in high school to someone who confessed to him — he can’t let it go. It was so fun to see him suffer when it comes to winning Joonie over ( AHHHHHH Joonie is the most precious and can do no wrong!!! ) because tbh his intentions weren’t good. He is selfish. The entire season 1 was such a treat. Seeing their relationship progress and I— I don’t wanna spoil anymore but this could easily be a kdrama. There was that scene in the snow. AHHHHH! I was screaming while reading it! Lol. Season 2 is sweeter and more on fluff, by that time, you’re already so invested on them that you don’t care about any plot. Personally, what I loved about this is their mutual obsession towards each other. I’m a fan of that. I like tropes that are about “fated pairs” or something similar.

Between the Lines Chapter 20 ; ongoing

Not gonna say too much about this and I encourage people to wait for more chapters but it has a solid start. The MC/ML are both likable. Especially the MC. The premise is also hilarious, cause MC is a bl writer who is having a writer’s block and needs an inspiration for his protagonist. Here comes ML, who acts like Mr.Perfect ( but he isn’t ) and inspires him. There is so much more going on here that I feel like will be explored more as the story progresses so i’ll definitely come back to it.

Necromancer Survival 79 chapters ; 2 seasons completed and s3 is TBA

I had no idea what was in store for me when I decided to pick this up. I have a thing for necromancers and this one has the whole “dungeons” concept to it so I was down. But like — this probably ruined every other story for me. In a good way. Now I want a plot-heavy type of story with the romance as a bonus only. All I’ve been reading so are heavy on the romance & relationship, this has that element too but you get really invested with the plot.

Synopsis:

When the weak and unconfident Choi Yikyung first found out that he was a user, he thought he had finally hit the jackpot. In Yikyung’s mind, Necromancy seemed like the ultimate mix of cool and interesting. Back then, he had no idea that the Necromancer class was the weakest of them all! But as Yikyung enters the newly reopened Tower of Spirits in search of enhancement materials, he is sucked into a mysterious area of the dungeon where he encounters a frightening corpse. “Ding!” A quest window pops up, and it says… “You have made a pact with Seo Dawon, a vengeful spirit.” When tackling quests, it doesn’t hurt to have a companion or two, especially if one of them is the spirit of an ultra powerful and handsome young man. After all, “it’s dangerous to go alone”!

Don’t let the art fool you. It’s not some bright and shiny story. I made the mistake of thinking it’s gonna be some g rated adventure story lol It’s literally a necromancer whose goal is to make a master/slave pact with all the members of a dead team. He has to fulfill their wishes and help them get their revenge— which means killing a lot of people. It comes with a price, because every summoning is making him weaker in some aspects. Also no one knows what the true power of a necromancer is so whatever it is he’s doing — they don’t know what will happen to him in the long run. I freakin love the concept and how it’s mixed in with the romance. Is Seo Dawon only attracted to Yikyung because he is his master or are these real feelings? How will this relationship even work when one of them is Dead? A huge bonus too are how likable the other characters are. Especially Jung Garam!!! 🫶🏼

I hope the Manhwa continues cause I wanna see them get that revenge! 💪🏼 I wanna know too if Yikyung’s power will allow him to resurrect people and if so, what’s the payment?

I see lots of comments that say this adaptation does not live up to the novel & source material. Which i get it — a Manhwa will have restrictions, especially on the themes. The novels seems more gruesome and explicit ( not the sexual kind ) which usually has to be toned down for a Manhwa to get a license. Plus from what I can tell, the Novel is like 500 chapters ++ with a concept so niche and is for a specific type of reader. So yeah… I’m not sure if I will pick up the novel. I don’t have that urge yet, tho I am very interested in the censored scenes and if it’s really as dark as people are saying it is. I have a feeling it’s right up my alley. && I read some comments that Yikyung gets more dangerous as the story progresses ( getting corrupted by the summoning and the practice of necromancy ). I’m very curious! 👀

If anyones decided to read this, lemme know what you think. 💕

Black Mirror Chapter 64 ; Completed

This is the perfect spooky + sexy read for the season we’re in right now. From the first page down to the end, I can’t stop reading and wanting to know what happens next. It perfectly captures that eerie feeling, even if there are a lot of explicit scenes, it’s still there. The author really planned this well and the artist perfectly executed it. I don’t explain more because it’s best to go into this blind and experience the story for yourself. Highly recommend ✨✨

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See you all next month ^^ & feel free to recommend me some titles! 💕

[bozers]

Your Eye's on Me

Here is a little teaser of a Rainko one-off I am working on!

After the disastrously embarrassing scene so generously put on by Shao, the dinner quickly drew to a close. Those that remained had retired to the main ballroom to take coffee or perhaps a few more glasses of wine. 

Rain was indulging in the latter. He had endured much during the day's events, and he wanted to enjoy what remained of the evening before the tournament's conclusion. 

This event wasn’t all that different from the usual celebratory fare, but Rain had been drawn to a few of the new faces that graced the palace's chambers, as well as a few familiar ones.

He was quite glad that Shao had taken his leave, otherwise he would have continued to make a drunken fool out of himself. Although, he had been somewhat disappointed that his subordinate had left with him. Rain was planning on catching up with the second in command, as they had both been under Shao’s tutelage when they were boys. 

Rain had never got the chance to get to know the orphaned Outworlder, as Reiko didn’t speak much back then. His traumatic childhood had left deep scars that made socializing with him…difficult. And so, the years went by, and they both went their separate ways. 

Reiko had all but become inseparable from his duties, serving far away with Shao during his multiple campaigns across the land.

And Rain had thrown himself fully into honing his skills in magic, devoting himself to years of rigorous study to finally achieve the status of Arch Mage of Outworld.

However, he never forgot that quiet boy from his youth.

A flash of red caught his attention, and as he squinted through the crowd, he spotted the object of his thoughts. 

Reiko had returned, seemingly free of his General’s presence for the night.

The man had stationed himself against the wall surrounding the ballroom, silently watching the well dressed denizens of the court. 

Rain noticed his glass was still mostly full. He must be holding it for show. Not wanting to seem out of place, and yet he had sequestered himself to the outskirts.  

Curious. 

Rain made his rounds, catching up on the tepid after dinner small talk and fulfilling his social obligations to the who’s-who of the royal court. 

All the while sparing glances over to the lone soldier against the wall. His silver eyes seemed to glow ever so slightly in the low light as he gazed over the milling crowd, seemingly lost in thought.

After a few more glasses of the house red and exhausting the last shreds of interesting conversation, Rain felt his eyes drawn to check if a certain lieutenant was still there. 

He was.

Approaching, Rain casually threaded his fingers around the stem of his glass, cupping the bowl in his palm. 

As he breached the edge of the crowd into the empty area at the side of the ballroom floor, Reiko’s head snapped up to watch him draw closer. His eyes settled onto him, a curious expression on his face, but it quickly shifted to confusion as Rain seemed to ignore him. Instead of a greeting, the mage was looking above the soldier to squint at the ceiling. 

“What is it?” Reiko asked, slightly annoyed. 

“Oh I was merely observing the structural integrity of this wall.” Rain replied, nonchalant. 

“Why…?” Reiko’s voice was flat as he squinted back in confusion. 

“Well, you have been so dutifully holding it up for the past hour I had assumed it was on the verge of collapse.” Rain gestured toward the opulently carved stone wall, holding his glass aloft.

“Heh, you seem to have a fixation on odd details. I would have thought you were too busy chatting up all these overstuffed hens, given the fact you missed a much more interesting detail than this wall.” Reiko smirked.

“Oh? And what would that be?” 

“You didn't notice that I have been staring at you all night.” Reiko said, voice low.

“Have you?” Rain felt a slight shiver run through his spine the way Reiko’s eyes never left his. “Well, I may have spared you a few glances throughout the evening, but I never caught you so much as look my way.” He crooked up a skeptical eyebrow.

“That's because I didn't want you to know. I wouldn't be worth my salt if I was unable to covertly study a target.” Reiko crossed his arms, his untouched glass of wine still clutched in one hand. 

“Am I just a target to you then?” Rain turned on his heel, halfway threatening to walk away.

“Depends. Does that get your attention?” Reiko asked.

“Why couldn't you have been more obvious to begin with if you were vying for my attention this entire time?” Rain turned his back to him, scoffing over his shoulder. 

“I could be.” He pushed off the wall to step closer. Rain could feel the barest hint of the man’s breath on the back of his neck. He tried not to shiver. “More obvious, I mean.”

“Hm, I am not yet convinced. You may need to demonstrate.” 

“I am better at showing rather than telling anyway.” Reiko trailed his fingers down Rain’s side, the movement hidden by the lustrous velvet half cape, before gripping his hip tightly.

Rain sucked in a surprised breath, but kept his face from reflecting the surge of heat at his core. “Not here, what would the overstuffed hens think?” He purred under his breath, a slight smile pulling at his lips.

“Typical royal. Worried about your image despite your desires.” Reiko all but hissed in his ear, the rough quality of his voice stoking the growing flame within his chest. 

“And how do you know what my desires are?” He pulled away, this time forcing himself to take a step or two, teasing his escape. But what he really wanted was to be chased.

“I already told you: I know my targets. You are a still, clear pool of water and I’ve seen right through you.”

[bihanspookies]

The First Meeting

Summary: Takes place during MK3 when Kung Lao is seemingly killed by Shao Kahn. He ends up in the Garden of Lotós, where he meets Kasiya, the deity and ferrywoman that helps souls cross into their next phase. A bit of ref to MK Gold.

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“You— you should not be here.”

Kasiya’s eyebrows raise as the tips of her fingers delicately touch her lips, humming softly in thought as she looks at the Shaolin Monk who looks equally as confused. He had suddenly burst forth from the forest, skidding to a stop, huffing and puffing to catch his breath.

“What is this place?” Kung Lao demands, wide eyes as he takes in his surroundings. Colorful flora and vibrant fauna no matter where he looked, species he’s seen on Earthrealm as well as Outworld. He swears his head almost pops when he spots a tiger resting calmly next to a TaiGore.

Kasiya watches him with a slight tilt of her head, mind racing with different possibilities as to how he was here. There were only a few people who knew how to access this place and she was positive he was not one of them.

“Kung Lao.”

Kasiya’s voice startles him out of his daze, his hand coming to his chest.

“You know me?” It sounded more like a statement than a question but the deity could see he was trying his best to remain calm.

“I know everybody. I also knew your ancestor: The Great Kung Lao.” At that he audibly sputters, taking sudden quick steps towards her. Kasiya’s eyes widen just a fraction but she understands how ludicrous her statement must sound.

“You knew my ancestor? Surely that can’t be right. Why you’re no more than—“

“I assure you I am much older than your mind could possibly fathom.” She replies cooly, putting a hand up in between them and moving it forward to have him back up. He spares a brief glance down then back up, silently obeying.

“Now,” She clears her throat, a puzzled look on her features as she takes in the warrior who is studying her back. Now that his heart has slowed down a bit he allowed himself to really look at this mysterious woman.

Her long dark brown hair in loose waves, decorated with a sort of thin crown on top with a beautiful topaz gem in the middle. It almost perfectly matches with her eyes but he could argue that they were brighter than the jewelry. Kung Lao’s head tilts as he notices more and more details on her face: beauty marks, thick eyebrows, the shape of her nose, her full lips.

“You are still connected to your body.” Her voice snaps him out of it, blinking rapidly and locking eyes with her.

“Huh?”

“I have only seen this a handful of times… Tell me, what were you doing prior to this?” Kasiya starts to circle him, Kung Lao feeling like he is being tested by one of his teachers. There’s a graceful element about her, the way her dark green dress flows as she glides around him, her sparkling eyes zeroed in on his form. His cheeks flush slightly, a hand coming to cup the side of his head as he tries to recall where he was before he ended up… wherever he was.

“I was fighting somebody. Shao Kahn I think— sorry, where am I?” He asks again, stepping a few paces away from Kasiya to create some distance.

“And who are you?” He adds on, the thought of her potentially being dangerous crossing his mind. He straightens his posture, fingers flexing into his palms.

“You are in The Garden of Lotós. This—“ She gestures with one arm to the area, “Is where souls come once they have passed. You, however…” Her head shakes slowly, Kung Lao’s head cocking to the side as he awaits for her to finish speaking.

“Have not. As I said, your soul is still connected to your body. Which means that you must be unconscious somewhere, hanging on for dear life.” She starts to walk away, Kung Lao quickly following in step behind her. He has a million questions running through his mind, all of them overlapping and fighting for which will be asked next.

Kasiya stops in front of a giant flower, shaped like a pitcher with vivid colors and surrounded by small leaves. Her hand swirls in a delicate circle above the center, the water inside whirlpooling as it rises up and forms a shapely bubble in front of them. Inside it shifts, spinning until it forms an image. Kung Lao’s eyes narrow as he leans closer, a hand coming to rest along the edge of the pitcher's opening.

“Please do not stick your hands into my fytó stámnas, it is very rude.” She says calmly, side eyeing Kung Lao who quickly yanks his hands back to his sides.

“Sorry.” He mutters.

“Quite alright, now—“ The image in the bubble becomes more clear and Kung Lao’s eyebrows knit together when he sees himself lying unconscious on the ground, covered in blood and bruises. The memory of fighting Shao Kahn comes flooding back to him, just as powerful as the attack the Emperor had laid upon him before he ended up here.

“By the Elder Gods, that’s me! I don’t understand how this is possible. Please,” He turns towards the deity with a plea in his eyes, nearly reaching out to grasp onto her arm but he holds back.

“Do not worry, I will not keep you here. It is not yet your time, Kung Lao.” She offers him a kind smile, her hands crossed politely in front of her and stepping back from her plant. Kung Lao sighs in relief, this time not stopping himself from reaching out and clasping her hands in his.

“Thank you, truly.” He says. Kasiya does her best to remain calm, feeling the faintest flutter in her heart from the contact. She blames it on the fact that she’s alone for a majority of her time and certainly not on the fact that this one is cute.

“Of course,” Good, her voice is steady. “Now, off you go then.” She retracts her hands from his, smiling again for extra measure and clears her throat.

“Shut your eyes.”

He follows her instructions, closing them and fixing his posture to be more straight. His heart hammers away behind his ribs, his toes wiggling in his shoes as he waits for whatever Kasiya needs to do to send him back.

“Now, think of something that you want. Something that is driving you in your life, that you wish to complete.”

Kung Lao doesn’t even have to think about it, his lips already forming the words.

“I want… to leave a life of peace. No more fighting. Just… peace.”

Kasiya smiles softly and raises her hand up to him, her painted nail gingerly poking into his forehead. His features curl slightly, left eye peeking open just a bit.

“Ah, keep them closed. Unless you wish to get dizzy and vomit when you return.”

“Oh uh, no we don’t want that.” He chuckles a bit sheepishly. He remembers something, parting his lips and he can just feel the way she stares at him.

“You never said your name.” His voice is quiet, the temptation to look at her one last time growing every second.

“Kasiya.”

“‘Kasiya’.” He repeats, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. “Beautiful.”

Her hand falters a bit, a thoughtful expression on her face. She eyes Kung Lao up and down, an odd feeling blooming in her chest. She blinks out of her daze, repositioning her hand in front of him.

“Now, even though you saw your body where you last remember, that might not be the case when you return. Time is different here in the garden, just remember once I send you back.”

“Right okay. Uh, how exactly—?”

“Farewell.” With that, she pushes her finger against Kung Lao’s forehead, sending him falling backwards. He braces himself for impact on the ground but it never happens, air rushing past his ears and then silence. He lies there with his eyes closed, feeling the weight of his body suddenly and every nerve, muscle and bone in excruciating pain.

He opens his eyes, groaning and then going into a coughing fit. He feels like he can't breathe, as if something was sitting on his chest and there was a large object lodged in his throat.

“Careful now! We don’t want you yacking up anymore blood now, do we?”

Kung Lao looks to his right to find an elderly woman sitting there, dabbing a rag into a wash bowl before wiping across his face. Droplets roll down his dirty skin, trailing down his sides and into the bed below him. His gaze flickers to his chest, noticing the off colored gauze wrapped around him.

“How long have I been unconscious?” He asks, his voice hoarse and scratchy. He reaches a hand to touch his head only to be gently smacked away by the woman.

“Three days,” She answers, wringing out the rag into a different bowl and then dunking it back into the water.

“Three—?” He remembers something faint, a voice in the back of his mind tickling his brain.

‘Time is different here in the garden, just remember once I send you back’

“”Time is different…”” He repeats to himself in a murmur, the woman next to him questioning what he just said.

“You were mumbling in your sleep. Something ‘siya’… what’s that?” She stands up and walks away, coming back with a roll of bandages and a jar of ointment.

He tries to think about what she’s referring to, the name ringing familiar in his head. Why couldn’t he remember? He can vaguely recall a figure talking to him, the voice a bit raspy and melodic sounding.

The more he thinks, the more his head throbs but now he can remember that it was a woman and she had the most piercing amber eyes he’s ever seen, even in a dream.

“Best not to try and think about it, might give yourself another concussion.” She chuckles, reaching for his hand and placing one underneath his shoulder. Carefully she helps him sit up, Kung Lao grunting at the ache in his ribs, pain radiating throughout his body.

“Right.”

He thinks to himself that maybe when his head doesn’t feel like it’s being run over by a wagon, he’ll try to remember the woman’s name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bring me her head."

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are my warrior."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now, how about that meal, then?"

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fujin tilted his head slightly, appreciating her insight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door crashed open as someone was thrown through it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stood up abruptly.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

[1-up-chump]

For the funsies

Reader is a fighter,sweet but strong in spirit. (Bonus points if they a smol bean)

And mk characters challenge them to a fight (nothing extreme ir serious but a personal challenge). And if reader wins they earn their freedom,if they lose,they have to become their spouce. >:3c *insert evil laughter here*

Characters: shao kahn,shang tsung,quan chi,sheeva (cuz i feel they are the most likely to do this kinda thing)

Gn prns plz

Reader loses fight and must marry

Shao kahn:

You were quite a resilient warrior, small and unassuming yet just as ferocious. Many a warrior underestimated you and shao kahn could respect that, unfortunate that you were not on his side. Yet.

Shao kahn had one simple proposition, he would fight you personally. If he had lost, he would cease his attack on earthrealm and forfit the current tournament. But if he had won, all he would gain is your hand in arranged marriage. In the grand scheme of things it was all low risk and unusual for the emperor of outworld. Raiden only agreed to it since you were willing, as the only one who should have had a say in this specific and bizarre situation was you.

To, unfortunately not many's surprise, you lost. But not without putting up such a good fight that shao kahn had more respect for you than before. To flex his victory and taunt earthrealm further, shao kahn brought about the ceremonies as soon as they could be possible. At first you hated the fact you were 'won' as a 'prize' but to your surprise, shao kahn was rather generous. Many accommodations could be made, within reason. The only downside was that your pride was utterly destroyed, but perhaps sometimes there is a certain pleasure in being dominated by one who actually does as he says and obtains what he will. And that just so happened to end up being your heart. And now you know why shao kahn is a successful conqueror.

Shang tsung:

Such grace even in the face of death at it's greatest despair, you somehow earned shang tsung's attention. And your initial refusal at his attempts of persuasion (or flirtation, you couldn't tell) only whetted his appetite further. To the point the tournament master made a proposal, he would forfeit the mortal kombat tournament if he lost in a match against you. However, if he were to win, you would marry him. Raiden refused on principle, and the fact he couldn't stand the sorcerer being so tasteless (in the god's eyes) but you accepted. And your acceptance of shang tsung's challenge was more than enough for raiden to watch helplessly.

It was a fair and even fight for the first two matches, and although it seemed like victory was assured for you, that you would teach the sorcerer he would have to try harder than that to win over your soul. It was to your greatest error...

Shang tsung was holding back on purpose.

He utterly defeated you in the final round a flawless victory. In a turn of events no one but the sorcerer himself predicted. Shang tsung was not mindlessly flirting with you, but rather observing your fighting technique and will power. Unbeknownst to you, your will matched his own and with such familiarity the sorcerer had there was no hope of winning, from the very beginning.

Not all was terrible, and as a matter of fact you began to realize that, Although shang tsung initially wanted you to either add to his own power or be in servitude. Eventually shang tsung fell for his own lies and fell so deeply in love with you, that you could not escape him even if you were not bound by the honor of the elder gods enacted by mortal kombat.

Quan chi:

The demon has made many arrangements over the eons of his existence, but something about you tantalized quan chi in a way he had to create an ultimate scheme. Anyone with eyes could see that you were such a capable warrior with such a strong will, it was a shame to quan chi that your will was orientated by positive energies. The 'forces of good' if one were foolish enough to have such beliefs.

With quan chi's plans incorporated, it was foolproof. You were to fight him on the premise that if you win, quan chi would return to the nether realm. But even if you lost, earthrealm would be spared by your sacrifice. It seemed like a one sided deal for the demon, and raiden refused out of suspicion (and slight prejudice against quan chi in particular) but you accepted, even if you lost at least it would cost very little to your realm.

It was an utter massacre. You lost painfully more in dignity than physical injury. Quan chi gave you no room for error and despite your best efforts he merely toyed with you. You lost both rounds but you made sure to give him no flawless. The nether realm was something you had to get used to, not just the hellish scenery nor the hellish denizens, but the fact that your slow corruption was all your own. As quan chi hardly had to convince you to resent earthrealm and it's protectors who did little to prevent you from making a poor choice. As you hardened you started to gain power, and quan chi knew he had to be careful so you don't usurp him in a rematch.

Sheeva:

As earthrealm's warrior you eventually traveled to outworld a fair few times. There would always be conflict within outworld and groups that wish to war with outworld itself and earthrealm for its bountiful resources. But those who were once enemies are now allies, the shokan are an example. Although you did personally vow to protect earthrealm, you found yourself more familiar and at peace with the culture of the shokan. Their queen, sheeva, had inspired and awed you. You know of one way to shokan courtship, battle. And you would often lose against sheeva, but still you persisted to win her heart.

Unbeknownst to you something might have been lost in translation, to what you were asking you thought was a form of dating. Was far more important. You kept accidentally asking the queen of the shokan to be married to. It was a running joke amongst the shokan at how hopeless earthrealmers could be. But you had such a determination that even sheeva couldn't help but respect. The times you weren't fighting for her hand(s) in marriage you two did get along well.

To the point that, for the first time ever in shokan history, sheeva is the one who asked you to marry. Since it was clear you could never beat her, although you did put up a valent fight even if your victory ment rejection of her proposal. You United earthrealm and the shokan specifically, but more important is uniting outworld as a whole. But both of you knew this was a pleasant side effect to what you really wanted, love and battle.

[moronkombat]

Hi again!! I was wondering can some cute/ romantic has for general Shao please!

General Shao and romance do not often go together. His definition of romance is not that of the average person

What he finds romantic is acts that show off his skill and his partner's appreciation for such skill

Though he does have a fancy for taking his partner out to dine on beasts he has slayed and hunted

It is a rather extravagant affair and he will boast how he hunted this beast just for you

General Shao sees that you are treated with the utmost respect when out to dinner

Everyone is to refer to you with grace and status. He will not tolerate any less for you

He is also very keen on not having his partner lift a finger for anything. You want something? He'll get it for you. You need something done? It will be

This can even extend to his partner traveling. If it were up entirely to him, he would carry you wherever you went or have you sat in chariot

His partner is his darling treasure so fragile and small and he loves to tell you that, he loves just how much smaller his partner is

General Shao makes sure you are taken care of and provided for. He would tolerate no less

[kidcooperart]

I LOVE YOUR 2000'S AU SO MUCHHH

can you give us some hcs about it

Also, in this au harumi and hanzo are friends(or more?) with kuai ??

Love your character designs and the 00's fashion chices hope you make more 😍😍

Thanks! I can give some general stuff my sister and I have for the au 🫡 It's been fun making these designs for everyone and researching back on 2000s fashion. It's my favorite type lol, growing up I wished I could dress like all the older girls, and now I can dress up characters like it!

Mileena has a booked schedule; AP classes, soccer, fashion club, and student body president duties. She likes to keep herself busy as well as make her parents proud. She's an awful driver but hasn't gotten into an accident yet so she has a lot of false confidence lmao. Her best friends are Tanya and Rain, they give off gay friend group vibes but they gotta be in the closet I think (big inspirations for Mileena is late 2000s fashion, dipping into the mcbling era, a bit of scene as well. Total Millionaires influence as well)

Kitana is in cheer and photography! She likes being active in a way that works her whole body and keeping some grace to it. She enjoys taking photos of her friends and family, not wanting to forget a moment. She's top of her class while still finding time to roam the mall and enjoy her youth. She spends a lot of time looking out for her sister, however. (Also we hc she has a bit of a crush on Kuai Liang) (inspirations for Kitana are Britney Spears in her prime. Very girl next door, Michelle Branch inspo)

Bi han does shot put for the track & field team, and hates having to wait for Kuai Liang to finish his runs. He plays on his Xbox at home, co-op Halo matches with his friend Sektor. He's the designated driver of the group and he hates being chauffeur. Into divorced dad rock crush on kitana btw (inspirations fashion wise was lowkey LeoDicap for some reason? He's also my outlet to express how much I love grungy emo rock of the 2000s)

Kuai Liang does long distance runs for the track & field team, incredibly thankful Bi Han waits for his practice to end to drive him home. He's into skateboarding as well, often hanging at skate parks with his friends Hanzo and Harumi. He plays guitar as well, picking it up to play his favorite rock songs. He does a lot of house maintenance, going grocery shopping and cooking for his brothers. (Inspiration fashion wise was Fred Durst lmao idk why it just fits him in my brain. Also the guitar stuff comes from us just thinking Kuai being a Santana fan makes sense)

Tomas is in 5th grade and likes hanging out with his brothers and their friends, it makes him feel cool and included. He, Syzoth, and Ashrah are a little friend group of outcasts, he doesn't care and will defend his friends. He loves movies, especially ones of up and coming actor Johnny Cage. He dips his toes into the early internet, playing online games like Neopets and checking out cool websites. (Inspiration is Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle lol and really myself growing up in the 2000s. I'm projecting your honor)

Some miscellaneous stuff is these guys mentioned above are neighbors! They've known each other a long time and get along...decently. Shao is business partners with Sindel and Jerrod, often leaving Reiko to be babysat by the twins (to their dismay). Reiko is one of the kids who picks on Tomas and his friends, finding it irritating they aren't afraid of him.

Jade is Kitana's close friend, she's a member of the field hockey team and loves shopping. Tanya and Rain are in color guard! Skarlet plays bass guitar and is trying to start a band. Nitara has a reputation of dating people and stealing their wallets, also rumored to be a vampire. Sektor and Cyrax are friends with Bi Han, they're Sci Fi fans and kinda geeky but they hide it well. (Sometimes).

Johnny is a fresh actor with a breakout movie under his belt, he's a little excited about how quick his career caught wind and is signing up for everything. He makes tons of appearances, loves interviews, signs up for the smallest of projects, and answers every fan letter. He moved out to LA with his girlfriend Cristina, and she hired 3 bodyguards since worries about Johnny getting lost in the excitement. Jax, Sonya, and Kenshi work for Johnny and are exasperated at how much he revels in his fame, but also how he stays genuine and kind.

(As for the Harumi, Hanzo, and Kuai thing...the three are definitely friends. I could go either way about the dating stuff, whatever is more fun lol)

(Also, additional hcs, the Lin Kuei Brothers are half Chinese half Mexican. Tomas is still Czech and adopted but he is my honorary Mexican. The Twins are Vietnamese and...something. Haven't decided if they'll also get hit with the Mexican beam through Jerrod or if Jerrod to me is just South Asian, haven't deciphered something specific yet)

[cienie-isengardu]

Skarlet in most intros : I am loyal to Shao Khan, he is the true ruler of Outworld-

Noob: You know he hides his best magic from you Skarlet.

Skarlet: Bitch say what now? If that is true I'm going to kill him...

Lmao, it's funny how Skarlet is almost wholly loyal to Shao but the second she thinks he's hiding the good stuff she goes 'Murder is not only the answer but solution.'

I think Skarlet in a lot of ways is similar to Shang Tsung - she is loyal because being in Shao Kahn’s good graces is the best option available to her but that does not mean she won’t look out for her best interest. Like she said to Kotal Kahn in MK11, “Better to thrive in Shao Kahn's court than starve in the streets."  and so it is not surprising, she will declare her loyalty to the Emperor on every opportunity. Skarlet on various occasions admitted that she owns Shao Kahn for everything she achieved - her position and magic, but that does not mean she has no ambitions on her own:

D'Vorah: You hunger for the throne, Skarlet. Skarlet: Have you no ambitions, D'Vorah? D'Vorah: This One seeks only to preserve the Hive.

or

Kotal Kahn: Loyal to Shao Kahn, but not his daughter? Skarlet: I would be a better Kahn than Mileena. Kotal Kahn: On that one thing, we agree.

or

Mileena: You wish to be father's new bride? Skarlet: Would it be so difficult to call me mother? Mileena: It is impossible, Skarlet!

or

Shao Kahn: You've learned my magic well. Skarlet: My aim's to be more than your minion. Shao Kahn: Be careful not to set it too high.

or

Sindel: You attack me, Skarlet? Skarlet: I will be Shao Kahn's Empress. Sindel: You aren't even competition.

and

Skarlet: You hold the power of Edenia. Sindel: Shao Kahn wouldn't marry a weakling. Skarlet: I'll bleed your power and make him mine!

so I think that despite the great sense of gratitude and loyalty to Shao Kahn, once Skarlet will understand the Emperor is holding her growth back on purpose or becoming an obstacle to fulfillment of ambition, she may decide to eliminate him for good.

Though why she would listen to Noob Saibot she has little to no interaction story-wise and not other characters trying to make her see Shao Kahn's shitty nature is beyond me.

[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.

.

.

.

.

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. 

[mortal-kombat-shitposts]

IRain x ftm medic reader “exorcise in getting along.”

@boomclowntown part one of three (part one of two of my rain posts please forgive me.)

Warning: light reiko x reader, angst, cannon type violence, rain wants a nap, Reiko can't stop poking the mage. Shao wants the reader gone for disrupting the peace. Slow burn. I don't know how to write 😵‍💫 ignore my love for shaos voice.

When they talk about leylines and how they can affect everything around them, I didn't believe them now I do, as I lay ass up head down in a strange unknown world with creatures straight out of a fantasy book. “Looks like willbert wasn't lying I'll be damned." I straighten up and try to get my bearings.

I walk around a little bit falling upon someone who is training, his body like fluid grace, standing 7 '6 maybe, deeper skin tone and build, the purples and yellows highlight the stark contrast from his hands to a… . Staff I think. I can't see his face from here but maybe he can help me out. So I approach him gently letting my training kick in. “Hello, sir can you help me? I seem to be lost.” I speak softly.

He jumps a little like he wasn't expecting someone this far out in the nothingness. “Who are you and how did you get here? " He asks back turning to look at me. His eyes like liquid honey encased in amber. With a matching mask to everything else. There was a hostility to his voice. “I'm darling, I'm an army medic. I got lost looking for my troop.” I say carefully. He just squints his eyes at me. “Mmm medic. You are in outworld, in the living forest." He explained still suspicious of me." And you are?” I prompt him, he huffs.

" I am Rain.” Okay so he seems nice. " Can you lead me out of here, I've never been in a forest never mind a living forest.” I joke to ease the tension with Rain.

He seems unimpressed and like he would rather be anywhere else. “I suppose I could help you out earthrealmer." He tries to keep his voice neutral. He leads me out of the beautiful forest. To a army(?) Encampment, not so fond memories here or there, I hear someone barking orders, he looks so different from what I'm used to. Tall with horns, scale texture instead of hair with ridges, claws for hand and more of that scales texture the student in me is going crazy I want to ask him questions only to be picked up by someone by the back of my shirt, “don't look at the general, he's a very busy man with no want to deal with people like you." I hear someone rasp out, voice sounding like he eats gravel and asphalt for breakfast. “They are looking for away home, their from earth realm." Rain explains.

He looks at the man holding me up, I really hope this goes well. Last thing I want is to be stuck in a foreign land with only my sling bag and the clothes on my back. “Then they can talk to Sindel then, and we're busy training new recruits.” It was that same raspy voice again, I try to look at him? “Can you please set me down." I hear him growl and drop me on my ass. "Rude. I said set me down not drop me." He snorts and walks away, he's round 7’6, wide shoulders, well built, he has his sides shaved and the top pulled into a half bun. “Who was that?" I ask Rain. “That was Reiko the general's second in command." He offers his hand to me and I take it as he pulls me up. The general is nowhere to be seen now. Great my only hope of getting home gone like my father before I was born.

It takes three more before I see them again, apon a second look at the general I see that he has serpent eyes, sharp teeth and a growl to his voice that normal men certainly don't have. I learned since then that Reiko has light blue eyes that seems almost white in the sunlight. Rain assures me that shao will talk to me cause I hold information that he wants. Let's hope hes right. Rain decided to help distract reiko while I talk to the general it's working but I can't seem to pin him down. Once I do he seems irritated. "I swear each year you lot get weaker, i could have beat you as a sickly boy." He growls out to them. " Hell sir I was told you could help me." Those eerie eyes turn on to me, " who told you that and help you do what exactly?" He growls out.

To be continued