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highpatia · 7 months

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jealous | mortal kombat 1

johnny cage/reader — fluff, bodyguard!au

content. gn!r, r wears a suit 👀, a little suggestive? jealously duh, television references, reader is a lil delusional for a bit #mecore

author’s note. ofcourse i had to write a fic for my sassy man first 🤞🏻think I used the word ‘quickly’ too much 🤔 (2.262k)

You must’ve looked like a great fool stood there. Shoulders broad and hunched like an anticipating soldier ready for battle. If someone looked close enough they probably could envision the leaking malachite-like muck oozing from your very build— jealousy is a green-eyed monster as one would say.

From where you stand firmly, arms parallel to the unnoticeably grimy wall of this supposed “nationally-favoured” nightclub where apparently the biggest stars come to mingle and drink their woes away— you can’t help but stare. The man of the hour, Johnny Cage, surrounded by sleazy greeds searching for a pay rise and eager half-dressed bawds sucking up to him for whatever. You can’t help but stare as he so easily talks off any man or woman ready to use him for all he has, you can’t help but feel ill as they practically cling to him like leaches but you force yourself to remember that this your job to watch him keep him safe, from a distance of course.

The conversations don’t quite reach you from where you are but the loud laughter and jestering keeps your gaze suspicious. The relaxed posture and half buttoned up dress shirt prove to you that he’s relaxed. Coy smiles and a flirty tone of voice, you’d be inclined to think that his eyes are supporting a similar look if they weren’t disguised by his silvered specs prove that he may just enjoy this type of attention.

An intrusive feeling brews deep within your gut. It boils with blood-flavoured envy and lathers itself with desire. Unfamiliar thoughts bubble, its taste alike to sour grapes. It burns your chest and you can help but want to heave them back out again before consumption. But there is something about it. You know deep down that if you keep chewing, there is an addictive sweetness to the centre.

It isn’t until you feel a hand laid upon your left shoulder do you realise that perhaps you appear too zealous in your nature of guardianship. You look to the culprit of the interference and are greeted with a distantly familiar face, the club's bartender. Regardless of the recognition you can’t seem to put a name to the face, Lloyd, Moe? Another thing foggy in your mind as you only have one focus. He hands you a glass. It’s filled about halfway with an amber shaded liquid inside, a near perfect shaped ice sphere in the centre. You look at him ungratified.

“I can’t drink on the job. You know that right?”

He smiles. Perhaps you’d consider it warm if you weren’t so tense. The bartender is a common face you see when visiting the club, you’d be accustomed to believe that he’s the only one that works here full-time.

“It wouldn’t kill you to relax for a moment dear”

He jests, if it was a gentleman any younger than him you would’ve struck him right in the middle of his wrinkled nose.

“But it might kill him” you respond swiftly, lacking in emotion as you still hold onto the glass

“Gods above, he’s one of the best martial artists this world has ever known. If anyone tried it, he’d be the first to know.”

“Better safe than sorry, or fired.”

He laughs silently at your quip, greying hair brushing over his forehead as he turns his head to face the toast of the town, or globe to be literal.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you're jealous” He ponders, you can’t see his face fully anymore but you can picture the ever-growing smirk. Pulling a stunned choke of breath from you.

“Shouldn’t you be tending to your bar, old man? I’m in no need of banter as I work.. and no, it’s not jealousy, you are mistaken, old man.”

The rapid response of foul words and slight shake to your tone practically prove the question true. You look to him desperately as if to convince him false of lies— but he doesn’t face you again, but it still feels as if he’s laughing right into yours. The bartender then gives you a subtle nod before stepping past you and down the small set of stairs, then you are left to your running thoughts again. As if transfixed by your own perspective, you bring the glass up to your lips and take a swig of the alcohol inside.

Like fighting fire with fire, liquor burns just right in your gullet. Its wood-like essence reminds you of a toasty warmth only one could bring, no matter how much denial you face.

Looking over to face the superstar again you notice that his head is turned to face in your general direction, the almost obnoxious smile that was plastered on his face only moments ago was now replaced by a near flirty grin. Shaded glasses still rested against his eyes, you can’t help but feel he was looking right at you. As your heart begins to race, you fidget around. You sit up abit more from your previously slouched position and grapple onto your cuffed sleeve, playing with the stray thread that had become unwoven. As if he could see right through you, his smile turns more cheshire, like he had just caught you in the act. You ignore him diligently— or instead the ever growing fluster in your cheeks, instead focusing on the buttons of your cuffed shirt.

It isn’t until you hear the saddened whines of harlots and hurried murmurs of desperate businessmen do you realise that he is walking straight towards you.

“Alright! Drinking on the job? That’s not like you at all Costner”

You're quick to stammer out reason but he is quicker to shut it down with a wave of his hand, the brass ring that he wears shines under the dingy lights.

“I don’t know about you but I am beat! You ready to go home or do you request another beverage?”

Like most often his tone is joking, but you can’t help the flush of your cheeks and the sputtering of breath before giving up and just nodding your head in agreement, it’s probably just from the alcohol you think. He laughs and says nothing as he plucks the old-fashioned from your clammy hands before knocking back the rest of the drink himself. After he finishes the drink, your drink, he leans down towards you.

“Let’s get outta here yeah?” He doesn’t even give you time to respond before he turns around and guides you out the front entrance. Comparable to a lost puppy, you follow posthaste.

Back at the mansion you begin to feel more at ease, like a metaphorical weight had been lifted from your shoulders. The mansion was somewhat familiar to you as you’d only been in it a few times, but it still brings a sense of security to you.

There is an almost proud lick of pride that swells in your chest as you lounge on the ruby shaded sofa in the dimmed living room, dress tie slightly loosened.

Johnny pads back into the living room with two liquor-filled glasses in his hand, identical to the one the both of you shared in the club. He hands one to you before sitting down next to you.

He groans before rolling his neck around, you can't seem to lie to yourself and think that it doesn’t do anything to you. As you look at him you notice that his sunglasses are no longer on his face and silk dress shirt seems to be unbuttoned even more that what it was before. You gulp silently before taking a small sip of your drink.

He leans back while looking up at the roof, you replicate the actions and do the same. Ripples of the pool water dance on the roof, matched with golden hues of the sunset calm your prior anxieties as you sink further back into the couch. It’s quiet for a few minutes, occasional clinking of melting ice from your glasses.

After another few silent moments, Johnny huffs before sitting back up, you automatically do the same as if transfixed by his actions. He smirks again before turning to face you.

“You wanna go swimming?”

You freeze. Your boss, the man that you have been protecting from the past several months, has just asked you to practically get naked with him.

“I- what?!” You splutter, if he couldn't tell you were nervous before, he definitely can now.

“Yeah! Come on, it'll be fun, I never get to use this pool anymore.”

That’s a dirty lie, every time you’ve been here he’s either just gotten out of the pool or “planning” to get in. You try to work up the courage to speak but all words are stuck in your throat as he places his glass on the coffee table before standing up and further unbuttoning his shirt.

It feels as if your heart was about to beat out of your very chest as you watch Johnny strip down from the corner of your eye. He stops at his underwear but you still feel completely perverted as you do so, but also can’t help but feel that’s exactly what he wants you to feel. As he walks over to the pool he looks at you from over his shoulder and cheekily laughs at your avoidance to look at him. You can hear the splashing of the water as he walks down the shallow steps before jumping in the rest of the way.

Whilst searching for excuses, your brain is too busy battling itself for any reason to run straight out the front door and never face this man again, or just giving up and joining him right now.

Your thoughts are hastily stopped when he hums to catch your narrowed attention. You turn slowly to see him as he moves around in the water. Sun kissed skin now painted with small water droplets, the sunset causes rays of orange and yellow to shine on his muscular chest. He looks at you expectedly, eyes shining with a look you’ve never really seen before. Maybe the alcohol really has gotten to you because you're quick to scoff jokingly before standing up and begin to leisurely take your clothes off. He laughs pridefully as if he was in a movie roll, like a knight after he has just won a great battle. He turns towards the other edge of the pool before leaning out over the railing, not before catching a quick glance at you.

As you swim over to him, you can’t help but admire his physique. Back taut with defined muscles like one of those ancient statues of gods that you’d see in museums. The way the singular droplets of water run down his spine, you can’t help but feel jealous— for all the right reasons.

“What happened earlier, at the nightclub?” He questions as you move to lean over the edge with him.

“What do you mean? Did something happen?”

He scoffs and turns around so that his back is leaning up against the railing. “No. Nothing happened, I mean, you were looking all mad when we were there.”

“Oh” you pause, clearing your throat “I was just thinking I guess, about the job” you try to joke for once but it seems as if he’s not amused.

“You think about the job, while on the job?”

“Well, no. I was just thinking about what I normally think about, like scouting out the exits, seeing what kind of people are around—”

“Hey.” He interrupts, shortly.

“I- I don’t know? It was when you were sitting there with all those people, they cling to you like leeches, like those girls? They were practically throwing themselves at you and.. it was just embarrassing” You try to laugh off your own words but it’s cut pretty short.

He’s silent again. Honestly, it’s the quietest you’ve ever seen him. A short moment goes by before he starts chuckling to himself. You sat there confused as he does so.

“Were you- were you jealous?” He asks, the infamous smirk plastered back on his face.

“What? No, I wasn’t jealous” you laugh to yourself as you turn around as well.

He’s quick to move again but this time he corners you in, trapping you between the edge of the pool and himself. Now you are sure he can hear your heart pounding against your chest.

“Come on tell me the truth” he urges

You can’t seem to say anything as he slides his hands along the bannister of the pool, edging very close to the middle of your bare shoulders. He blinks slowly, eyes peering into yours almost sensually before quickly glancing at your lips. You can’t seem to find any palpable lies to convince him, or yourself.

The tension in the air is suffocating, it’s left you speechless.

There is a hesitation when he looks down to your lips and then back to your eyes, you read it almost instantly. The wavering is quickly dismissed as you both are instantaneous to close the distance between you. His mouth crashing into yours in a heated kiss. One of his hands flies off the railing and onto your waist, somehow pulling you closer to him. Your shock is unrestrained immediately as you wrap your hands around his neck. The kiss is messy, teeth clattering against each other, desperate as you both are. You have to pull away first, shallow breaths are forced out in urgency. For a moment, that’s all you do, just breathe.

“Yeah. Maybe I was a bit jealous.”

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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Firestorm Part 10: Obvious

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021 Liu Kang x Reader

A/N: new stuff soon, <3

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The trio moved the remaining few things you owned and then setup your new space. Then you setup a few lights in the hall so that it wouldn’t feel like such an unwelcoming space. You decided that you might try your hand at decorating if you wound up stuck there for longer than a few weeks. You were trying very hard to be positive. The next few days, while resting, you would clean up the adjacent rooms and washroom. That would help keep you busy and keep your mind off of the inevitable end that seemed to be creeping ever closer.

You sat on the floor, looking over a list of hospitals in Andong while pouring over maps. Together you charted places to stay while you were there and places of note. You couldn’t recall where your parents had lived but you remembered the hospital the moment that you’d seen the name. Keimyung University Dongsan Hospital.

The search for your truth, whatever that meant, would start there. You couldn’t prove you existed anymore. All of your important papers and identification had been lost in the fire. You were sure that the Chinese government had record of your existence but that wasn’t what you’d needed. You hadn’t minded losing all of that at first. You hadn’t thought about it that hard. You’d found a new purpose and a new identity in Raiden’s Temple with your friends. They’d become your found family.

But there were times, like now, where it made you sad. You’d worked hard for the life you’d built and there were times where you missed your remaining family. You’d never been close and the relationships had been incredibly toxic, but you also still loved them. It would have been so much easier to track this stuff down if you could stop by your sister’s and ask your father. You were estranged but he would have still given you the information. If it came down to that, Liu Kang had said he was willing to speak to them under the guise of a story on the town and the history of the dojo. That would have been awkward too, so you hoped it didn’t come to that.

“I’ll start moving my things over tomorrow. I’m sore.” Kung Lao yawned. He’d opted to take a room that was on the floor above yours.

“If you had just waited to move furniture like a normal person…” Liu Kang scolded, going over the maps again and charting out a course in the notebook he’d been using.

“Today has been exceptionally long. You don’t know that is the reason I’m sore.”

“He’s got a point.” You didn’t look up from the map. “Sure you won’t change your mind? You can just stay in your room. I’m really okay here by myself.” You didn’t want them to isolate themselves. They were important people in Raiden’s Temple. You were the only one causing problems so there was no reason for you all to be isolated.

“I’m not leaving you here alone.” Kung Lao pouted. “Do you not want me to stay?”

“It’s not that. I think it’s really sweet but you’re…” You wanted to say he was more important than you were but you knew both he and Liu would react poorly to that information. “I just think it’s silly for all of us to be isolated when I’m the only one impaling people with ink.”

“And what happens if you’re here alone and you summon something you can’t handle?” Kung Lao frowned. You couldn’t argue with him that there wasn’t a chance of that happening seeing as it had happened many, many times now. “You almost killed yourself today with your arcana.”

“I know that I just… I don’t…”

“Don’t argue with him, Y/N. It’s pointless.” Liu Kang was still writing in the notebook and you sighed. They were right. Arguing with them was pointless.

“I guess the only choice you have is to get better.” Kung Lao beamed and wrapped an arm around you in a hug. You winced and he relaxed his grip on you. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. You mean well, I guess.” You threw another glance at Liu Kang and picked up his hand as he tapped the paper with the pen. He was covered in small scrapes. “You never took care of this.”

“I forgot.”

“Can I?” You could feel Kung Lao rolling his eyes. “What?”

“I would have left mine too if it meant you were going to take care of it.” Kung Lao let you go and hopped up to his feet. “I’m going to get some rest. I really am sore. But I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N and we’ll get this placed cleaned up in no time.”

“Thanks, Kung Lao.” You felt your cheeks hot at the implication. Kung Lao narrowed his eyes at Liu Kang before he left the room. You could hear his footsteps echoing down the hall.

“…I didn’t leave it because of that.”

“Uh-huh.” You let go of his hand and he tried to hide his smile.

“I wasn’t willing to leave while you were unconscious. That’s all. Kung Lao was bloodier than I was. He needed stitches.”

“Yeah.” You looked down at the maps and felt the guilt rattle you again. “Can I help?”

“I’m fine, Y/N.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” You wanted to help. Even something as small as cleaning a few scrapes would make you feel a little better. Paying a penance for the things beyond your control would help ease your guilt, you hoped.

“Yeah, you can. If you’re that worriedabout me.” He looked to you purposely as he said the word.

“Oh, we’re playing that game, are we? Mr. I’ve-been-radiating worry-literally-all-day.”

“Feel like my worry is more justified than yours.” Liu folded up the map and placed it aside with the notebook and pen. You picked up the first aid kit that you’d shoved beneath your desk for the time being. Liu was setting his shirt aside and you averted your gaze quickly. Why? Well, habit, you supposed. Thankfully most of the scrapes were on his arms. There were a handful on his face and another on his neck. Why he’d taken his shirt off? You were now uncertain.

You would literally never complain that Liu Kang went around without his shirt. It was very distracting though. You picked up his hand and urged it to rest on your knee while you wiped away the blood, soot, and dirt that stained his skin. He didn’t even budge as you cleaned the small scrapes on his left arm. But he did watch you, which was also very distracting. Liu Kang had a way of taking you in and you shivered beneath his stare.

He pushed your hair back behind your ear and his hand engulfed your cheek and turned you to him. Warm Liu Kang and his careful touch. There were rivers behind his eyes of things he wanted to say but he said none of them. You leaned into his hand and then turned back to your work. He rested his other hand on his knee and waited patiently.

When you switched arms, he shifted and cleared his throat. You threw your gaze back to him and caught his dark eyes full of admiration before turning back to his wounds.

“How are you handling this?”

“Oh, I’m not.” You offered his hand a squeeze. “Turned my brain off. I have completely detached.”

“Y/N…” He was surprised and grabbed your hand to stop you, worry thick in his voice and his gaze. You offered him a smile and he sighed in frustration. “Sometimes your sense of humor worries me.”

“I know.” You held his hand. “I worry me too sometimes but I… joking about it helps me cope. Otherwise I’d just be scared. Laughing makes me feel less scared. I’m…” You shivered and his hand brushed over your arm. “I’m scared.” You hated saying it. Up until now you’d refused to admit it but the more that you thought about it the more hopeless it seemed.

“I’m scared too.” Liu’s hand crept over the hanfu you’d changed into for the night. Then he let you go and leaned against your bed. You scooted next to him. “I’m with Kung Lao on this one. I don’t think you should be alone here. I’ll be moving my things closer tomorrow.”

“Liu…” You knew that they wouldn’t listen. Why were you arguing? You wanted them to listen. “I know you guys are worried and that you feel guilty that I’m here alone but I volunteered for this. It was my idea. I know it’s dangerous but… not hurting anyone anymore also meant not hurting you.” You turned to face him and rested your hand on his cheek. He placed his hand over yours and then urged his lips to your palm, never taking his eyes away from yours. Your stomach tightened into knots. Why was it that when he looked at you, you felt naked? Like he could see you as vulnerable as you often felt? “Look at you.”

“I know you feel guilty.” He pulled your hand away from his lips and held it in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles, prayer beads between both your hands. “I can’t spare you from that as much as I wish to. But I made my choice. Kung Lao warned me what would happen if I did.”

“You just… jumped right through it to get to me.” You furrowed your brow as you felt the burning behind your eyes, hot with emotion. You hated crying. You hated it. Don’t do it. “You’re a fool sometimes, Liu Kang.”

“Call it what you will. I couldn’t leave you in there all alone. At least I thought of the rug, right?” He tried to lighten the mood but it was too heavy to accomplish. “He would have killed you. Bi-Han. Raiden told me a bit about him. There are murals you should see. But I… I had to get to you. I’m not sorry for that.”

“I know you’re not. And I’m grateful that you did. I was terrified. Too weak to fight and he…” You closed your eyes and focused on breathing. You’d felt so damn helpless. You hadn’t felt helpless since you were a kid and you hated it. There was no closet to hide in here to cry it out. Nowhere to hide from Liu Kang. “I hurt you. Again. And Kung Lao.”

“It wasn’t you, Y/N. You were hurt too.” He brushed his fingers over the sore marks on your arm from the ice beneath the sleeves of your hanfu. You nodded but you felt responsible for all of it even if you’d had no control over it. You felt responsible for not having control. Liu Kang had gotten you to talk about it, something you hadn’t wanted to do. It was easier to cry alone and then fake okay until you felt okay. You didn’t want any pity. Liu Kang didn’t think you were pitiful. He was worried about you. He let go of your hand then brushed his fingers over your cheek, just beneath your eye and you knew he was wiping away tears that had, regretfully, fought their way free.

“Ugh.” You whined and leaned back, sniffled, and then wiped your eyes free of the blurry tears so no more of them would rebelliously fall down your cheeks. “I hate this.”

“This feels like a much healthier emotional response, at least.” He teased and you laughed and then shoved his shoulder lightly. He pretended you pushed him much harder and then scooted closer to you.

“I don’t like crying.”

“No one likes crying, Y/N.”

“Fair point.” You stuttered and then closed your eyes. “Will you sit still so I can finish?”

“I’m fine.” He laughed and took your hand as you made to wipe one of the scrapes on his face. “I’m fine, Y/N. I’m tougher than you think.”

“So am I, Liu.” You didn’t have the strength to back that up anymore, but you still meant it.

“I know.” His fingers brushed over your jaw and beneath your chin, tilting you to look back up at him. You were powerless to deny him. He smelled of soot and blood. “I made a choice to protect you. I won’t lose you.” He crept ever close to your lips and you admired his as they came close. There was a cut on his lower lip you hadn’t noticed, the red of the wound having melded into the red of his lips. He was attractive even wounded. It would have even been sexy if you hadn’t been the one to hurt him. “Don’t give up.”

“I’m not.” You assured him but your voice felt weak. Was it because of everything that had happened or because Liu Kang was holding you so close, so intimately? “I am being realistic though, Liu. This is the right place to be. I won’t forgive myself if I…” You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want to lose him or Kung Lao.

“And I won’t forgive myself for not protecting you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about. I’m not the one who needs protecting.”

“That’s not the point I’m making, Y/N. I want to protect the people I care about. Not because I don’t think you’re capable but because you are precious to me. Have I not made that clear? How much I care about you? How much you mean to me?”

You shivered all over and closed your eyes, swearing that your heart had skipped a beat. He just went right out and said it. Dammit, he was romantic. The tension was so thick you swore that you struggled to breathe. Liu Kang created his own atmosphere. Then again, it could have just between the two of you. You liked that.

“I…” You struggled with words, as if the air were too thick for them. His lips were so close, bruised, and bloodied, but perfect. Would kissing him hurt him, you wondered? He seemed willing to feel pain at a chance at your lips. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat ever present being this close to him. His fingers pushed your hair back from your face and you leaned into his touch, the whole thing having become such a comfort. He’d done this so much that you craved it, like an addict.

His lips met yours and you felt that swelling in his lower lip and swore you broke. But he held you up. He kept the pieces of you in place. When you were falling apart, Liu Kang wasn’t afraid to pick you up. He wasn’t afraid of the mess you’d make. He didn’t criticize you for your feelings. He didn’t belittle you for your worries. But he supported you. He winced as you grasped at his forearm and you pulled back from that sweet kiss very suddenly.

“No.” He urged his lips back to yours and you laughed against them as he wrapped his arm around you before you could argue with him and pulled you right into his lap. You placed your hand on his cheek and he urged his knees up to urge you higher, tilting his head up right into that sweet, tender kiss.

“Your lip.” You muttered against it.

“It’s fine, Y/N, don’t… you dare stop kissing me because of that.”

“Wow, bossy.” You laughed as he placed his hand at the back of your neck as if to make a point. Pushing his hair back you shoved that worry from your mind. You sat sharing soft, intimate kisses in the dim lamplight of your new space. His lips tasted like the soot and blood he smelled like and it gave you the oddest thrill to memorize those new marks on his lips. Strong hands brushed over your arms and then down to your hips and you pulled back from that kiss, reluctantly. He looked in a daze, but a happy one. As if you’d woken him from a nap.

His thumb brushed over your hip, hands gently caressing over the outside of your thighs and back up again. Liu Kang was no longer nervous to touch you and his hands at your thighs were practically a death sentence.

“…you’re trying to get out of getting cleaned up.”

“It’s working.” He smiled up at you and pressed his lips to yours again and you returned that kiss for a second before pulling back.

“Boy, is it working.”

“The scrapes aren’t going anywhere.”

“I know.” You brushed his loose, messy hair from his face. “Let me take care of them?”

“Mmm…” He considered this and his hands returned to your waist. “Yes, of course, Y/N.” You took to tending to the scrape on his jaw, on his cheek, on his forehead. It was soothing. He closed his eyes and let you take care of him as if the motion were putting him to sleep. Then you finally set aside the first aid supplies and admired your handiwork. Liu Kang was only made more handsome by the scrapes on his face. How was that possible? Were you that wrapped around his finger? “How’s it look, doc?”

“I hate to say it, but incredibly attractive.” You sighed dreamily and he laughed and leaned his head up to give you a sleepy kiss.

“You made me tired.”

“I could tell.”

“It was nice to be cared for by you.”

“I care for you.” You weren’t good at saying what you felt but Liu Kang made you feel more confident about the lousy way you expressed yourself.

“Careful, Y/N. That might mean too much to me.”

You shivered from head to toe as his hand brushed over your back. Then he sat up sleepily and wrapped his arms around you. “I care about you, Liu.” You rested your hand on the side of his neck and closed your eyes. “More than you know.” He shivered beneath your touch.

“If I stayed tonight… would that be okay?”

You worried instantly what would happen if you had an incident during your dreams again.

“…what if…”

“I’m willing to take the risk.” Liu Kang didn’t seem as concerned about it as you thought he should be. His thumb brushed over your lower back and he left a soft, sleepy kiss on your shoulder. He must have been exhausted.

“Stay.” You relented far too easily. You wanted his arms around you forever. They felt safe and strong. Liu Kang lifted you up and then lazily rested you in bed before crawling in right after you.

“You okay to sleep in that?”

“Yeah.” You adjusted yourself in his arms. “It’s fine.”

“Seems like a lot.” He closed his eyes and urged you to rest with your back to him, tugging you close. Apparently, Liu Kang was fond of being the big spoon. You couldn’t argue. As his hands brushed over your stomach and you sunk into him you felt you could lay like this in his arms forever.

“Oh, really?”

“Could help with that…”

“Wow.” You laughed but even as he joked you could feel him falling asleep next to you. “We have a lot to talk about, you know.”

“I do. Too comfortable right now though. Thought we made good progress.”

“You’re falling asleep.” You whispered as he slurred against your shoulder, face buried in your hair. He made a positive sound and you let him rest. It would take you ages to sleep but feeling his heart beating against your back with his arms securely around you was the best end to this horrible day that you could have hoped for.

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blackdragonturds · 3 years

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Mortal Kombat Headkanon #11

Bath time with you Kombatant

Kano: When you take a bath with Kano, he likes sitting behind you so he won’t get too wet. Wouldn’t want his cybernetic parts to short out in the tub. He likes resting against the back of the tub with you between his legs, contentedly washing your hair for you. He has surprisingly gentle hands when he washes your hair with kissing your cheeks. He whispers naughty things into your ears and sweet things telling you how attractive you are to him. He is a naughty and wild guy so if he feels like taking you he will. That being said, he may pleasure you on the bathroom floor til your knuckles turn white grasping the towels he knocks over.

Erron Black: Erron would be more than happy to join you for a bath. He loves looking at your body in the tub, especially when you’re all sudsy. He’s fond of sweet talking you while rubbing you clean with the washcloth or loofa. Your Outworld cowboy loves to remind you how much he loves you and what you mean to him. He may as well bring a bottle of Jack Daniels into the bathroom with him for you and him to share. He purrs like a kitten when you wash his hair and loves the way your nails get his scalp clean. He finds it as almost as pleasurable as sex. He likes to tease you sliding his hand down your leg while whispering sweet nothings to you.

Kabal: (Pre Burn)- He loves to bathe with you all the time. He finds baths with you a beautiful way to strengthen your bond with him and in his heart, sacred. He finds moments like this irreplaceable, even if he’s an utter goofball. Blowing bubbles with shampoo, putting a rubber duck on your head, even pretending the bar of soap is an ice cream sandwich. He likes to have quiet discussions with you and tease you.

(Post Burn)- Post burn Kabal may have some sensitivities to heat if the water is too hot, so you leave the tap on a bit cooler than usual. He’s EXTREMELY self conscious and it may take you a few tries to tell him its okay and you don’t care what he looks like. He also might be uncomfortable with certain soaps or perfumes in the water, but you can adjust. You love him regardless, and that’s what is important.

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)- Scorpion doesn’t mind bathing with you. He considers it a privilege as a man who’s devoted to you. Hanzo thinks your body is a temple and will do what he thinks will get you comfortable in the tub with him. He often likes heating up the water with his body heat since he’s a tad warmer than most people. If its a tub over a fire, even better. He loves to hold you close enjoying the feeling of your skin against him and letting you know how much this means to him. He likes to massage you while in the tub with him and work his magic on your muscles.

Sub-Zero (Kuai Liang)- Bathing with Kuai may be a bit challenging because he doesn’t like being too hot. His ice powers may chill the water to the point its unbearable so he prefers showers with you. Despite that he’s a sucker to sweet talk you. He loves you more than words can describe so his soft and husky voice can be a turn-on for you. He likes making you smile making snowflakes fall as you two spend time together. He considers you absolutely stunning while he holds you close. He loves gazing into your eyes nuzzling you.

Skarlet: She will wholeheartedly like to bathe with you. Especially if you have blood red rose petals in the tub, candles burning or incense going. She likes to keep the lights down low as she considers this a moment that needs to be savored. She loves to sip wine in your embrace as she likes to pretend its blood and she’s a vampire. Roleplaying in the bath with her is considerably silly but cute to her. Soft music playing and some roses floating in the tub always makes her smile.

Baraka: He considers bathing with you a private and intimate, yet awkward thing. He doesn’t like getting scratches all over you since your skin is more prone to them wet. And when it comes to his spikes on his skin, he’s careful not to poke you while sitting down into the tub.

#kabal mk #scorpion mk #subzero #baraka mk #skarlet mk #kano mk11 #mortal kombat #headcanon #bath time #idk what to tag this as #cute

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whatamidoingwithmylifeman · 3 years

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Mortal Kombat 11 Michiko vs Canon intro fight dialogues

TW: implications of torture and ptsd

Michiko, Reiki, and Nozomi are my OCs. Reiki is genderfluid and goes by she/her and he/him pronouns. I decided to replace the guest characters with canon characters from previous games that make sense for said OC to be interacting with. Also, Sindel in this, is not the retcon Sindel she is in the games. Plus I include my own HCs. I will post the other part to this when I am finished with it. Please read below the cut.

Baraka vs Michiko

Baraka: I smell the scent of a demon.

Michiko: I would turn that nose away before you catch the scent of your own blood!

Baraka: Come and try “Earthrealmer”.

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Baraka: How well do you handle blades?

Michiko: As long as they aren’t running with a buzz I’m cool with it.

Baraka: Then you’re in luck.

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Baraka: Your mate burned half our camp!

Michiko: He got scared!

Baraka: He will pay!

Cassie vs Michiko

Cassie: I didn’t know there was another woman Lin Kuei.

Michiko: Wait, another!?

Cassie: Oh you have got to meet Frost!

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Cassie: Wait, you’re Sektor’s sister!?

Michiko: I’m trying to forget that myself...

Cassie: Then how did you get powers and he didn’t?

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Cassie: Sooo heard you and a certain fire type were together?

Michiko: Who told you about Reiki and I!?

Cassie: Yes! It’s cannon!

Cetrion vs Michiko

Cetrion: You’re friends with my niece?

Michiko: Nozomi was the first one there for me when I became lost.

Cetrion: Treasure that friendship young one.

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Cetrion: You aren't a cryomancer?

Michiko: I’m what you would call a demon.

Cetrion: then I must send you back into the Netherrealm.

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Cetrion: Your anger in Hanzo is misplaced.

Michiko: he’s trying to take Reiki away from me!

Cetrion: Trust me, those aren’t his intentions.

D’vorah vs Michiko

D’vorah: This one is intrigued by your ice

Michiko: Please observe from a distance.

D’vorah: Afraid of bugs, Michiko?

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D’Vorah: The hive would like a word with your fiery friend

Michiko: You won’t put one stinger near him!

D’vorah: Fine, this one will put them in you.

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D’vorah: You are not human?

Michiko: no.

D’vorah: This one will end you just the same

Erron vs Michiko

Erron: Boy you must be real valuable to have a warrant this high

Michiko: What are you talking about Erron?

Erron: Your brother paid me to bring ya home.

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Erron: You stepped out with Bi Han?

Michiko: Err almost..

Erron: Hit and miss?

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Erron: Need help with courting some ladies?

Michiko: if I did I wouldn’t ask you.

Erron: that hurt worse than a caliber.

Frost vs Michiko

Frost: Family reunion!

Michiko: Huh? What do you mean?

Frost: You're back, and Uncle Sektor is too!

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Frost: Wait, you’re a demon?

Michiko: Unfortunately, yes.

Frost: You just became even more badass!

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Frost: I heard you really tore Kuai a new one when he kicked me out

Michiko: Frost, you are the only reason I returned to the Lin Kuei a few years back

Frost: You... you came back for me?

Fujin vs Michiko

Fujin: Despite being of odd origins, I sense you are more human than most

Michiko: I’m a demon Fujin. A monster.

Fujin: Even demons can achieve humanity.

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Fujin: What has possessed you to act so violently?

Michiko: Possessed. Ha, good one Fujin.

Fujin: I am being serious Michiko!

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Fujin: Your love for Reiki carries across the winds

Michiko: Could you bless our wedding?

Fujin: I am no Elder God.

Geras vs Michiko

Geras: For an ice type, you boil over so easily

Michiko: If people could just leave me and Reiki alone I wouldn’t be angry all the time

Geras: There’s more to your anger than just your fear of losing your lover.

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Geras: Michiko. Demon of the Lin Kuei.

Michiko: Strange sandman. Weirdo of whatever.

Geras: You are not like many others.

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Geras: What is your greatest desire?

Michiko: I want to be far away from Earthrealm with Reiki!

Geras: Serve Kronika, and she will grant your wish

Jacqui vs Michiko

Jacqui: You’re cooler than Sub-Zero!

Michiko: Is that a compliment or an observation?

Jacqui: Both!

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Jacqui: So are you like the girl version of Sub-Zero, or Sektor?

Michiko: Ah! Don’t compare me to my brother!

Jacqui: Roger that.

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Jacqui: What’s your deal with Hanzo?

Michiko: He doesn’t know how to stay away from my mate!

Jacqui: A little relationship tip for ya, jealousy isn’t romantic.

Jade vs Michiko

Jade: Do you work for Quan Chi?

Michiko: I’m a demon. Not a bitch.

Jade: That does not answer my question.

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Jade: Child of a nymph

Michiko: how did you know?

Jade: I like to study in my free time.

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Jade: No you may not borrow my staff!

Michiko: awe please! Just for a day!

Jade: I know what your intentions are Michiko.

Jax vs Michiko

Jax: What do they call you back home?

Michiko: Depends on who you’re referring to.

Jax: Is that good or bad?

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Jax: You’re Lin Kuei?

Michiko: Was. And I’d like to keep it that way.

Jax: Shit. Must have been a bad trip.

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Jax: Don’t let others define you based on your origins Michiko.

Michiko: Where was this advice when I was a kid?

Jax: Probably just outside those cold walls.

Johnny vs Michiko

Johnny: So if you’re actually a demon, then where are the horns and pitchfork?

Michiko: What do you base your imagery of demons off of?

Johnny: No comment.

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Johnny: Cassie and I thought of some ship names for you and Reiki!

Michiko: Oh by the Elder Gods, spare me!

Johnny: What about IcyHot? No no! Freezer Burn!

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Johnny: You may have the coldest ice around, but I’m still cooler than you!

Michiko: Tch. I’m not even gonna argue with you Cage.

Johnny: ha! So you admit it!

Kabal vs Michiko

Kabal: So do you eat souls or some shit like that?

Michiko: I eat life essence, not souls.

Kabal: What’s the difference?

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Kabal: How are you able to withstand Reiki’s heat?

Michiko: She can control the amount of heat in her flame.

Kabal: That’s actually badass.

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Kabal: There’s no way you and Sektor are related!

Michiko: not by blood. No.

Kabal: Wait, you're adopted?

Kano vs Michiko

Kano: could use a gal like you in the Black Dragon.

Michiko: I’d rather avoid clans. Thanks..

Kano: eh. You’re loss

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Kano: I could help you for a favor in return.

Michiko: Didn’t your parents teach you not to make deals with demons?

Kano: Making bad deals is in me blood.

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Kano: You know your brother’s been lookin for ya.

Michiko: Whatever he paid you, I’ll triple if you can pretend you never met me.

Kano: Deal!

Kitana vs Michiko

Kitana: You are not like many other demons

Michiko: dare I ask how?

Kitana: You have more control than you realize.

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Kitana: I’ve heard others call you a princess. Is this true?

Michiko: Oh no! It’s just a nickname they gave me.

Kitana: I hope it is used in a good way.

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Kitana: What brings you to Outworld?

Michiko: Escape with my mate.

Kitana: I can only offer you both so much refuge

Kollector vs Michiko

Kollector: Everyone who comes to Outworld must pay a fee

Michiko: I heard you don’t actually serve the current Kahn

Kollector: She won’t be Kahn for long.

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Kollector: How do you get by without any wealth?

Michiko: Do you know what I am?

Kollector: A pitiful mortal.

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Kollector: I wager you're more nymph than demon.

Michiko: You know I can’t really answer that.

Kollector: I will take my wage in hand now.

Kotal Kahn vs Michiko

Kotal Kahn: Weren’t Nymphs once considered minor Goddesses?

Michiko: Not the Nymphs of this world.

Kotal Kahn: There are others?

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Kotal Kahn: Which lineage do you honor?

Michiko: Can’t honor a lineage that died before it could really grow, now can you?

Kotal Kahn: Surely one of your parents has a deeper origin than what is known.

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Kotal Kahn: You seem more human than anything.

Michiko: That’s because I was raised as a human.

Kotal Kahn: So it is of nurture rather than nature

Kung Lao vs Michiko

Kung Lao: You face a Shaolin warrior

Michiko: And you face whatever the fuck you feel like calling me today.

Kung Lao: I know a God that can offer you great counseling.

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Kung Lao: Have you seen your brother?

Michiko: What brother?

Kung Lao: Are you not related to Sektor?

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Kung Lao: Did you ever eat any Shaolin life essence?

Michiko: see that’s the thing. I don’t remember anything when I am in that form.

Kung Lao: For your sake, you better hope you didn’t!

Liu Kang vs Michiko

Liu Kang: I know a God that can offer you great counseling.

Michiko: Is it Raiden or Fujin?

Liu Kang: Ah, I see you’ve met them both.

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Liu Kang: You do have a heart Michiko.

Michiko: What makes you so sure?

Liu Kang: Your love for Reiki proves it so.

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Liu Kang: The monks can help you with your anger.

Michiko: They’d probably just exorcise me.

Liu Kang: You judge incorrectly, Karasugawa.

Mileena vs Michiko

Mileena: I heard you spoken with my sister. How is she?

Michiko: She’s doing fine actually.

Mileena: Good. Mother and I do worry about her.

Mileena: I heard a certain shadow’s been calling your name.

Michiko: I will have nothing to do with that traitor!

Mileena: A bitter break up?

Mileena: Amuse me Nymph.

Michiko: No thanks, Edenian.

Mileena: You’re actually good at this.

Nightwolf vs Michiko

Nightwolf: I seek peace with my demons. You can do the same with yours.

Michiko: I am my demons, Nightwolf.

Nightwolf: Not all of them.

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Nightwolf: Why not help de-cyberize the Lin Kuei?

Michiko: I want nothing to do with that place!

Nightwolf: Is it the place you fear, or its current inhabitants?

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Nightwolf: You have lost yourself Michiko.

Michiko: Do I even have a self Nightwolf? Do I?

Nightwolf: The Great Spirit can help you find it.

Noob Saibot vs Michiko

Noob Saibot: Where has your love for me gone Michiko?

Michiko: It died when you joined my brother in the time merger!

Noob Saibot: Let me explain myself.

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Noob Saibot: I see you’re friendly with those flames now.

Michiko: At least Reiki won’t betra- flames?

Noob Saibot: Oh sweet, naïve, Michiko. Have you truly not noticed him following you like a lost puppy?

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Noob Saibot: Do you still remember our promise?

Michiko: That promise is broken and gone like the love and trust I had for you.

Noob Saibot: You’re a terrible liar, Michiko.

Raiden vs Michiko

Raiden: I normally do not allow demons in my temple.

Michiko: I am not just a demon, Raiden.

Raiden: I am aware of this.

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Raiden: You’re of Hinpar origins?

Michiko: And Earthrealm origins too.

Raiden: So the lost realms do exist.

---

Raiden: I sense a deeper madness in you.

Michiko: No matter how far I run, I can still sense my brother nearby.

Raiden: Blame the sorcery that has been cast to bind you two.

Rain vs Michiko

Rain: You will make a powerful ally.

Michiko: Ally or servant?

Rain: You have befriended Nozomi. So ally.

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Rain: Your power type falls under mine.

Michiko: My ice is a category all on its own.

Rain: Prove it to me.

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Rain: Worship me as you do Nozomi.

Michiko: I work with Nozomi, not worship her.

Rain: You would be wise to do both.

Scorpion vs Michiko

Scorpion: I promised Reiki I wouldn't let you get hurt

Michiko: That was when we all though he was dead!

Scorpion: A promise is still a promise!

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Scorpion: How did you walk so calmly through those flames?

Michiko: My ice is not that of a cryomancer’s Hanzo.

Scorpion: It is of a Nymph, isn’t it?

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Scorpion: We share one thing in common.

Michiko: And what is that, Hasashi?

Scorpion: Loyalty to our loved ones.

Shang Tsung vs Michiko

Shang Tsung: Are you having fun sharing thoughts with your brother, Sektor?

Michiko: So it was you who binded us!

Shang Tsung: It was your fathers’ idea.

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Shang Tsung: Your soul will prove most delicious.

Michiko: Jokes on you, I don’t have a soul.

Shang Tsung: You have one somewhere.

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Shang Tsung: Michiko Karasugawa. A demon-nymph of dual origins.

Michiko: How do you know of that name?

Shang Tsung: I know of its true demise.

Shao Kahn vs Michiko

Shao Kahn: Nymphs used to serve the gods.

Michiko: That’s cause the gods have treated us like their own.

Shao Kahn: Today, they will serve me

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Shao Kahn: Do you consume souls like that wretched sorcerer?

Michiko: I don’t eat souls, Shao

Shao Kahn: That’s Shao Kahn to you, demon!

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Shao Kahn: Your lover is a powerful one.

Michiko: Touch her and you’re dead.

Shao Kahn: Just try and kill me, nymph!

Sheeva vs Michiko

Sheeva: You release too much of your anger in the wrong way.

Michiko: There’s a right way?

Sheeva: Through Kombat.

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Sheeva: You and Reiki will make fine warriors!

Michiko: How so?

Sheeva: There is no greater strength, then two lovers on the battlefield together.

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Sheeva: The Lin Kuei need you Michiko.

Michiko: I’m not going back there!

Sheeva: Even the toughest of warriors must face their fears.

Sindel vs Michiko

Sindel: You are much like my Mileena.

Michiko: Wait, how?

Sindel: You have chosen to be with your lover among all else.

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Sindel: As queen of Edenia, I welcome you and Reiki to our realm

Michiko: We might not stay long, but thank you, your highness.

Sindel: Stay as long as you need to. This is a safe place.

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Sindel: Where in the realms did you learn to scream like that?

Michiko: I used to have at least nine screaming matches a day with my father.

Sindel: By the Elder Gods child.

Skarlet vs Michiko

Skarlet: So you are nymph and demon?

Michiko: I am.

Skarlet: Your blood must be delicious.

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Skarlet: You and I are of similar origins.

Michiko: How?

Skarlet: I too come from a line of nymphs.

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Skarlet: You excel at taking life?

Michiko: I am not proud of it.

Skarlet: You should be!

Sonya vs Michiko

Sonya: I am surprised to see you back at SF.

Michiko: I need more relationship tips from Jacqui.

Sonya: I can offer them too you know?

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Sonya: We need your help with dealing with Sektor.

Michiko: I am sorry Sonya, but I would rather keep my distance from him and that place.

Sonya: But you are the only one who can help us take him down.

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Sonya: You really don’t have a legacy to live up to huh?

Michiko: Unless you count being a demon and a nymph.

Sonya: Well that’s when you make your own!

Sub-Zero vs Michiko

Sub-Zero: You know, since the time merger, I have not seen your past self.

Michiko: That’s because I had once lived outside the time dome of this world.

Sub-Zero: Where did you go when you died?

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Sub-Zero: Please come back.

Michiko: Why, to look at their portaits and be reminded that I too am a monster?

Sub-Zero: You are no monster Michiko.

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Sub-Zero: How did you escape the cyber initiative?

Michiko: buzzsaw. Buzzsaw. BuzzSaw!

Sub-zero: Michiko?

Sektor vs Michiko

Sektor: Many others have told me you fear me. Why?

Michiko: You use the magic that binds us to screw with me!

Sektor: I just wanted to be close to you...

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Sektor: You and Reiki are engaged?

Michiko: She is my soulmate after all.

Sektor: As long as she makes you happy.

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Sektor: Come back home, little sister.

Michiko: So long as that painful, loud machinery operates, the answer is no!

Sektor: How badly have I hurt you?

Cyrax vs Michiko

Cyrax: If I’m mustard, and your brother’s ketchup, what does that make you and Reiki?

Michiko: Cherry and Plum.

Cyrax: Sweet!

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Cyrax: Be lucky you managed to escape before you were cyberized.

Michiko: Be lucky the anesthesia actually worked for you.

Cyrax: You were awake during the process?!

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Cyrax: Do I have permission to marry Sektor?

Michiko: Do I look like my brother's keeper?

Cyrax: Yes you do, Cain. Now answer the question.

Smoke vs Michiko

Smoke: You and my Enenra are friends?

Michiko: Wait, Enenra considers me a friend?

Smoke: He does call you his demon friend.

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Smoke: We both harbor demons in us.

Michiko: You have a demon, I am a demon. There’s a difference Vrbada!

Smoke: Not in our circumstances, there isn’t.

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Smoke: I finally know how you feel now…

Michiko: What are you- oh, no. Come here Tomas.

Smoke: I’ll be fine Michiko

Hydro vs Michiko

Hydro: You and Kuai both need to be careful about the fire types you associate with!

Michiko: I’m not a cryomancer, Hydro. I can handle the heat!

Hydro: That doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt!

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Hydro: You have grown since the last time we met.

Michiko: Well demons do age quite fast.

Hydro: But you are of two odd origins.

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Hydro: You may be grown, but have you really honed your skills little snowball?

Michiko: I have honed more skill than you can ever imagine, water spout

Hydro: Then shall we test them, little fox?

Sareena vs Michiko

Sareena: I’ve never met such a cute demon

Michiko: Wait, there are more demons?

Sareena: oh you poor baby.

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Sareena: We can form our own clan.

Michiko: I’m quite sick of them.

Sareena: Just give it a shot.

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Sareena: Tell me, how often do you get to release that pent up rage of yours?

Michiko: When the moon is either red or gone

Sareena: I can show you another way.

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shinyportalsandthings · 5 years

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The Error of Your Ways - a Shang Tsung x Reader story

Seeing that Shang Tsung’s Mortal Kombat 11 design is based on the actor who portrayed him in the movie, I got very inspired. Thus, here’s a story for those of you think Shang is The Hot Stuff (note that this is based on a merging of the MK11 and movie versions and he may be a bit...more gentle but still stabby). If you like sassy, powerful sorcerers, this one’s for you.

Summary: You had an invitation and you showed up to the destination. The invitation was meant for someone else and the destination...another planet entirely. You are now a combatant despite having no martial arts ability and your only hope is to figure out a way to open the portal back to earth. That sorcerer, Shang Tsung, has your attention...and you, his. Can you use that to your advantage? Should you?

Warnings: Some violence, language, naughtiness. But it’s not SUPER naughty. Female protagonist.

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The smile was cruel, practiced; it did not reach his dark eyes which were fixed unnervingly upon you. He stood with perfect posture, hands behind his back, long black hair pushed behind his ears. "A mistake?" the low voice rolled out. The ornate gold and plum armor did nothing to hide muscular arms. Surely those arms had throttled many a sarcastic warrior.

"Yes," you steeled yourself, willing your hands not to shake - at least for the moment. You gestured to the glowing doorway that, even now, slowly dimmed. "I was just…I was helping my friend, you see. He was the one who got the invite. I have it here." You unfurled the scroll and held it up. Truthfully, your best friend bribed you to see what the invitation was about as he was - shall we say - indisposed with his partner. Though he'd made it sound like they were on the brink of a love session, you know they were likely just watching Netflix and binging on ice cream after your friend won the state martial arts championship. How far away his cozy, nerdy apartment seemed now…

"Well," Shang Tsung said, "You possess the invitation, therefore, you are admitted to the tournament."

"But I don't want to be admitted to the tournament!" you yelped. "I don't practice any martial arts!"

His smile widened, showing teeth. "Well, then, this will be a short contest, will it not?" His eyes twinkled with dark amusement.

You already knew this was unlike any tournament on earth - the portal alone gave that way, as well as the strange warmth of the invitation's paper. Was it paper? Or leather? Difficult to tell but the ink glimmered unnaturally even when held still.

"But I'm not Darius," you said, waving the invite around.

Shang Tsung stepped towards you and held out his hand. You placed the invitation in his palm and his brows rose. He held it up, inspected it from all angles, and then rolled it back up. "I see no reference to the name Darius anywhere. Or any name at all."

You stared at him. "Shit." Thoughts whirling, you pointed to the portal, now a faint circle. "Can't you just throw me back?"

"Oh, I think not," he said, shaking his head. He placed one edge of the rolled invitation below your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "But I'll make you an offer."

His eyes held yours as you nodded slightly. "Ok, what…what kind of offer?"

"You may be the final combatant. Perhaps watching the others battle will give you some sense of strategy. And after that, you will fight…me." He smiled, lowering the invitation from your chin.

"I can't fight," you said quietly, heart hammering in your chest. Your curiosity had melted away to fear.

"Then I suggest you start learning." He laughed low, turning away and raising his hand in a half-wave.

* * *

"Are you..taking notes?" The tallest of the two brothers asked, pausing with his foot outstretched to his brother's face.

"Yes, yes," you nodded, hastily scrawling down the series of moves that got them to that position. You'd attended enough martial events that you had a general idea of most movements though never experienced the timing yourself.

The brothers looked scary in the traditional sense, with dark red claw marks on their arms (reminiscent of blood) and sharp armor protruding from their shoulders and knees. Their masks hid the upper portion of their faces, short metal horns protruding at the top. They knew your situation - in fact, everyone did. One woman scoffed openly at you and a tall, masked warrior said he looked forward to watching your skin melt. Thankfully, the brothers had been reasonably friendly.

The brothers in question looked at each other for a moment, then motioned you to join them. You eagerly set down your scroll and quilled pen (what was this place, evil Hogwarts?) and bounded over.

"Yeah, writing won't do you no good. Gotta get in there," short brother said. "I'm Gim. This here's Arch. You can call him Archie."

"No she can't," Arch groaned. "Stop it. It's Arch. Like Arch-Nemesis!" He struck a fanciful pose, one knee raised and his arms akimbo, chin raised and head turned to the side.

Gim sighed. "Yeah, anyway, heard about what happened. Sucks. Lemme show you some moves."

"Oh I bet you will," a voice said from behind them. In unison, they turned to see a shirtless, smirking warrior. A smooth metal patch covered the right side of his face, a softly glowing red eye punctuated the menacing look.

"Fuck off, Kano," Arch said, "Get out of here."

Kano grinned, then nodded to you. "See you later, sweet cakes. I'll be the one to fight you." He turned and sauntered off while the brothers glowered at his back.

"Stay away from that guy," Gim said.

"Don't have to tell me," you replied, shaking your head. "Bad vibes."

As if on cue, you glanced over to a hill and there upon it was Shang Tsung, eyes trained to you and the brothers. He stood perfectly still and kept staring until you lost your nerve and looked away. When you looked back, he was gone.

"Hey," Arch said, waving a hand in front of your face to get your attention, "Let's do this thing."

The brothers did their best to give you a a rough overview of moves…but time was not on your side.

* * *

There was no small amount of food: fresh fruits, flavored waters, skewered meats. The festive platters and decorative ferns belied the nastiness of the situation: Most of the tournament battles would end in death. Oh, there was a choice, but according to the brothers, most of the combatants chose a fatality for their defeated opponent. Ruthless.

The tournament itself had already begun, though you did not attend the battles. Two warriors down already, many more to go. You heard the cheering just over the hill.

"So this is it? This is how I go?" Your fingers brushed over one of the island's flowering bushes.

"Perhaps," a voice said behind you. You spun around and came face to uncomfortably close face with Shang Tsung. "Or perhaps not."

Scowling, and feeling particularly gutsy, you jabbed a finger at his chest. "You're a cruel monster!"

He glanced down at your finger, then back to your face. "Is that so?" he asked, but the voice carried no malice. Just amusement.

You really, really wanted to punch his stupid smirk. Instead, you jabbed his chest again. "Yes! You know full well I can't-"

His fingers wrapped around your hand, pulling it away from his chest. "Please don't do that." He said simply. "I'd not have the other combatants think such behavior is appropriate."

"What." Your face flushed as your gaze flickered to your hands, then back to him. He had not yet released your hand. "I, uh," you stammered, then yanked your hand from his grasp. He was handsome, dangerously so, and that only made the embarrassment worse.

His lips quirked into a smile, which made your face burn even more red. "It would seem you haven't watched any of the matches. A shame, it's quite entertaining."

"For psychos!" you barked louder than intended.

"Please," he drolled, "tell me what you really think."

Your hands balled into fists. You would not be treated so cavalierly, certainly not when there were men and women fighting for their lives (though Arch said many fought simply for glory and power). Gim had successfully taught you a punch move which you had perfected to the best of your ability (such as it was). You decided to use that newfound power and threw a fist directly at Shang's face.

So fast you barely registered the movement, Shang's hand caught your fist, twisted your arm behind your back, and yanked you close. Your eyes widened as your chest pressed to his.

"I think you need more practice," he said with an infuriating smirk as he looked down at you.

"Let me go," you said, mouth dry.

"As you wish," he replied, releasing his grip.

You rubbed your arm though it did not hurt, and took a few steps back, glaring, waiting for him to speak. Your anger had cooled significantly.

"Join me," he smiled slightly and held out his hand, "as I watch the next battle. I think you'll find it most invigorating."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course," his brows rose. "There's always a choice, my dear."

You placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you towards the tournament site.

* * *

Your breath caught in your throat as Kano circled Arch, whose armor had done little to thwart the rough kicks and powerful punches. The brother was down on one knee, now, and struggled to stand.

Kano wiped some blood off his nose, grinning. "Got you right where I want you, fancy boy." He kicked at Arch's face, sending the helmet flying and Arch falling onto his back.

Arch's eyes held fire as he looked up at the bigger man. "Kiss my entire ass."

With that, Kano's upper lip curled and he raised his fists for the killing blow.

"STOP!" you yelled, leaping to your feet. Shang Tsung remained seated, slowly turning to watch you. You froze, unsure what to do now that you had the attention of Kano, Arch and the entire crowd. "Please! Don't kill him," you said more quietly.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Kano barked. "It's my right!"

"Please!" You held up your hand and squeezed between some benches as you approached the men. "You don't…you don't have to kill him," you said. "He's beaten. It's over." Once, a long time ago, you'd talked a friend out of violence using this same tone of voice. It worked then, surely it would work now?

It would seem not. Kano laughed, full and loudly, then brought down his fists.

You did the only thing you could in that instant: You launched yourself at him, plowing into his dense form, and managed, through sheer luck and surprise, to knock him over. The spectators let out a righteous yell, some booing, others cheering. Kano immediately leapt up, trying to kick at you, but you rolled away, then scrambled to your feet. He snarled, then launched himself at you - only stopped, at the last moment, by a firm hand on his chest.

Shang Tsung shook his head. "It's over, Kano. You won. She is not your opponent today."

"Like hell she ain't! I'm gonna tear her hair off and shove it up her-"

"Quiet," came Shang's command. Kano glowered at you, chest heaving, looking rather like a rabid dog straining against its collar. He backed off, however, and was declared the victor.

Shaking, you turned to watch as Gim helped Arch to his feet. They both looked your away and nodded their thanks as Arch dragged his foot behind him; surely it was broken. Lots of him was broken but he was alive. Gim might not be so lucky.

The crowd slowly disbursed, some looking at you and whispering to each other. A few shook their heads in disappointment for the lack of bloodsport. You sunk onto a bench and looked at your hands; they trembled.

"Here," came Shang's voice. You looked over to see he had produced a kerchief. "For your wounds."

Wounds? Oh yes. Skinned knees and elbows. You took the kerchief and winced, brushing away the grit and slight blood. "Thanks."

He sat beside you and leaned over, watching you. "A very brave act for someone who claims she has no fight."

You opened your mouth to say something rude, then thought better of it. Perhaps he had brought you to that fight to help somehow, or perhaps it was just chance. Either way, he hadn't let Kano pummel you to death. "I have fight, I just don't FIGHT-fight." You sighed and closed your eyes. "I like the brothers, they're nice. I couldn't let him die like that." You opened your eyes and looked at Shang for a moment, then continued. "Here," you said, offering the kerchief back.

"Keep it," he said, holding up his hand. "You might need it again." With that he rose, put his hands behind his back, and strode away.

You tucked the cloth into your pocket and sat for a while, alone, and listened as the wind moved softly through the plants and reeds. After a little while, you rose and found that the scratches on your knees and elbow had healed.

* * *

Four days. Four days you'd been at the tournament, eating your fill and sleeping fitfully in the dark castle-temple. Each combatant had their own room but there were no true doors. Surely some shady business occurred from time to time.

And just how did time work in this strange place? Four days here could be four minutes on earth…or four years. There was no way to know except to ask someone and the only two friendly faces were nowhere to be found.

You tried to make a new friend. "Excuse me, ma'am? Miss?" With her back turned, you couldn't tell the age. The woman slowly turned, eyes blazing red and mouth filled with monstrous teeth. "Do…you…know…when uhhhh the next battle is?" Surely it wouldn't do to run away in fear.

"Nnnnnow," the mouth said, jaw moving strangely and fangs glimmering in the light.

You nodded and stepped backwards, managing to wheeze out a "thanks" before hurrying around a corner.

Pushing your hair back, you meandered through the halls, at last arriving to the conclusion you were frightfully lost. The building hadn't looked this large from the outside but this was, probably, the least surprising thing that had happened so far. Well, time to backtrack-

A hand gripped your throat like a steel vice and slammed you against a wall. One glowing red eye blazed against the wane light, a sneer on Kano's lips as he leaned in close. "Gotcha."

You couldn't yell, could barely breathe as you clawed at his hand. He smelled like blood, though his face was clean.

"See, I thought all day what I should do to you." His fingers tightened their grip, "And then I thought…yeah. A shiv would be nice."

With that, he released your neck but even as you gulped down air, your eyes widened. A sharp, cold sensation entered your abdomen, followed by a searing pain you had never before experienced. You looked down to see a knife sticking out of your side, your own blood seeping down. Kano released the handle and grinned at you. Your knees wobbled, then gave out entirely and you fell to the ground.

"You look good in red, sweet cakes." He tapped his chin with one finger, a little of your blood staining his skin. "Think I'm gonna see how much red you got."

There he paused, however, the smug expression melting off his face as though he'd seen a horrific creature just beyond your edge of vision. He slowly looked down and put his hands over his stomach, where five blades emerged. He coughed, blood spurting forth from his lips, eyes wide with surprise. As he crumpled to the ground, Shang Tsung stood behind him.

He took a deep breath, then said without humor, "Fatality." With that, he scooped you up and proceeded to walk steadily and speedily down the hall.

The pain made your vision hazy but you knew full well that it wasn't safe to be in this position. Each step he took also caused the knife to jostle, bringing fresh sensations. "Put…me down," you gasped; talking was almost enough to cause you to pass out entirely.

"Nonsense," he said. "That is not a simple blade, it is magical and we must treat it with magical means."

"Magical," you whispered, "What, how?"

"It will leave a scar. Consider it a gift of survival."

"Please…" you started to say but the world fell dark and you could speak no longer.

* * *

You awakened with a gasp. You were yet clothed in the same outfit (desperately in need of a wash) and lay comfortably on a chaise in a reading room. The shelves were lined with books of many shapes and languages, most you did not recognize; did most cultures have the concept of a book?

The wound! You lifted your shirt - indeed, there was a bright pink scar a couple inches from your bellybutton. If Kano missed your intestines, it was luck. If he hadn't, and you were healed, it was certainly magic and skill. You felt none the worse for wear and sat up, then hopped to your feet….

…much too quickly. White dots flickered in your vision and you stumbled. Strong hands grabbed your shoulders and guided you back down to sit on the chaise.

You looked up at Shang Tsung; his eyes didn't seem to hold any worry or concern but his hands lingered on your shoulders overlong.

"Did you…" you waved vaguely at your abdomen.

"Of course not," he said sharply. "You may think me a monster but no real man would-"

"No, no, that's not what I meant! I meant, heal. Heal this. Me."

"Oh. Yes." He sat down beside you. Instead of his usual golden armor, he was clad in a long, black leather jacket, simple black shirt and dark plum pants.

"Thanks."

"I've brought you clothing," he said, and gestured to a folded pile on a table.

"I'm not going to wear one of those ridiculous skin-tight bathing suits."

His lips quirked into a subtle smile and an eyebrow raised. "I would expect not. No, I think you'll find these suitable though they are to…my tastes."

You were very curious as to the clothing - black and grey it would seem - but sat still for a little while longer. "Kano, he…" your voice drifted off.

"He was an evil man and died fittingly." Shang's shoulders lifted in a shrug.

"I feel like I should say thanks but you're also the one that brought him here." You looked at him pointedly.

"I did, yes." His eyes flickered briefly over your face.

"Why do you do this?" Your voice was soft; you genuinely wanted to know.

He seemed to choose his words carefully. "I have no choice."

"You said there's always a choice," you pointed out helpfully.

"Not for everyone. Not for me." With that he stood and held out his hand. "Come, you should rest further in your room."

* * *

You admired yourself in the mirror. While he might be mysterious and terrible, Shang Tsung certainly knew how to select an outfit. The sleeveless shift held leather panels at the front and back, which arched over your shoulders. The cloth was soft, black and came to a pointed V in the back, right at the midpoint of your calves. The bodice held a V though not nearly as daring as you might have liked. You smiled a little at the reflection, turning this way and that. Slightly intimidating, certainly comfortable and very-

"Breathtaking," came Shang's voice beside you.

You startled, turning towards him, having heard neither footfalls nor movement.

His eyes trailed slowly over you. "I'm glad to see it fits so well."

Cheeks turning a particularly vibrant shade of crimson, you turned away from him and to the mirror. "I like it, I have to admit."

"You'll find that the cloth provides more protection than you might expect." He reached up, tracing a finger along the edge of the leather at your shoulder. He didn't touch your skin, but he might as well have for the shiver it gave you. "Magical, of course."

"Of course." You wondered if he'd truly let you die at the hands of a combatant. Perhaps not, since he saved you from Kano, and yet…there was much to consider. Not the least of which was the sensation you felt when he stared at you. "I should go," you said awkwardly. "To watch the contestants." That made them sound like they were in a pageant. You winced slightly and pivoted on your heel - the boots were also new, black, and delightful.

You felt his eyes upon you as you left.

* * *

"I heard he killed 100 men and drank their blood!"

"Nah, he's not a vampire."

"You sure?"

The combatant shrugged. "I'm not."

You smiled, listening into their conversation. You couldn't be certain Shang wasn't a vampire but their conversation gave you an idea. The next battle, you would sneak into his bedroom - assuming you could find it - and see what information you could find. That was, of course, even assuming he didn't invite you to sit beside him for the battle.

Fifteen battles, now. The stakes were becoming higher. You'd lowered your guard but hearing the guttural sound of someone's life being choked out of them, well, it had a tendency to bring everything back to laser-like focus. Your only chance now was if Gim was your opponent - or maybe that slightly friendly, monster-mouth woman.

"Are you looking for something?"

The voice startled you from your thoughts and you spun to see one of the bare-chested, masked helper warriors. They didn't seem to have names. Maybe you'd give this one a fun name, like Bob.

"Yes," you said, feigning confidence. "I'm looking for Shang Tsung's room." You paused, then added, "I'm going to leave a present," and gave your best lewd wink.

Though you couldn't see the warrior's face, you had the distinct impression he looked confused. After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Yes, this way."

He led you down a hall that seemed to go on for a mile. At last, you reached the end and gazed upon two ornate wooden doors. A dragon and a cobra were carved into the wood, interlocked in some eternal struggle. The warrior gestured to the door and gave a slight bow.

"Thanks," you said as you planted a hand on the doorhandle, then added, "Oh, you can go. Now. You can go now. Thanks."

Instead of leaving, however, something quite miraculous and terrifying happened. The warrior's form shifted, as though a mist was blowing away, and there before you stood Shang Tsung.

Your stomach gave an uncomfortable heave and panic trickled up your spine, coursing its way along every nerve. Your jaw dropped, eyes widened.

"Tell me," Shang said nonchalantly, inspecting his fingernails before looking up to meet your gaze. "What of this present?"

Caught. Completely and utterly caught in the act. He was no fool, surely he knew what you'd planned. You wracked your brain for some meager excuse. "I was..just…" you gestured futilely to the door. "Cleaning! Going to clean your room. Bet you didn't expect that." You smiled broadly, hoping the bead of sweat that trickled down your brow wasn't evident.

"Is that so," he said, then planted a hand beside your head, against the door, locking you in. He leaned closer. "Why would you do that?"

"As thanks. You know, for healing me. I assume you're a bachelor, I mean, there aren't a lot of women here who won't try to kill you, so you probably have a very messy room." Far, far too much babbling. Keep it simple, stupid.

His lips quirked into a small smile, eyes crinkling with delight. He said nothing.

"And I just thought well, I can help! I can do that." STOP TALKING. "You know, to….yeah." Your voice trailed off.

He took a deep breath, then laughed once, straightening and dropping his hand from near your head. You felt both relief and disappointment in equal measure.

"Well, you're neither a good thief nor a good liar. I hope you have another plan," he smiled slightly.

"Fine," you said, "Fine, I was trying to get into your bedroom to see if you had some documentation about the portal. OK?"

"You might have simply asked."

"Asked for the documentation?"

"Asked to enter my bedroom." His lips quirked; truly he enjoyed watching you squirm.

"I," you started and looked away, "wouldn't know how to ask that." The hallway had become unbearably warm all of a sudden. Didn't they have A/C?

He laughed again and turned, gesturing for you to follow him back down the hall. You fumed at his response, marching after him, hands balled into fists. Neither of you said anything as you exited; you sped past him and he grinned after you.

* * *

He had a silly name, The Shockening, but his attacks were devastating to his opponent. He seemed to evaporate into the ground, then reappear behind - what was his name? oh yes - Bexas, pummeling him with a flurry of fists.

Bexas' main weapon was a magical chain. It appeared to do his bidding when he whispered to it - sometimes it behaved like a javelin, other times a lariat. Shang seemed particularly interested in the weapon, eyes following its every move.

Unfortunately for Bexas, the chain, however magical, was still comprised of metal. The Shockening let loose his namesake power, sending a ferocious bolt of electricity up the chain and to Bexas' hand. He convulsed, but did not let go. The Shockening grabbed the chain and whirled it up, sending Bexas flying directly into the crowd.

His smoking form landed at your feet - you were far too annoyed at Shang to sit next to him this time - and he lifted his head. You leaned down, a little afraid to touch him as a few tiny bolts of electricity trickled off him.

"Th…the name," he rasped quietly, "Wind…Windwillow." And with that, he gave his last breath.

You blinked, staring at his form, then looked up as Shang gleefully declared a victory…and fatality at that. He picked up the chain and roped it around his arm.

So, the name of the magical chain. You tucked that away in case it might be useful. What a lovely name for something so violent.

The crowd roared its approval and The Shockening paraded around the circle, arms held high. The nameless warriors quickly came to retrieve the body at your feet.

"I trust you are unharmed?" came Shang's voice.

You nodded. "He didn't land on me. Thankfully." You watched the warriors walk away. "Why do you do this? Really, Shang. Please tell me." You turned your gaze to meet his.

He took a deep breath and sat beside you. "Power. I wanted it so desperately."

"That doesn't really answer my question." The crowd had filtered out. You were alone with him now.

"There are powers well beyond that of human understanding," he said, looking over to the temple. "Events set into motion for millennia, every small decision an adjustment to the cogs."

You shook your head "I don't really get it but can't you just…leave? Stop doing this?"

He smiled slightly though it didn't reach his eyes. "Leave all this?" he gestured to the expanse of the island. "Whatever for?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"Ah. It is not so simple," he said and turned to look at you again, "for me. I made my choice and this is my…" his voice hesitated.

"Punishment?"

"Trajectory," he said, then patted your hand. "I appreciate your concern."

"Well, I could be very wrong but I don't think you're nearly the monster you pretend to be," you said quietly.

You then sucked in your breath as his fingertips traced over your knuckles. Your cheeks again reddened.

He smiled lightly, arching a brow. "Are you certain?"

"N-no," you stammered.

His hand came to rest over yours, fingers interlocked. You cleared your throat, pretending not to notice. It did no good. "Maybe you just need a nice hug and you'll come to your senses," you joked.

He stood. "Is that your present to me, then?" That smirk, back again.

You stood, too. "What? No! I was kidding."

"I wasn't," he said. His eyes twinkled with delight, a more real delight than he seemed to exhibit at the end of gruesome matches.

"Fine," you said, cursing yourself for wanting to go through with it. "Maybe it will help." You stepped up in front of him and, before you could lose your nerve, wrapped your arms around him.

His hands alighted on your bare arms, then slid along and up them until they were solidly around you. He felt warm and far, far too good in this position. You rested your head against his neck and hoped he couldn't hear the hammering of your heart. You felt, rather than saw him smile.

"Is it helping?" you asked quietly after a little while, not yet ready to pull away.

"It may be," he replied and tightened his grip ever so slightly. His hands rested chastely at your back though your mind betrayed you terribly with thoughts of where they might go. Where you wanted them to go. Obviously, it was time to release him but you…couldn't yet bring yourself to do so. He was solid and warm, his cheek now resting against the top of your head and you felt your body might melt into a puddle.

His hand slid up to rest on the back of your neck. You pulled away a bit then, looking up at him, alarmed, confused, and uncomfortably aroused.

Blessedly (or cursedly), your eyes caught sight of movement off to the side: one of the warrior minions come to give a report on something of importance.

Shang's upper lip twitched in annoyance as he released you to deal with the intrusion.

"I should…I should find Gim! Make sure he's OK!" You immediately regretted your outburst but hurried away before you had to answer to Shang's incoming question.

* * *

Gim, as it turns out, had been training hard. He, too, knew the odds were not in his favor, and with his favorite sparring partner unable to spar (with seven broken bones, no less), he resigned himself to exercising constantly. He'd thanked you, grimly and profusely, for saving Arch. He told you he was filled with regret it hadn't been him - he was convinced if he interfered, Arch would be killed anyway. Afterwards, he survived two matches against truly vile opponents. You made another acquaintance, a woman, blond and strong but reasonably kind.

This, in turn, filled you with regret. What had you been doing with your time? Fraternizing with the enemy? Maybe even…flirting? You needed to remind yourself that he was, for all intents and purposes, truly wicked. Probably.

Eleven combatants left and no more would be arriving to the island. This was it. If there was a move to make, it had to be now.

* * *

You had a plan. No, you had five plans. Plan one: sneak into Shang's bedroom by climbing on some ledge (somewhere) from some other open window. Plan two: bribe a combatant to distract him; though he could change shape, he couldn't be in two places at once (that you knew of) and if you kept your eyes on him while bribing someone, well… plan three: some variation of plans one and two. Plan three: ask to go into Shang's bedroom and clobber him over the head. OK, you had two plans.

None of this prepared you for stepping out of your room and being cornered by Shang. He walked up to you, and you retreated until your back hit a wide column.

"Enough," he said and, before you could ask what he meant, slid his hands to either side of your face and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. You were completely unprepared for the ravenous kiss he bestowed, the way his hands flowed down your face, over your neck, grazing your breasts, and encircled your waist to pull you close. You were also unprepared for how your body reacted of its own accord, returning that kiss with just as much passion, fingers curling around the lapels of his jacket. You lifted your knee slightly and his hand whipped down to catch it, pulling it up and pressing you against the column. You felt him, from lips to chest to shin, felt his hunger and need pressing to you.

You pulled back slightly, broke the kiss, and stared at him momentarily, panting. "Bedroom," you whispered.

He didn't even nod, but you felt a cool mist along your skin and the area around you seemed to speed by. So that's how he got around…. in just a moment, you both alighted inside his bedroom.

You'd expected sumptuous bedding, skulls and candles, but only one of those was correct. Indeed, the circular bed, pushed up against the wall, was adorned with a red quilt. The headboard was simple: bars that held up a plain, rounded, thick wood board. The walls were decorated with a few sparse tapestries and many, many bookshelves. The far wall displayed weapons of various types, presumably from fallen warriors. A table nearby held a couple blades, including the one used to stab you, and Bexas' chains. No candles but instead magical lights that floated in place, dimming now.

After glancing around, you looked back to him. He seemed to be waiting…perhaps for you? You answered him by grabbing the front of his coat and shoving it off his shoulders. He smiled momentarily, shrugging off the fine leather and throwing it onto a chair. His hand found your jaw, holding you still for a moment as his eyes trailed over your features. He then leaned to your ear and whispered, "Magnificent," before nibbling at your earlobe.

You giggled, ticklish, and squirmed against him, which he clearly found delightful. His lips then found your neck - not ticklish there - causing you to gasp and then let out a small, unexpected moan.

"Yes," he whispered to your neck, hands fiddling with the bindings of your shift, "You will be mine."

Emboldened, you pushed him towards the bed but just before it seemed like he would fall backwards upon it, he spun you and pushed you down gently, hands planted to either side of you. He smiled lightly, legs between yours as his gaze trickled over your form. "Again, and again." He placed a finger at the demure V of your bodice and pulled down lightly. Apparently, it held some secret, for it gave way at his touch, his fingers trailing over the space between your breasts, pulling it down all the way to your bellybutton. You were surprised…but delighted.

He did not push the shift apart, so you reached up to work his shirt out of his pants and tug it upwards. He obliged, pulling it up and off, revealing what you already knew to be true - he was exceptionally built. Lean, hard muscles, a few interesting scars, and all his attention focused on you.

But there it was: The chain, catching your attention on the table, beckoning. You didn't want to, wanted instead to simply enjoy time in this most primal of dances. But this was it. This had to be.

You sat up and planted your hands on his chest, guiding him to the side and rolling him onto his back. He looked surprised, eyebrows raising, but offered no resistance. You grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head - obviously no danger to him but he also clearly liked where this was going. You put a finger to his lips and then held up the finger while you hopped off the bed and grabbed the chains.

He looked quite surprised indeed but remained as he was even as you returned and clambered onto the bed. The chains were much lighter than you feared, making the next part of this easy - from the physical perspective.

You pulled away and turned, just barely whispered "Windwillow" to the chains. The flickered with light. With that, you wrapped one end around his wrist. He started to sit up, so you sat on his hips - again, certainly no challenge for him but quite interesting. He smiled, one brow quirked, as you looped the chain through the headboard and brought the other end back through.

Here, you hesitated. This isn't want you wanted, not really. You undulated a little on his lap while you worked up the nerve to bind his other wrist. He hissed, pushing his hips upward and you genuinely considered giving up the plan and having your way with him right there.

And yet.

Swallowing hard, you created a chain loop around his other wrist, effectively keeping him in place. You leaned down and kissed him - hard. Soft. You slowly pulled back up.

"Whatever you want," he whispered hoarsely.

You hesitated only briefly. Then: "Tell me how to open the portal."

"What?" he said sharply, going still.

"The portal. Tell me how to open it. Please. After I do it, I'll come back and let you go. I promise." Even knowing he'd probably kill you for it.

His lip curled into a snarl. "Is this a jest?" He yanked hard on the chains but they would not budge.

"No. Please tell me." You felt tears stinging your eyes.

His lips pressed firmly together before he snarled, voice low, "You will pay for this. I assure you."

You nodded.

And so he told you the words to whisper to the portal to take you back to your world - at least you assumed it was your world. Surely you couldn't stay here regardless.

"I'm sorry," you said as you slid off him, fastening your shift. He looked completely enraged, unsurprisingly, laying there prone and painfully aroused. "I promise I'll come back."

You hurried away and dared not look back.

* * *

Well, it was done. You told the other combatants they had the option to leave and return to their respective worlds - six took you up on the offer, including Gim (carrying his brother), the blond, and the toothy woman. Five stayed behind, excited to claw their way to victory.

You returned to Shang's room and were only slightly surprised to find a broken headboard and no sorcerer. The chains were also missing. This sent a feral surge of fear along every nerve. You hurriedly made your way back to the portal, looking around every moment, wary.

Of course he would wait until you'd whispered the opening words to the portal and the destination. Of course he would.

You heard the crunch of footfalls on rock behind you. Slowly, you turned. He stood with his hands behind his back, face stoic except for the slight frown-sneer. Goosebumps rose on your arms.

"You betrayed my trust," he said.

You nodded. "I did." There was no arguing it.

You stared at each other for a while until at last you broke the eye contact and looked away. "I'm sorry. I really am. I wasn't…I didn't intend for it to be that way but I had to save them."

He snorted.

You looked back to him. "Come with me." You held out a hand, inviting.

His eyes dropped to stare at your hand for a moment. Then, he let his hands fall from his back and rest at his sides. He slowly stepped towards you, not unlike a predatory animal approaching its prey.

Your hand trembled slightly. "You can start over. With…..with me." Why? Why offer that to him? Surely these few meager days weren't enough to justify such an offer. And yet.

He raised his hands and put them on the tops of your shoulders. His grip was strong. You weren't sure if he was going to draw you into a hug or reach up and throttle you so you let your hand fall to your side.

Without another word, he shoved you backwards, into the portal and the last thing you saw was his scowl.

* * *

You awoke with a start. Where-? There on your couch, morning seeping in through the blinds. You let out a slow, shaky breath. In your hand, a crumpled flyer with crude lettering: Mortal Kombat!!! Fight and win!!! Come to the arena at Central! Personalities welcome.

So….so that was it. A dream, a nightmare, something. Had to be it. Had to.

You slowly rose and trudged to the bathroom to take a shower, stripping off your shirt and shorts. Looking in the mirror, your breath caught in your throat: There, on your side, a pink scar line, freshly healed where none had existed before.

* * *

Three months passed.

Darius proposed to his partner, won three more championships, and thought you were a complete nutso but loved you anyway. The season edged towards fall. You sorted your scarves and fall clothes, started to box away the skimpiest of summer clothing. The scar faded to a faint, angry white line.

Now you sat at a sushi bar, poking some edamame and considering your food options. The tea had long since grown cold.

Someone sat two stools down. You glanced over and gave a nod of acknowledgment, then did a double-take: By the Gods, he was a doppelgänger for Shang. The hair was shorter, pulled into a ponytail, and the build a bit lighter, but the face? The face was the same, the posture the same, even the slightly-arrogant eyebrows…the same. He wore dark pants and a fine, light grey collared shirt.

You gasped and stared brazenly.

He ordered a tea, then set about looking at the menu. Still, you stared. At last, he set down the menu and turned to look at you. "Hello, miss. Can I help you?" The voice was similar - not entirely the same, but so very close.

"I'm…I'm sorry," you started. "You looked like someone I know. Knew." You glanced away.

He must have felt sorry for you because his eyebrows raised. "Oh? How disappointing for you if it makes you look so sad."

"No," you held up a hand, "not at all. Sad yes, disappointed no. It's hard to explain." You considered your options - sound a bit crazy or a lot crazy. You opted for both. "I had an elaborate dream and it's bonkers. There was a man in the dream who looked just like you."

The Not-Shang smiled a little. "Oh? Well then, tell me about it. I'm very curious now." He swiveled fully on the stool to face you.

You took a deep breath. Hey, it's not like you'd ever see this guy again, maybe it would do some good to get this off your chest. You didn't dare truly explain to your friends. "I accidentally took the place of my friend in a martial arts championship on another world. Yes, I know, why another world? No idea. Dreams, am I right? Anyway, the man who ran the tournament knew I couldn't fight. I thought I'd die, then I thought I might not die, then I realized that I….well, I was drawn to him. We started to become intimate, and.." you paused here, clearing your throat.

The Not-Shang arched a brow and waited for you to continue.

"I tricked him. I tricked him and opened the portal and while I saved some of the warriors, I think I hurt him more than I realized."

"Oh, I see," he said simply.

"And, I think I really…came to care for him." You looked away, at the cup of cold tea. "I wanted to save him, too, but he wouldn't let me."

"That's a very sad dream," he said. "I can see why it stayed with you."

You nodded, feeling a surge of embarrassment. "Right," you blurted and slapped your hands on the bar. "I should go. Nice talking to you." You stood and gathered your things, then dropped some money on the plate.

"Hmm," he said, "As long as you're here, why don't you come to dinner with me, [Y/N]?"

You froze in place. "I didn't tell you my name."

"Oh? Well, how interesting. Lucky guess, I suppose."

You slowly turned and stared at him, unsure what to do or say.

He stood and smiled slightly. "One hour, I'll pick you up." With that, he turned, leaving you confused and alarmed.

* * *

The doorbell rang. You'd hoped he'd sweep you into his arms but no such dramatic event occurred. He was probably still mad and had questions or concerns. Still, he arrived dressed to impress in a black suit, black shirt and dark red tie. You'd rightly assumed he'd use the occasion to dress up so you chose a suitably sultry dress, one that draped low in the back and skimmed above your knees.

His eyes trailed over you and you felt your skin prickle. "A lovely dress," he said, brows raising.

You smiled a little. "Thank you."

"But not," he continued, "the kind one wears for very long. Shall we?" he extended his elbow and you wondered if you were overthinking his meaning.

He did not have a car, which was probably just as well since he wouldn't likely know how to drive it, so you took a taxi to a nearby restaurant. It was cozy, dimly lit, and provided a modicum of privacy.

You felt strange asking him about what happened so left that off your conversation. He asked you about Darius, and you told him, asked about your job, and you explained it.

Too much small talk. You brushed your leg against his calf. His eyes raised from the plate before him and held your gaze. Your lips quirked. "Oops. Sorry."

He nodded, then steepled his fingers and leaned in. "Tell me more about this dream. You say you came to care for the man?"

Your fork clanked on the plate with surprise. "Yes. I didn't know him long but I liked his company. A lot. Liked his spirit."

You glanced away, then, before slipping off your shoe and sliding it up his calf. "And of course, I enjoyed the way he looked at me."

"I see," he said, seemingly ignoring your ministrations. "Perhaps he was fond of you, too. However, from what you say, you betrayed his trust."

Your foot dropped back to the floor. "Yes," you let out a slow breath. "I did. That wasn't my plan at the start. I was going to…."

He raised his brows, awaiting your answer.

"Have my way with him."

Likely-Shang chuckled and lowered his hands to the table. "How bold. I can see why he liked you."

"Yes," you said, "maybe so, but he still shoved me back to earth."

"Maybe he didn't know what to do with you. Perhaps he wishes he had not done so. Perhaps he is still learning to tame his brash decisions."

You felt his foot slide along your calf.

"I think," you began, "he should still make some brash decisions."

Likely-Shang's lips quirked for a moment and he flagged down the waiter. "Check."

You kept your hands off him on the ride back to your apartment. He kept his hands chastely on his lap. As soon as your door was closed, however, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to the wall. He slid a knee between yours. You could feel the heat emanating off him. You still had questions, many of them, but your head was fuzzy with his nearness and all of those thoughts could wait.

"Shang," you said, eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to his gaze.

"Yes?"

"Is this revenge?" you managed to say, placing your hands on his chest.

"Absolutely," he smiled and leaned down, kissing you with that familiar hunger as he slowly eased the dress off your shoulders.

And he did enact his revenge, several times, in fact.

* * *

So it was that you took the time to know him quite well after indulging your desires, and found that he was an equal match for you in most respects. But time was never on your side and soon enough, you would need to help protect him from those who claimed him as their own.

The End…for now

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