#shang tsung x y/n

[fl3shm4id3n]

I'll be back to writing soon, but for now I made these

Bi Han x reader

Shang Tsung x reader

Imagine in the final battle, Shang Tsung's wife pulled up and smacked the shit out of her husband because he did the thing she told him not to do.

[chiqelatasblog]

Inspired by my own fic. Here's a sleeping Shang Tsung🫠

(I don't know if he's this muscular but a girl can dream)

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | SHANG TSUNG | MORTICIA ADDAMS AND GOMES CONCEPT

TW: marriage, stable relationship, gender neutral reader, gothic romance, implicit smut.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀.

Shang tsung needs to be pampered, adored and have you at his feet, kissing the ground he walks on, whether you are a man or a woman, you will be his gomes. You would adore him, take care of him, follow him everywhere, like a good husband/wife to him, even opening the carriage doors for him to get out while you offered him your hand, which he would readily take with a pompous smile.

He likes to be taken care of by you, walking with you all over the world and showing you off to everyone, you are beautiful and so is he, a perfect couple and best of all, you are crazy about him. Shang tsung will want you to hold his hand while the two of you walk around, he is still proud, always with his chin up and wants you to do the same.

He will always ask you for help choosing his clothes and if he wears some kind of cape, you will have to hold him, but you do it out of pure desire to serve him, and he likes that. Tsung won't force you into anything, oddly enough, he likes to let you do it because you want to and not out of pure pressure. "-If you're uncomfortable, just don't do it, regardless of who it's for, even if it's for me." -That was the phrase he always told you, and you always agreed, after all, you were his love.

Shang likes to receive flowers, preferably red ones. He loves receiving big bouquets of roses every romantic dinner you two have at his castle, while you kiss his palm. Gifts are also well accepted, jewelry, clothes, fabrics or even spell books that he doesn't have yet. "-Thank you my love, you are the best, I am a great man with you by my side (Y/N).

He will live with you in his castle, every morning you will wake up next to him, Shang looks like an angel sleeping, a peaceful angel even if you knew he was a sadistic sorcerer, you loved him. He would whisper your name in his sleep, involuntarily seeking some comfort from your body in bed, you would hug him, arranging his fallen hair in your lap, while a chaste and light smile appeared on his lips, you were his soft spot, even if he never admitted it.

You two are a scary couple! In a good way - or not - you accept everything Shang wants, even helping him with his spells, he always asks you by giving you kisses on the face to do 'x' task, which you would gladly do, making Shang smile and blush a little, just an effect you could have on him.

He likes to make you jealous sometimes, the feeling of being desired by you is addictive for him, the feeling of knowing that on the night of that day, you are going to have rough and aggressive sex with him, dominating him, making him moan and scream, whispering words of possession in his ear as he challenged you even more, just to have you like a beast hungry for him. Tsung loves the next day dawning completely scarred, bites, purple and red marks from hickeys given by you on his skin, and you next to him.

"-You scared me last night (Y/N)... So wild, dominating me, making me scream your name like something sacred..." Shang sighs, looking at you, looking at himself in the mirror. "-Do it again..." He speaks quietly, but enough to fall into your ears.

Would he want children, two or three children, or more, who knows? He wants to have a family with you and pass on his legacy as a great wizard with you always by his side as the children's father/mother.

Your relationship song is: "Enjoy the silence - Depeche Mode", Shang knows all the words by heart, and you usually sing it together while enjoying the comfort of the night and the moon that illuminates you both, hands clasped together, while the wizard hisses the lyrics with you.

He can't love or like anyone other than you, he can't live without you, even if he wants to convey the view that he's in charge of you... You both know it's the opposite, he can't do it without you... you are what completes the sorcerer and his soul.

The two of you also got married in the exoterra forest, some of Shang Tsung's acquaintances showed up, and Quan Chi performed the ceremony for his friend. He dressed in the best clothes, completely black, with gold ornaments and loose hair combed back, while wearing a crown, holding a bouquet of black flowers - with eyes focused only on you, who was already waiting at the altar, with a suit/dress matching his color palette - you heard the consecration that Quan Chi made, while Shang Tsung held back the tears that tried to fall, a happiness that only you caused. You held hands, reciting the dark and meaningful vows, practiced many nights before the official ceremony, reverberating as the still life surrounded the two of you there.

"In the dark embrace of the abyss of desire, Where shadows dance and secrets hiss, With trembling hearts and souls intertwined. Our union forged, bound forever. Through storms and moonlit haze, Our love will prosper in his godforsaken labyrinth. We will face the world together, without fear, we dare. In crypts of passion and whispered sighs, Our love will bloom where the crow flies and will never fly again. In the dark and in the light, we will never part. United by the curse of love, two hearts, in one soul.

So take my hand, beloved, and never let go, so be it, by our power."

With that Shang Tsung sealed your lips on his, as he hugged you close to him, applause was heard from the guests, but the world disappeared, what mattered to the two of you was your embrace of each other. He threw the bouquet into the crowd, being caught by Nitara, as the two of you walked out of the forest hand in hand, with you finally seeing Shang break down and cry, thanking you for everything and that you were the best and the only thing that would make him give up. everything, power, dominance, nothing mattered if he didn't have you by his side, you kissed the sorcerer's soft, salty cheek, kissing the back of his hand, while smiling, you were happy, happy being his.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐈𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[iliketangerines]

hiii i loved 'keeping watch of you'!!! very intrigued in the noncon somnophilia concept,,, how do you think it would've played out if shang tsung did do it? feel free to decimate the dove here babe i know you can do it <3

keeping watch of you pt.2

a/n: i tried to decimate the dove

pairing: shang tsung x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) noncon/drugging, somnophilia, pussy eating, handjobs, mentions of overstimulation, bondage

Shang Tsung stirs the pot, pouring himself a separate portion before adding in his potion that would be sure to knock you out for the night

you hadn’t arrived home just yet, having a long day trying to sell your fruits, but it just meant that Shang Tsung had time to work on his potion

he needed to fuck you, to feel you, but he didn’t want to betray your trust, not just yet

you both slept in the same bed, and he found it increasingly hard to keep his hands off you, to not hold you down and fuck you as you thrashed in his grip

but first, he needed to keep his trust, to have time to gather his power before he could keep you all to himself

Shang Tsung pours your portion of the soup just as you walk in, and he calms his feelings and turns around with a smile as he presents you with dinner

you give him a grateful smile and collapse onto the rickety dining chair as he puts your bowl in front of you and sits down across from you

immediately, you dig into the bowl, complimenting his cooking skills and drinking the soup eagerly as Shang Tsung blows off the steam of his bowl

he drinks slowly as you tell him about your day, and he watches as your words become more slurred, how your eyes droop, and your muscles relax

his plan is working perfectly, and when you say that you feel tired, he leads you to the bed, citing that you’ve had a long day and that you should rest

you try to complain, but as soon as your head hits the pillow, your eyes close and muscles completely relax into the bed as you drift off to sleep

Shang Tsung tries not to be too eager, that would be unbecoming, but it’s hard as he turns you on your back and strips you of your clothes carefully

he traces the edges of your body, memorizing the softness and the plushness of your hips, your thighs, your chest

you sleep soundly, completely unbothered, and Shang Tsung’s breathing grows more labored as he finally pulls down your panties to reveal your cunt

he spreads your legs on the bed and uses his fingers to spread your folds apart and rub small circles into your clit

your pussy clenches down on nothing and grows more wet, and yet you don’t even react

his potion worked perfectly, and a wicked smile overcomes Shang Tsung’s face as he strips himself of his clothes and settles in between your legs

he can’t leave any marks unfortunately, but he leaves soft kisses to the inside of your thighs as he continues to circle and tease your clit

your wetness slowly starts to gather on your pussy lips and drip down onto the sheets, and Shang Tsung leans his head forward to get a taste

his tongue leaves a long stripe on your folds before diving into your cunt and tasting your sweetness, and his hands go to grab onto your thighs, trying hard not to leave bruises in your skin

you’re so sweet, so wet, just from him touching your clit, and he wishes you were awake, to grab onto his hair and use your honeyed voice to moan for him

or maybe you would try and get away desperately, and he would have tied your hands to the posts and pinned your hips down as he got his fill of you

your screams and cries would be so sweet, so beautiful to hear, but it would attract the attention of neighbors

perhaps he would stuff your own panties into your mouth, the ones he loved to use to cum into when you were away

or maybe he would wrap a hand around your throat and keep you quiet as he stared into your eyes and used his other hand to stretch your needy pussy on his thick fingers

but for now, you’re asleep, compliant and needy for him without even knowing it, and he’s going to take advantage of the fact

Shang Tsung loses himself in the taste, moaning into your cunt and closing his eyes as he enjoys how your cunt clenches around his tongue and your thighs slightly tremble

there’s no warning, no long whine or arching back as you cum on his tongue, but he laps up your release all the same, panting into your cunt as he rubs your clit with one hand

he brings himself away from your cunt, as much as he wanted to keep on tasting you, to make you all overstimulated and puffy, he had a goal in mind

stripping off his clothes, Shang Tsung spreads your legs wide, grunting as he watches your pussy clench down on nothing, as if expecting him to fuck you

he wants to fuck you, to fill you with his seed and breed you and keep you all to himself, but it would be too obvious and set your suspicions on him

and so Shang Tsung settles for pumping his own cock, imagining it’s your hand rubbing his cock and your tongue kicking the tip

would he have to force you to like the taste, to swallow? or would you naturally submit?

he wants to break you so badly, make you forget the world and only have you worshiping him on your knees and sucking his cock

perhaps you would cry as you suck his cock, tears staining your cheeks as he grips onto your hair and holds you still as he fucks into your wet mouth

maybe you would try to touch yourself, and he would tie your hands behind your back and have you grind against his shoes in desperation

your tears would look so pretty, and Shang Tsung groans at the image, pumping himself faster and swiping his thumb over the tip to spread his pre-cum

he wants to fill you up, watch his seed spill out of you before fucking it back in, making you lose your mind and have you as completely his

you would struggle at first probably, but he would break you, tie you to the bed and make sure to tease you all day, never letting you come

have you cockwarm him and have no release as he fucks into your drooling cunt

or he would suspend you from the air with intricate ropes and make you cum over and over again, stuffing you with toys and coming back hours later to you passed out and crying

Shang Tsung looks down at your sleeping form and aims his cock down at your pussy, moaning lowly as he cums on your spread pussy

he watches as the white paints over your skin, staining you with his filth, but it’s such a delicious sight

he can’t help himself when he brings his fingers down to rub his seed into your skin, marking you as his whether you knew it or not

but, all good things come to an end, and he cleans himself up and wipes his remnants off of your skin before washing and drying the rag

after dressing you in the clothes you fell asleep in, he lays down next to you and watches you sleep until he also succumbs to tiredness

you awake with a loud yawn, waking up Shang Tsung as well, and you slightly frown, rubbing your thighs together, still wet and horny from only cumming once last night

Shang Tsung watches from the bed with lidded eyes as you get up on shaky legs and go about the day, mind a little unfocused and hazy

he knows why you’re so pent-up, but it’ll be his little secret until he can claim you

[crimsonbubble]

please...something, ANYTHING with shang tsung...i know his power hungry ass would need an earth realmer on their knees begging for him

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, oral, cockwarming, shoe humping, bondage, humiliation kink, degradation *not proofread, just pure horny

[ I dont like shang tsung as much as the others but he's kinda...] my motivation is going 📉📉📉 but I still wanted to post it for you 🥹🥹

Goes on a power trip every time you submit to him

You just submit so easily, it's hard not to find it amusing

You bend at his every will, though giving more than receiving

But moving on-

Shang tsung making you cockwarm him with your mouth

Your wrists bound to your ankles to render you temporarily immobile

If he's feeling generous he may allow you to hump his leg like the horny pet that you are

But for now, you are nothing but a cock warmer

He's either the type to hold your face gently, tracing his fingers over your jaw, or he grabs your face harshly and moves your body for his use

[itjazzbicch]

What Wasn't Meant To Be

Pairing: Shang Tsung x Fem Reader 

Summary: This is a prequel to my Escaping False Fate Mini Series!

Escaping False Fate PT. 1 - Escaping False Fate PT. 2

After a man interrupts Shang Tsung during a sales pitch, claiming his work to be fake, the day takes an unfortunate turn; the reader comes to check on her business partner, who holds a special place in her heart after bonding for so long, where she learns vaguely that their lives are about to take a drastic turn...

Warnings:  NONE! Just fluff🥰

Quick Note: I thought that this would be a cute little idea after thinking about the mini-series and based on the photos I use below!

Word Count: 1k 

"You surely cannot be without this medicine that I prepared..."

Shang Tsung was managing by making 'medicine,' which I couldn't insult as I did similar things to make money in the cruel world that we lived in. However, tonight, I had a gift for him that I worked very hard on. A medicine that would work.

Today was quite an eventful one, not for the better, unfortunately. A man came after Shang Tsung and practically started a mob, ruining his product, and I knew that the scene that occurred was weighing on his shoulders.

It was likely going to ripple his future, and considering we were partners, just trying to make money to live, I wanted to help him in any way I could.

"Shang?"

Coming to his stand, I didn't notice him inside, the heavy rain not helping with my vision, but as I turned the corner, he stood in the rain, staring off into nothingness.

"You shouldn't be standing in the rain like this."

Something was going on, but I didn't know what. Either way, I wanted to help him and give him my gift, taking his hand softly and guiding him inside:

"Come inside. I have something to show you."

"Something to show me, hm?"

Looking down at his hand in mine, he hid an evident smile. It made my heart feel lighter. I smiled softly as I nodded, following him inside his mobile stand.

I was familiar with it, sitting him down and getting him a change of clothes, questioning:

"Any particular reason you were standing out in the rain?"

Silence. He was staring off into space, that grin on his face. It made me even more curious now. I didn't want to push him, so I sat his clothes next to him, kneeling gently in front of him so I could get him to stop staring at nothing and find my gaze.

"Would you like to see your gift?"

"What a lovely surprise," He chuckled with a grin, "What is it?"

He had some dry patches of skin on his face, and he was far too handsome to deal with such a burden that wasn't necessary. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a jar with some cream inside, opened it, and put a small amount on my finger.

"This will help with those dry patches," I explained and offered, "I promise, it will help."

"How thoughtful of you," He grinned, closing his eyes softly as I rubbed it into his skin, getting the patches on his cheek and temple. I couldn't help but smile when he sighed, relieved; it was working already.

"Just keep using it, and your skin will glow," I hummed, gazing into his eyes deeply as he looked into mine, continuing to grin.

Every time I looked into his eyes, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't describe the feeling, but it surged within me. I nearly got lost in admiring the handsomeness held along with his deep brown eyes till that grin caught my attention again.

My patience was wearing thin because of my curiosity, whispering to him:

"Any particular reason as to why you're grinning like that?"

"I have a question for you." He whispered back, nearly staring into my soul, and his gaze told me this question was necessary.

"I'm listening."

"If our lives were to change drastically, would you continue to be loyal to me?"

This wasn't what I expected, but Shang and I had been business partners for quite some time, and I would be a liar if I said I didn't trust him or that I wasn't loyal to him. As much as I hid it, he had a spot in my heart, and there was never any running from the feeling.

"I'd hope that the change you speak of would be for the better," I sighed, then smiled into his eyes, "But whether if it's good or bad, I'll continue to be loyal to you, Shang."

"Our lives will be changing for the better, dear."

Something must've happened before I came here, and I could only stare as I tried to think of what could have happened, my heart racing as when he called me, dear.

"Did something happen?" I wouldn't dig for too much, but I would've liked an answer.

Shang started to smile, a bright one, nodding and saying vaguely, "I have been presented with an opportunity. An amazing opportunity."

I cocked my eyebrow, my eyes asking for a more direct answer, then he cupped my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks. My heart raced even quicker as he did, softly telling me:

"Imagine being as strong as a deity, having the realms at our feet. Never having to live like this again. Just imagine, dear."

The thought of that made my blood rush. I hated this life, and to come from this life to this power he spoke of? It was like a drug straight into my veins.

"We will achieve such power. All I need you to do is trust and be loyal to me."

"Y-Yes," I nodded, a crack of thunder roaring in the sky as I smiled with a tear of happiness, "Always."

"With time, we will have the realms at our feet. We'll never have to live like this again," He was nearly panting from being so excited at the thought, another crack of thunder roaring when he brought his lips to mine.

I'd never felt my blood run so hot, something in his kiss telling me that every word he spoke was accurate, the spot he had in my heart growing and taking over me as I deepened our kiss, holding his cheeks to keep him close, his lips curling into another grin as I poured my heart into his lips.

When our lips parted, I shook with every breath I took, slowly gazing up into his eyes, and the more he smiled, so did I, to the point where we started laughing, pressing my forehead to his as I whispered:

"I knew that when we met, our lives would change. It almost feels as if we defied a cruel destiny."

His eyes were filled with determination, seeing his gears going and creating a plan, squeezing my cheeks as he smiled, "We will defy that cruel fate, my dear Y/N." 

2024 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[mrstsung]

Hc time!

Shang tsung hcs

This is cary hiroyuki tagawa shang tsung. Mk11 and or 95 movie

🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍

There are Things i feel shang tsung would totally do or is willing to do.,most definitely. However whether or not he acts upon said things. Is context sensitive and depends entirely upon the relationship between you n him.

*An example. Shang i hc,doesn't initiate hugs at first to strangers,he will accept them wholeheartedly if you initiate. But he wont outright hug you,if he doesn't know you. But if you're the type to hug people,he will indulge. Give him time. A least a couple of weeks to get the feel of your vibes soul .

Scenario example. You greet him for the first time. You bow,handshake,and even hug him. He won't initiate a hug. He bows first,then a handshake. As proper greeting. If you hug him he will oblige,but he won't be the first one to outright hug as a greeting. But over time,he may greet you that way.

Hugs and other close proximity forms of affection are kinda intimate. He won't say no per say. But he won't be the one to initiate them until he feels comfortable with you enough. How long is various,who knows with that man. A couple of weeks should be enough. But it could be a few days. Or a few years. Or a few seconds. Who tf knows with that man.

He is absolutely touch starved tho(you can't convince me otherwise). That's why he allows it. But he's awkward ok?*

Again shang tsung is context sensitive as a character. But that's what makes him fun af to write. Endless possibilities,but he has a formula,method to his "madness",etc.

But here is more random hcs of mine of shang tsung:

Shang tsung would totally shapeshift into other characters to try to "sway your opinion of them" to get you more interested in him,joining him,etc. Whether you actually fall for this is all depending on you.

Like i said with the initial reaction to physical affection. He won't say no. But he may be flustered a bit by it. But once the ice is broken so to speak,over a period of time. He will initiate. And oh boy,this man is grabby grabby hands.

Shang tsung loves to pepper his lover in kisses. Especially from Behind.

Shang tsung absolutely CAN'T STAND STAYING DIRTY. like kombat is kombat,blood is blood. And shit happens. And you're gonna be messy. He is no stranger to this. But staying that way? For days?! Hell no. He NEEDS to bathe at some point or another otherwise he'll be grumpy af and not happy at all. A day or two without it,fine but that's the most he will feel comfortable with. Other than that he will be a a foul mood till he showers.

Shang tsung absolutely loves spicy food,but a reasonable amount. Unlike a certain thundergod . His fave spicy meal is a pork or beef noodle soup. He tends to eat it on special occasions,like lunar year or during tournaments.

He lives on an island so most of his diet would consist of seafood,tropical fruits foreign and domestic,and light but flavorful meals. But heavier foods he tends to only eat like i said during special occasions or on occasion. His fave fruit btw is melon,pineapple,mangos and peaches. And coconut. But not just for food but for hair,body care,etc. Very versatile. So if you give him any gifts,fruit is such a simple and sweet gesture to him.

Shang tsung really likes watching you. Not in a creepy way. But in a "i admire you,like a peice of art" kinda way. Like looking at a beautiful sunset,like he genuinely loves watching you. He's a people watcher definitely. But you,he just admires. Both up close and afar.

Shang tsung if he likes you. Like Genuinely loves you,is interested in you or wants to pursue you. NOBODY,NOT EVEN THE GODS WILL STOP HIM! also a surefire way to know. Is he kinda becomes mother hen around you. He starts saying things like "take a coat dear,or you'll catch a cold" or "ugh,let me do that/get that for you. You'll hurt yourself" "ugh so helpless" then proceeds to do it anyways because he care. He may seem nagging to those that don't know. But that's because those that do (more likely raiden) will see that shit and go *poggers* . Another way you'd know is he lets you do things that require "in close proximity" like tending his hair,helping him bathe or put on his armor,making him tea and bringing it to him. Pouring his wine. He trusts you with his well being. So yeah....he likes you. He loves you. Otherwise you wouldn't even be allowed to breathe in his direction that close.

Shang has a slightly softer bed than most that he grew up with(this man is over 500yrs old. So he's old old school chinese. However i feel shang tsung even for his time was kind of a progressive man. So traditional yes but not a bigoted dick ok?). Shang tsung was spoiled by the soft and silk beds in outworld when he got to be able to sleep in them. He has to have a ton of pillows and blankets. But he still prefers a slightly firmer bed. More like a medium firmness perhaps. I see shang tsung overall loving luxurious things. Of course this was all earned from his fights from tournaments past,rewards from his service once as shao Kahn's courtly mage,and even stolen profits that kollector gave him as tribute to offer for both being a mole and to keep his head and soul in tact.

Shang tsung likes soft light ambiance while sleeping. Sometimes he'll have a soul lantern nearby. But if you dont feel comfortable with that. He'll make them something more soothing. Like butterflies or fireflies. And the sounds will be more pleasant. Or he can silence them if that's better. The ocean waves and natural nature that can be heard throughout the island is soothing enough.

I hc shang tsung just has a natural aura of both absolutely calming energy and absolutely terrifying energy. He can either make you feel in absolute danger but too scared to move. Or....he can lull you,calm you,soothe you,and put your mind at ease. If it's genuine,this works wonders if you have anxiety(like moi). If he isn't genuine,and it's a means to an end. All the more to spread his influence. However.....you're special....so it's not likely the latter unless you're an enemy. But you're his beloved...so count your blessings.

Speaking of which,if you're his beloved nobody in their right mind would harm you. Or their souls would be absolutely taken.

Also shang tsung could read me anything and I'd be happy. I feel most people agree. Also i hc he loves books and loves to read. He loves to sniff books. I know weird. But yeah. You ever smell a good book? Like an old book? Good shit right there.

Shang tsung smells like incense,old books and scrolls,and some other indescribable scent. Something that is sort of an aphrodisiac that is very enticing. What that is specifically depends entirely upon the individual. And it can change or vary depending on the person and if he wants it to be something gentle and inviting. Or something horrible and terrifying(he literally smells dangerous) or he will have a smell that will absolutely make you randy. Either way that man's natural cologne is intoxicating af. He doesn't really need any perfumes,those are for you my dear. Not him. Tho he may use them on occasion if he needs to feel...."cleaner" flesh pits,alchemy,and the trials of kombat are no joke honey.

I may write some more,maybe specific things. But for now enjoy.

🥰💚🐍

[kusagrasskusa]

Quan Chi X Reader Imagine

I'm coming out with a way bigger version of this soon btw :)

Disturbing themes. Sorta... almost rapey, but there's no NSFW or rape lmao

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Whether Y/N was fully biologically human daughter to Shang Tsung, or a mix like Mileena, or half human half something else, or even adopted- it didn't matter. She was the daughter of Shang Tsung. And Quan Chi hated Shang Tsung.

Even the idea of some deadly alliance between them, their bloodlust against Raiden and other Earthrealmers, or whatever else was never enough to keep their fueds from raging. They hated each other's position under Shao Kahn. Shang Tsung always, despite being a mire human, bested Quan Chi in the Kahn's eyes.

And Quan Chi wanted to ensure he would become the new higher up. All it took was to break down his greatest foe.

And what else did his greatest foe love more than his own daughter? That girl- so lushful, gracious, and beautiful. No matter what she was- human or not- Shang Tsung would raise her to be the lovely hanfu of his time in China. Oh, how long ago it felt; and yet, he had perfectly replicated the gorgeous femininity of the women of his time.

He gave her free choice iver what she did. She learned magic, telekinesis and teleportation, however if she wanted to learn to fight or absorb souls was her own wish. She was only 20 at the time and she needed more time to discover what she really wanted. Live a life like her father (under constant threat of death under Shao Kahn and the Elder Gods) or a life of a delicate hanfu.

Let's just say, she couldn't hurt a fly. And as uncharacteristic as it was, Shang Tsung loved her purity.

And what more does a demon love than purity that slowly becomes...

corrupt.

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"Stop it, you demon fool, I am the daughter o-of Shang! My father w-will!-"

"Your father isn't here now, is he?"

"S-Stop it! Stop!"

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Tied up and bonded wasn't the worst of her fear. Why, her father kept her safe all these years that she didn't even know what she was encountering. Demons? What even were they outside of those books she read? How could she escape?

But the worst of her fear wasn't the unknown. It was him. That demon, looming iver her with a disgusting grin. She breathed out heavily, bare and shaking, as she looked up at him fear in her eyes.

"Your father can no longer aid you, Y/N. He is finished," he spoke in his clear, bold voice. He walked forward, resting his finger under her chin to stare at her deep into her eyes.

"What... what do you mean?" She whispered back, almost inaudibly.

"Shang Tsung, albeit powerful, was incapable of saving you. When you were unconscious, he had tried and failed. Your father, Shang Y/N, is dead."

Fear plunged into her heart. Her eyes widened.

Yet, somehow, a part of her naive heart refused to believe it. Perhaps that part was true. Perhaps it was just that Shao Kahn would forbid Shang Tsung from fighting Quan Chi. And Shao Kahn had no knowledge of his daughter, for Shang Tsung didn't want him to enslave her. How could he tell the Kahn now? What punishment would come from such?

And it broke the notorios sorcerer down. He knew the demon did it. He knew the demon was manipulating his poor daughter's mind and soul. He knew he should have taught her to fight- to use magic- to protect herself!

...

He at least got to see her again.

Tormented and... "trained"... by Quan Chi for years after disappearing. How cold the sorcerer became afterwards was evident. Quan Chi could see he broke down the sorcerer. And not only did he win the favor of Shao Kahn, but he won a wife. Quan Y/N.

And when the demon brought his wife to a party thrown by the Kahn, Shang Tsung could see what happened to his beloved daughter. Her eyes dark with misery, face dull without a single emotion behind it, lip busted from what would most likely be physical abuse.

... But, under Shao Kahn, what could he do? He couldn't save her. The Kahn would side with Quan Chi. The Kahn would kill Shang Tsung for not only hiding a daughter, lying about not having one, and causing problems regarding Quan Chi.

And likely, his daughter would die as a result.

Why couldn't the God's punishment him instead of his innocent daughter?

[suvidrache]

A Proposal

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 510 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist

Author's Note: I do not write for mk1. writing is from mk11 and past.

Shang Tsung never thought of marriage. There was no one who loved him. There was no one that he loved enough to marry. He could live forever. His partner couldn't.

He had never met someone like you. He had never loved someone as much as you. He wanted to give you everything that he could. He did. He did everything that he could. He gave you everything you asked for, except marriage. He wasn't sure that you even wanted it. It was just something that he had forgotten about.

You mentioned it to him once before. He never forgot how excited you were about it. He didn't forget that it was something you wanted. He wanted it, too. However, he would probably forget. It was better to remember that it was what you wanted. He didn't care about his feelings. He cared about yours.

He was always well prepared and made sure things were in order when he did things. He didn't like to see his plans fail. They never usually did. He always got his way, one way or another.

“My love.” He said one day as he walked up behind you. He didn't want to scare you. He had a tendency to do that. He could make portals anywhere he wanted, and they would take him anywhere he wanted to go. You had grown used to him coming and going from various rooms. You were able to hear the sounds of the portal before you heard the sounds of footsteps. Even when you had the sound recognized, sometimes you didn't hear it, and he scared you. He took to announcing his presence to stop scaring you.

“Yes?” You asked as you didn't bother to turn away from the thing that was distracting you.

“I want to show you something. Do you have a moment?”

It wasn't often that he asked for your attention.

“Yes.” You said as you put your stuff down and away. You stood up and walked toward him. He held out his hand. Normally, it would be his arm. You held his hand, and he led you through the portal.

You looked around at the scenery. It was the place you had mentioned. You had always wanted to visit it sometime. Your eyes were wide as you took a few steps further into the land. You took a few more steps, and your hand was caught. You couldn't go any further. Shang Tsung wasn't following you, and he was still holding your hand. You turned and looked behind you. He was down on one knee. His hand is holding yours, and his other hand is holding a ring.

“My love, I have loved you since the day I met you. I have loved every day that we have spent together. I wish to spend years, centuries, and more with you. Will you marry me?” He asked with a smile on his face.

Your free hand went to your mouth, and you nodded as tears formed in your eyes.

“Yes, I will. I would love to.”

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[thisonehere]

How'd they react to finding out you're in love with someone else

Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Bi-Han, Tomas, Johnny Cage

C/w: Angst, unrequited love, unhealthy obsession

Liu Kang

When creating this new timeline, Liu Kang thought of many as he weaved a world. But it was you who swam through his mind most. He had hoped that you and him would be reunited in this world. Whenever he felt lonely he would often comfort himself with his thoughts of you and him together.

So imagine his pain when he realizes you love another. The pain is one of the greatest he has ever felt in centuries. He wants to do something, anything, to stop this. He doesn't want this to happen.

But he sees how happy this person makes you, so he stands back and watches as you continue this relationship with them.

It kills him inside to you two together, but he will always put your happiness before his.

Shang Tsung

Unfortunately, Stung is quite the opposite from Liu Kang.

In all his life, Shang Tsung has always been a selfish man. He never truly cared about another person...until you.

Finding out cut him deep, he never anticipated that someone, even you, could hurt him this badly. It burns him inside seeing you two together, jealousy consumes him, though this part of him hardly ever shows thanks to his cool and charismatic facade.

"That should be me," he thinks to himself. He'll do anything to get you for himself. He'll shower you with gifts, embarrass your love and make them look like fool, openly flirt with you in front of them, show off his power every chance he gets.

Alas, this does not work. But this won't deter him, he'll keep trying over and over again... He always gets what he wants.

Bi-Han

He has always thought very highly of himself. He even felt at one point entitled to you, to own you like you were but a slab of meat.

So when he finds out you prefer another, he is furious. "Who do they think they are" he thinks to himself, "To think that they are worthy of you?" He will belittle their every action, he wants to make them look pathetic compared to him and remind them of how much better he is compared to them.

And Elder Gods forbid that whoever you love is Lin Kuei. Because Bi-Han would make their life a living hell. Even trying to get them killed at some point.

Eventually, he'll see how much his actions are hurting you, so he gives up. He stands aside and watches as you two be together, he will feel his heart break as you do.

Tomas Vrbada

Tomas has always loved you, so when he finally worked up the courage to go to you and confess his true feelings, he is crushed to learn that you are in love with someone else.

He'll play it off and try to laugh it off. But inside he's hurting. He'll blame himself for waiting so long to finally confess, and he'll envy that person you chose.

But he won't try to fight like Bi-Han would, instead he would be your wingman. He'd do his best to help you with your relationship with them.

Seeing you together, you being happy with them, destroys him. On the surface he'll pretend like everything is okay, but inside he still blames himself. He can't help but wonder what life could've been like if he'd told you how he felt sooner.

Johnny Cage

Johnny has always been one cocky bastard, so he doesn't sweat this at first. "Nothing to worry about, just need to try harder," he thinks.

He'll try to buy your affections, bring gifts, take you on trips around the world, anything to impress you. But that's not how love works.

The pain that erupts in him when he realizes you don't love him in that way is terrible. He gets mad at himself, what was so wrong with him? First Cristina now you.

He smiles through the pain and congratulates you both. "Well done, you are lucky son of a bitch" he says through a forced smile.

[keenzinemugstudent]

I honestly still Kan't get over the fact Syzoth is technically a dilf

Like y'all!

Look at him!!! You mean to tell me this mf is a Zaddy how old is he cause he just looks young asf

How many kids did he even have again? Kause if this MF was my husband we going all night pregnant every day in both forms I think I Kan take him just saying

he so fine his wife (rest her soul) and Ashrah lucky ASF man

[fl3shm4id3n]

Y/n: But pookie, you promised you wouldn't hurt them.

Shang Tsung: not here kitten whiskers, daddy will discuss it later.

[chiqelatasblog]

When a Sorcerer Turns Into a Cat…

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Catsung art.

-> Another art for the last scene.

-> Lovely art by @inienil

Pairing : Shang Tsung x Reader

Tropes : Fluff and Humor, Idiots in Love, Confessions, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Kind of Secret Identity?

Summary : When Shang Tsung crafted a potion for invisibility, he was unprepared for the peculiar result—he unexpectedly transformed into a cat. Struggling to navigate the world on four paws, he sought refuge, and that’s precisely when you entered the scene.

As the only person Shang Tsung trusted, he reached out to you, desperately in need of help. Oblivious to his true identity, you unwittingly revealed some truths about your feelings as you welcomed the unexpected guest into your home.

Author’s Note: I had so much fun when I was writing this. I always thought Shang Tsung behave like a sassy cat and seeing memes about it, this fic came to life. Hope you guys like it too, happy reading! .

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He should never have made that potion.

About a day ago, he received the recipe for the invisibility potion from a small, dimly lit shop nestled in a mysterious corner of the city. The shop, selling peculiar items of unknown origin, offered him the recipe at an unbelievably low price, almost as if fate had handed him a golden ticket.

Despite a nagging suspicion that something wasn’t quite right, he was low on funds and had little else to trade Invisibility, a coveted skill he had long yearned to master, promised an escape from the ongoing misery of his life.

Eagerly, he returned to his humble trailer, carefully following the recipe’s instructions. The resulting potion, a dark purple concoction with a nauseating odor, made him gag even before it touched his lips. Disregarding the unpleasantness, he gulped it down in one go. Initially, only the repulsive taste assaulted his senses, but as seconds morphed into minutes, and his body stubbornly remained visible, frustration and realization set in – he had been duped.

Uttering a string of curses, he nervously set the bottle on the table, and then, suddenly, the world around him seemed to expand. No, he corrected himself; it was he who was shrinking. Panic seized him as his body crumbled at an alarming rate. Clothes, once fitting, now engulfed him like a collapsing tent. His limbs betrayed him, refusing to respond as he grappled with the unfolding chaos.

When he finally managed to disentangle himself from the heap of clothes, he was sent tumbling down the steps of his trailer, only to land unceremoniously in a puddle a short distance away.

Drenched from head to toe, he couldn’t hold back a frustrated ‘‘Fuck!’’ as he flung his wet hair away. However, amidst his exclamation, an unexpected sound reached his ears – a distinct ‘’Meow!’’

Shang Tsung’s world ground to a halt. ‘’Meow?’’ he echoed, utterly perplexed.

Gazing at his reflection in the puddle, he hoped desperately that it was all a dream. The creature staring back at him couldn’t be real. Two pairs of pointed ears, long black whiskers, a tiny triangular black nose, and again two large black eyes confronted him. He blinked, as if trying to verify his vision, and recoiled when his reflection blinked back in perfect synchronization.

The cat-like scream that followed, much higher-pitched than any human scream, nearly caused him to faint. He had transformed into a cat!

Fluffy paws had replaced his hands and feet, and whiskers, resembling delicate antennas, twitched involuntarily. The wet black fur failed to offer warmth, and a tail resembling a cleaning brush remained the only dry spot on his body.

Surveying his surroundings helplessly, Shang Tsung grappled with the overwhelming sensations. Colors, scents, and sounds bombarded his heightened senses. The moist and soft ground beneath his paws carried distinct smells – from the lush grass and flower pollen to the foul odor of nearby mice – making him nauseous and dizzy in this new feline reality.

He resolved to hide in his trailer until the effects of the potion had hopefully worn off. Perhaps time was the only remedy to this bizarre transformation.

With this decision, as he tried to maneuver his entirely alien limbs, he stumbled back into the puddle. Emitting a frustrated meow, he lifted his now even wetter body on trembling legs and took a determined step forward.

Coordinating his brain to move all four legs proved to be the most challenging task he had ever faced. Despite managing a few steps, it wasn’t long before he found himself face down on the ground. Climbing the stairs was out of the question when he could barely walk.

Yet, the thought of enduring the night defenseless in the open urged him to explore other options. Despite the presence of sharp claws at his disposal, he remained clueless about how to wield them effectively.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled ominously from the gathering dark clouds, intensifying his struggle. The loud noise sent shivers through his wet fur, and he fluffed up instinctively. What was he going to do now?

Abandoning the idea of entering his trailer due to his incapacitated state, and unable to climb the steps, he considered hiding beneath it. However, this provided little protection against larger predators.

As he weighed his limited options, another thunderclap sounded nearby, and rain approached faster than expected. Then, a solution flashed in his mind.

You.

In his present state of misery, pride might have prevented him from seeking you out, but the importance of trust is a precious rarity that outweighed his ego. The silver lining lay in the fact that, cloaked in this form, his identity would remain undetected by you.

He knew the way to your house by heart. If he could only manage to use his damn paws correctly, he estimated reaching your house in half an hour, perhaps even before the rain caught up with him.

With this determination, Shang wasted no time in taking action. His steps were still uneven and shaky, but time wasn’t a luxury he could afford to care about that.

The noise of the crowd from the market ahead throbbed in his ears, and an onslaught of diverse smells reached his nose, aggravating the nausea in his stomach. Being a cat was proving to be a challenging experience, perhaps explaining why they were often grumpy.

Navigating through the people, Shang tried his best not to entangle himself in anyone’s feet. However, his coordination mishaps led to a loss of balance, and a boy stepping on his tail resulted in a piercing yowl. Turning towards the offender, Shang unleashed a tirade of furious growls, attempting to express his outrage in the only way available.

‘’Are you blind, you damned brat! You almost trampled me!’’

Every word translated to meows, yet the intensity of his anger was universally understood. The woman, presumably the child’s mother, shielded her son from Shang and attempted to shoo him away with her hand, further bruising his wounded dignity.

Frustrated, Shang roared, ‘‘Who do you think you’re shooing, woman? Mother and son, I will kill you both and take your souls as a souvenir!’’—all conveyed in blood-curling meows.

Amidst the chaotic market, a male voice behind him suggested, ‘‘Ma’am, stand back; I think it has rabies.’’

Shang glared at the new person who had insulted him.

‘’Who do you think you’re calling rabid, you fucker—Oh, shit.’’

When he saw the bucket in the man’s hand that he was about to pour on him, he instantly put an end to his words-meows and hurried away from there as far as his legs would allow. He did not know how long he had been wandering around the market; the interior of the place he had always been wandering around had suddenly turned into a maze.

Everything was too loud, causing him to be constantly startled and feel the need to crawl into a corner with fear. The noise was overwhelming, and he had never felt so nervous; it was challenging not to be crushed underfoot when people, oblivious to his tiny presence, walked past him like giants. Additionally, the smells were more than mere scents—they were a symphony of overpowering fragrances that constantly distracted his attention.

After enduring a relentless pursuit by several dogs, their barks resonating through the narrow alleys, two people attempted to offer Shang affection. Amidst the chaos, he responded by scratching one person’s face, biting the other’s hand, and clumsily falling to the ground for the thirtieth time. Eventually, he managed to navigate the maze-like streets and arrive in front of your house.

Standing at the door of your one-story, quite small, stone house, he didn’t bother to stand up. Instead, he lay down on the ground for a prolonged moment.

Tired, hungry, and thirsty, he also felt the grime on his fur from the rain that continued to pour. It was already dark, and despite all his efforts, he hadn’t managed to escape the relentless downpour. While waiting in front of the door, drenched and shivering, he started screaming at the top of his lungs when he couldn’t hear a sound indicating that you were inside.

Just as people didn’t trust him easily, he himself never trusted others easily. In fact, he never trusted. You were the only one who had an exception in this matter. He had a bond with you that he didn’t share with anyone; it was so special and precious to him that Shang was afraid of doing something wrong and pushing you away.

You possessed a kind and empathetic nature, extending compassion even to someone like him who made money by deceiving people. This filled him with the need to protect, as well as a genuine concern for your selflessness.

While you were certainly not naive, your kind heart and tolerant attitude toward everyone could one day lead you to unexpected hurt. People often saw kindness as weakness, and Shang knew it well. Kindness was nothing more than a tool for many to gain the upper hand and exploit others.

Shang, despite his deceptive nature, taught you how to draw boundaries with small word games, preserving your gentle nature without resorting to brute force. Although he was aware that this approach contradicted his general nature, he found himself irresistibly drawn to you, seizing every opportunity to be near you.

He had no idea when he fell in love with you; perhaps it was the first time he saw you, or maybe it was when a few of the customers he tricked later came to kick his ass, and you helped him take care of his wounds after they hurt him badly. Or maybe it was that sexy look on your face when you didn’t refrain from answering back to him about something for the first time.

The options were endless, but one thing he knew was that he had never felt such intense attraction and closeness to anyone before. He was almost sure that you felt the same way, but he hesitated to take a step further, not wanting to risk this relationship he couldn’t name between you.

Finally, Shang stopped shouting when footsteps, making it clear that you had heard his screams, were heard from behind the door.

‘‘What’s going on?’’

When you opened the door and looked with curious eyes to see the source of the sound, Shang instantly tried to get your attention, mustering a heart-wrenching meow to pull at your heartstrings.

‘‘Oh, were you the cause of all this screaming?’’

By opening the door a little further, as if to show that there was no threat, you got down on your knees and stretched out your hand to him, inviting him closer.

“Hello, little one, come closer.’’

Shang came straight to you without a second thought, rubbing his head on your hands. He began to purr, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very core of his being. You put on a sweet smile at the sounds he made, Shang’s eyes closing with happiness as your gentle hands massaged behind his ears.

‘‘You poor thing, you’re soaked through.’’ After stroking his head a little more, you carefully grasped him on both sides with your hands. ‘’I’m going to hold you in my arms, please don’t attack me, okay?’’

Shang responded with louder purrs, trying to make himself appear as harmless and innocent as possible. You were the only person in this world he would not harm, a fact that could not change now or later. The warmth of your embrace provided solace to Shang, now a rain-soaked cat, as you lifted him into your arms. His damp fur clung to your clothes, but you didn’t seem to mind.

As you cradled him in your lap, Shang tried not to be too impressed by the softness of your breasts. But right now, even if he was a cat, he was a man, and being closer to the woman he loved than ever before might have affected him more than he thought.

‘‘That’s it, come here, my little friend. Let’s wash you first; you smell terrible. We’ll have dinner together later, what do you think? Is that okay?’’

While holding him with one hand and stroking him under the chin with the other hand, Shang’s eyes closed with happiness once again. He felt safe, comfortable, and peaceful. All that dizzying confusion of sounds, smells, and images had finally calmed down a little.

Your scent was playing a big role in him calming down. It was sweet, reminiscent of vanilla and a hint of lavender, a fragrance that wrapped around him like a comforting embrace.

When he caught your scent once more, just to be certain, his mouth watered. It was delicious, with an undercurrent of delightful notes—raisins and chocolate dough, the unmistakable aroma of his all-time favorite dessert: moon cakes, a treat you had lovingly prepared to smell just like this.

When his stomach rumbled loudly enough to embarrass him, you giggled.

“Oh my, I will put an end to your hunger at once, little one. Don’t worry; you’re in good hands.’’

When you arrived at the bathroom, after placing him in a basin and approaching to pour hot water on him, Shang’s whole body reflexively tensed up, and his coat puffed out.

If I get wet one more fucking time I-

‘‘I’ll keep this as quick as possible.’’ You said, in your usual kind voice, and put a little kiss on his head. The words that were waiting on the tip of Shang’s tongue to be said evaporated and disappeared into the air. Before he had a chance to shake off his astonishment, you began to wash his body with hot water.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he liked the bath. The warm water cascading over him felt like a gentle rain, washing away the grime and tension from his fur. His body, stiff from the nightmare-filled moments he spent outside, had almost reached the consistency of falling asleep as it slowly relaxed between your fingers, which felt like magic.

‘‘Good boy, look how well behaved you are. You must be someone’s cat; you don’t look feral at all.’’ You said, mumbling to yourself. Your compliment had caused another unexpected reaction in Shang. While his heart began to beat faster than before, he had no doubt that his cheeks would have flushed noticeably if he had been human.

When you started delicately drying his body with a towel, Shang seized the opportunity to shake off the water, and in a playful display, a small scream escaped your lips as you attempted to shield yourself from the scattered water drops.

With your face and hair now adorned with droplets, Shang, taking full advantage of his feline guise, delicately licked the drops on your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, he reveled in this mischievous act.

Against his movement, you let out a giggle that made his heart jump. After drying his semi-damp body, you picked him up again and headed into the kitchen. Shang took a deep breath, inhaling the delicious smells wafting around, trying to ignore the rumbling of his stomach.

You had just made the moon cakes he had predicted, and with the smoke rising from them, it was obvious they had just come out of the stone oven. Shang couldn’t decide whether your lap or the buns lined up like treasure on the counter were more attractive.

‘‘Stop right here, and I’ll see what I can give you.’’

As you put him down and started preparing food by wandering around the kitchen, Shang looked at the counter with longing eyes. How he would have liked to jump in there and grab one of the cakes. Deciding to try his luck, he leaned his paws on the counter, attempting to keep his balance on both legs. Although he couldn’t see the counter, he could have reached out and grabbed one of the cakes with his paw. He just needed to reach a little more—

‘‘Oh, hold on there, you naughty kitty.’’

You grabbed him by the waist, pulled him away from the counter, and placed him on the table.

‘’There’s nothing there for you.”

“Don’t think so; you can’t protect those buns from me.”

Interpreting his mewing as a sign of hunger, you once again stroked the top of his head with understanding eyes.

“Here you go buddy, enjoy your meal.”

Leaving the food you had prepared for him in front of him, you sat down with your own dinner. Shang inspected the food, smelling the bowl. When he caught a whiff of chicken broth and stale bread crumbs, he looked up, giving you side eyes.

He couldn’t believe you were offering him stale bread.

“What?” As you carefully chewed a morsel, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Are you giving me the side eye?”

Shang pushed the food with one paw, turning his head to the side.

“What’s with that attitude?” you said with a laugh. “Aren’t you hungry? You should be able to smell the chicken inside.”

“And the stale bread you put in,” Shang hissed. Approaching you confidently, he eyed the food on your plate. With beautifully baked chicken pieces, sautéed vegetables, and rice, your plate looked quite delicious. Shang swallowed, feeling his mouth water. You didn’t stop him when he buried his head in your plate, about to devour one of the chickens.

“Alright, eat up. It’s obvious you need it more than me.”

As you gently stroked his head, Shang couldn’t determine if he was truly starving, attributing the chicken’s apparent deliciousness to his intense hunger. With purrs that exceeded his small body, he devoured the meal, finding it to be the most delicious chicken he had ever eaten.

When you prepared a new plate for yourself and sat down, a peaceful silence descended between the two of you. After a while, while taking a small sip from your wine glass, you continued to gently stroke the top of Shang’s head with one hand.

This, he thought to himself, must be heaven.

‘’You’re tame enough to make me think you’re somebody’s pet. If you haven’t run away from home and you’ve been dumped, I have two words to say to that person.’’ You said in a harsh voice.

As Shang licked the leftover pieces of chicken smeared on the side of his mouth, he started purring louder when he heard the protective timbre in your voice. Giggling at his reaction, you stroked his cheek with your dainty fingers.

‘’We need to give you a name, hmm.’’ After taking another sip of your wine, you patted your chin with one hand and looked at him with thoughtful eyes. Shang thought about how breathtaking you looked at that moment.

Most of the lights in your house were turned off, it was dim except for a few candles that you placed around and the heat and light emitted by a small fireplace burning a little further away.

The places where the soft yellow light touched your skin painted you a sweet golden color, while your cheeks were slightly pinkened because of the wine you were drinking, and your lips were tinged with a dark color of red. As the thin tufts of hair that had escaped from the bun that you had scattered from the top covered your face, he felt an intense desire to kiss you at that moment, it suddenly became even more important for him than breathing.

You looked so sweet, vulnerable, and beautiful that he cursed himself once again for turning into a cat. But on the other hand, if he hadn’t turned, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see you like this.

“Actually, I know someone who loves cats, I have no doubt that he will adore you.” You said and put another smile on your face from behind the glass touched your lips. His heart warmed at the sight of you. “He tries not to show it, but I know how much he loves animals. It’s easier for him to make friends compared to people; I can’t blame him for thinking like that. Everyone has their reasons.’’

When your fingers moved again to stroke the soft fur, Shang brought his head closer to you. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help wondering, were you talking about him?

‘‘I can tell that his hair is the same color as your coat, and even your eyes are exactly the same color. Should I also call you Shang? Or Shang the Junior?‘’ You continued laughing at your own words, while Shang responded by looking at you with side eyes. His gaze must be amusing to you, making you burst into a louder laugh.

‘‘I’ve no doubt he’ll look just as sassy as you are looking at me right now! By the elder gods, that was good. But I think it would be more appropriate if I thought of another name… how about Night? It’s a name that suits you quite well.’’

After stroking his head for the last time, you collected the plates on the table in one hand and stood up with the wine glass you were about to finish. You put the plates in the tap, cut one of the moon cakes left on the counter across from you in half, and put it in your mouth.

“Better than I thought, Shang will love these.” You said it in a hushed voice, difficult to be heard. The expression on your face was much more peaceful and gentle now. Knowing that he was the reason behind it, filled Shang with pride. When he tried to attract attention to himself by meowing across the table, you approached him with half a moon cake.

“I know it’s usually harmful for you to eat this, but I guess a little bite once is fine, right? Here you go.” When you divided the one in your hand once more, reduced it even more, and handed it to him, Shang happily bit the piece you handed him into his mouth. The taste was absolutely exquisite—a feast of flavors that melted in his mouth before he even chewed.

‘‘You seem to like it too.’’

‘‘I love it!’’ Shang said, meowing loudly. When he held on to your arm with his front paws to ask for more, you had no choice but to give him the other piece as well. After Shang filled the last place left in his small stomach with cake, you took him on your lap and went into the living room.

You lay down on the peltries and furs that were laid out a little distance from the fireplace and pulled one of the cushions on the floor to have a pillow under your head. Shang instantly took advantage of the opportunity, curled up on your arm and rested his head on your neck.

The smell of you, the heat from the fireplace, and the crackling rising from the burning wood… all filled him with peace, as well as his relaxing body literally turned to jelly.

As the rain outside continued its symphony, Shang, now affectionately named Night, nestled comfortably in your gentle embrace. The soft illumination of candles played with the shadows, creating a tranquil ambiance that matched the warmth spreading within him.

Your musings about other potential names—Whiskers or Shadow—accompanied by the calming melody of the rain, painted an intimate scene. The soothing patter of raindrops on the window seemed to harmonize with the contented purrs emanating from Shang, reinforcing the newfound sense of belonging.

‘‘It’s a very different feeling to want to see someone all the time, not to want to leave their side,’’ You said some time later. Your tone was quiet and somehow fragile. While one hand stroked the soft, black fur, Shang stubbornly tried to resist sleeping, despite his tired body. He wanted to hear the words that would come out of your mouth.

‘‘I feel that I really know him, I accepted him into my heart a long time ago with all his wrongs and truths.’’

Even though there was technically no one else in the house but you, your voice was getting quiet, as if you were afraid someone would hear it. When the other hand covered your eyes, the smile that left your lips this time had nothing to do with the previous ones. It was bitter and insecure.

‘’I like him. Oh gods, I like him more than I thought.’’

A tear trickled down your cheek from the eyes you had hidden from him. Shang instantly rose up and licked the tear that was trickling down your cheek, as if to calm you down. How he would like to be a human being right now and reciprocate you. While his heart was pounding with happiness and excitement because of your confession, at the same time, your lack of self-confidence and the anxiety that you were feeding from the inside made him feel bad.

You finally kissed the top of his head, rewarding him for trying to comfort you as much as he could with a little chuckle.

‘’Thank you, Night. Your presence was unexpected, but thank you for choosing my door.’’ You said, in a voice as soft and sincere as honey. ‘‘I wish there was some way I could know what was going through Shang’s mind; it would be nice to know if he feels the same way towards me, wouldn’t it?’’

Shang just rubbed his head against yours, trying to give you a positive answer. He wanted this damn situation to end as soon as possible; he was about to go insane.

After a while, you declared, ‘’It’s been a long day,’ concluding the topic. The flickering flames in the fireplace cast a warm glow, highlighting the subtle lines of exhaustion on your face. Shifting towards the fireplace, you enveloped him in your arms, pulling Shang close as if he was a cherished plush toy. Shang nestled into the warmth, leaning against you with no space between.

He seemed content in this embrace, willing to endure it a while longer.

BONUS:

As birds chirped outside and sunlight gradually invaded the room, you slowly awoke. The wooden floor beneath you creaked as you shifted, a small moan escaping your lips along with the lingering ache in your hips.

Every inch of you seemed to protest the unconventional night’s rest. Yet, when a hand, still warm from sleep, squeezed your waist, all discomfort faded. Turning, a gasp caught in your throat.

There lay Shang Tsung, peacefully asleep, a sight you hadn’t anticipated. Surprised, you didn’t scream, perhaps even forgetting to breathe. Studying his features, you reached out, brushing your fingers through his tousled black hair. The once-cynical expression softened in slumber, and his pale pink lips were slightly parted, giving him a tranquil and almost boyish appearance, adorned with freckles on cheeks and nose.

Time seemed to halt, your heart reacting as it always did in his presence. To affirm it wasn’t a dream, your fingers grazed the soft strands of his hair, gently pulling them away from his face.

“This is real,” you uttered in a single breath. When Shang heard your voice, he parted his long, black eyelashes. His sleepy gaze found you directly, and a small smile settled on his face, leaving your heart in disarray.

“Of course, it’s real,” said Shang, his voice thicker than usual due to sleep. “It’s too early to wake up yet, so close your eyes. Let’s get some more sleep.”

Your brain was preoccupied with grasping the truth of how he got into your house and why he was sprawled over you with his arms wrapped around you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with surprise.

“You let me in,” he replied simply.

“Me?” As you tried to figure out how, your eyebrows furrowed. The pieces snapped together in your mind as if lightning had flashed inside your head. “Was it you last night?!” you exclaimed, the half-scream in your voice. Shang’s eyes had already closed, but the wicked smile that revealed he hadn’t fallen asleep yet lingered on his face.

“How did you manage to turn into a cat?”

“Dear, it’s a pretty long story. Let me get some sleep first.”

As Shang snuggled closer, placing his chin on the top of your head, your eyes trailed down to his bare, muscular chest, and a shrill scream escaped your lips.

“You’re naked!”

“I guess so, I was a cat.”

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping next to me like this and still doing it,” you stammered, your face almost on fire.

“Well, I am quite comfortable,” Shang quipped without opening his eyes. He groped and took one of the pelts behind him, using it to cover himself.

“There, is that all right now?’’ A mischievous glint appeared in Shang’s eyes as he teased, “Well, if you’re done interrogating me, maybe I can finally enjoy some beauty sleep.”

You were so confused that you couldn’t answer him. Your poor brain, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened, was about to reach its breaking point. When you remembered the conversation you had with yourself last night, your face got so hot that you thought you were going to pass out and faint on the spot.

‘’When you were a cat… Do you remember what I said?”

Shang realized what you were talking about and chuckled in a deep voice.

“Everything.”

“Everything?” you said, squealing. Attempting to wriggle free from his grasp, you tried to hide from him, but Shang’s strong hands didn’t release their grip on your waist for a moment. On the contrary, a shaky breath escaped you when he pulled you closer, his hand gently stroking your hair.

“I like you too, (y/n),” Shang said, then kissed your forehead as if sealing his words. “I’ve been waiting for this moment so long,” he took a deep breath, burying his face into your hair. “While I’m holding you in my arms like this now, I don’t want to let go. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

Since you couldn’t trust your voice, you contented yourself with nodding in approval. Although you couldn’t see Shang’s expression, there was no doubt he wasn’t smiling.

Your heart filled with warmth and happiness, sensations you’d never experienced before. You had a premonition that Shang had feelings for you, but you chose silence, fearing your confession might affect the bond between you.

This mutual confession made you feel light as a bird, filling you with pure happiness that made you wiggle like a little girl.

Before you could help yourself, now allowed to do something you’d wanted for a very long time, you straightened up on your elbows and planted a little kiss on one of Shang’s round cheeks.

Shang slightly opened his eyes, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth. Then, as his hand found its place in the back of your neck, guiding you closer, you willingly followed. When your lips met, it was like two magnets drawn together, stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs

Shang’s kiss was as soft as the morning itself, an impetuosity showing that all the time belonged to them. While responding to his kiss, a detail caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Shang… You’re purring.”

Shang’s closed eyes widened.

“Fuck. There must be some side effects left from the damn potion.”

“I’ve always wanted to have a big cat,” you teased. Shang’s eyes narrowed playfully.

“I’m not like the cats you know, sweetie,” he said, brushing your hair with the back of his hand. Another smile left your lips, and you reached out to kiss him again.

“I have no doubt of it. Just don’t scratch the furniture, okay?”

Shang mockingly gasped, placing a hand over his chest.

“I’m offended. My claws are reserved for far more exciting endeavors, darling.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can i please have shang tsung(mk1) when he was just a salesman, meeting reader(a kind village person) and them helping him with his wounds everytime he gets beat up and they actually show him that not everyone is mean? :> It can be a fic or just hcs, i just need shang tsung content :<

Does this contain dramatic ooc Shang Tsung? Yes. When I see him, all I see is the cat being held at knifepoint…also this is unnecessarily long.

You knew you shouldn’t spare Shang Tsung any ounce of sympathy nor remorse for his faulty practices and causing loss and suffering to spread evermore throughout your village then needed. But that didn’t mean you condom the call to violence from your fellow villagers, most of whom had grown tired of allowing themselves to become deluded to Shang Tsung’s lies, whilst others just wanted an plausible excuse to get their hands on the salesman for the longest time now and had finally found their excuse.

They all had valid reasons to return the harm Shang Tsung had put upon everyone tenfold but an entire village against one man wasn’t exactly the fairest of odds. Then again if you were to being this up to anyone and they would retaliate by saying that their current circumstances weren’t fair either, before going on a tangent of how Shang Tsung took advantage of a vulnerable backwater village that would firmly believe that pigs could fly.

And yet despite all that, you could never bring yourself to inflict physical harm on him, if anything you refrained from anything in relation to violence almost entirely; So when the mob of villagers went to gang up on the salesman, you would make sure that you were far away from it as possible not matter how well deserved it maybe…you didn’t want to bear witness to it nor encourage such ugly behaviour that every being in existence seemed to be cursed with.

Upon returning however, you were always met with a pitiful sight of Shang Tsung looking worse for wear with his injuries and disheveled and torn clothes. It tugged at your heart to help him, show him an ounce of kindness in a village filled with people unsatisfied with him still living. You wondered how much of a difference would it make for them had Shang Tsung did pass away, for you truly believed that harming him wouldn’t make the dead come back to life, it wouldn’t bring the sick and injured back to full health; nothing would undo what already had been predestined to occur.

However Shang Tsung was made aware of you presence almost instantly, you weren’t apart of the mob that come to beat him on a daily basis, he would know as those same angry faces were deeply engraved within his mind that he could tell when something amongst them was amiss and yours certainly didn’t strike familiarity within him; but that didn’t mean he was about to be seen looking weak and pathetic in front of an unfamiliar face.

‘If it is revenge you want,’ Shang Tsung began bitterly, ‘have at it. If it is restitution, there is nothing left.’

‘Oh, that’s not why I’m here-‘ you began.

‘I know, or else you would’ve been with that bloodthirsty mob earlier.’ Shang Tsung interrupts with a scoff, looking you in the eyes now. ‘So pray tell why are you even here? To brutalise me emotionally or mentally?’ He then questions before shrugging his shoulders and looking down to pick at the dirt beneath his nails. ‘Hate to be the bearer of bad news but I’m pretty sure your friends had that covered.’

‘If you would just shut it for a minute and let me speak then maybe you would know that I’m here to help you with your wounds.’ You said, not wanting to stand out in the pouring rain all night, listening to him go on a tangent about your backwater village as if you didn’t already know, your the one who lives here your entire life with no promise of a better one anywhere in sight!

Shang Tsung’s brows raised in surprise. Help? You’re willing enough to help him, despite everything he’s done? Now why was that simple sentence the most oddest thing he’s ever heard in his entire life. Was this a trick? A trap? Even as he’s looking into your eyes, Shang Tsung wasn’t quite sure what your motive in all this was.

Your eyes were so kind, genuine and honest that even if you were lying, you’d think he would have known better than to trust a beautiful liar. Not that he would admit to any of this, he had a reputation to uphold.

‘What’s in it for me?’ He asks, leaning forward.

‘You wounds won’t be susceptible to infection?’ You said. ‘I don’t have much else to give other then medical aid so…’ you trailed off as the sound of rain took to filling in the silence. Shang Tsung was silent for a while and you were bringing to feel stupid, you even began to regret offering him help and were about to call it a night, when Shang Tsung said something so quietly that you couldn’t quite hear it over the rain.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.’

‘I said fine.’ Shang Tsung said with a hint of irritation of having to repeat himself. ‘but don’t think anything of this, you are to patch my wounds as per your insistence. Nothing more, nothing less.’

After making a deal with seemingly the devil, you went ahead and lead him back to your place to heal him of his wounds and seeing him off, thinking it to be a one time only thing, before anyone got suspicious of your involvement with the man who had caused them so much grief and misery.

Unfortunately you were proven wrong as it seemed that either every time you healed Shang Tsung of his wounds, the next set he would obtain were objectively worse than the ones before and naturally, you began to worry that the villagers were taking it too far this time.

‘Oh my gods.’ You said from behind your hands upon seeing the state that the village had left Shang Tsung in this time, it almost brings you to tears. He looked utterly terrible and had an hard time trying to move from the doorway without wincing, allowing for a cold draft to sweep inside and bringing rain along with it.

‘Nice to know that I still leave you speechless.’ Shang Tsung teased but the smirk upon his lips was easily wiped off his face as it contorted in discomfort and his eyes clenched shut, he grit teeth to hold back a pained grunt. The villagers defiantly bruised something, how troublesome.

‘As much as I know that you love hearing the sound of your own voice, but I’m going to need you to stop unless you want to get even worse.’ You replied, already working on getting him sat down comfortably on the chair you had pulled from another room along with your medical equipment. Spending time with Shang Tsung would’ve drove anyone into a fit of rage either way how arrogant and pompous he sounded, but if anything you’ve gradually picked up some of his sass whilst patching up his wounds.

So whether he tried anything, you were able to throw it back at him, to which he would always reply with; ‘you dare to kick a man while he’s down my dear healer?’ Whilst his eyes shone mischievously.

‘If that man is anything like you then I’m sure he’ll survive.’ You responded back in kind, yet all the while keeping a gentle and steady hand when stitching his deeper cuts and gashes before coving them up. ‘Like a cockroach.’ You heard him sharply inhale and looked at him, worried that you might’ve pressed down too hard on one of his wounds and were about to ask, only to see him looking away from you with his nose up in the air; even when he’s injured Shang Tsung never fails to find the opportunity to be dramatic.

‘You did not just compare me to those vile things.’ He spat.

‘You say that now but cockroaches are notoriously impossible to kill.’ You said absentmindedly, having calmed down upon realising that he wasn’t in any sort pain that you didn’t noticed the sigh of relief that you had let out, not until Shang Tsung made a comment on it.

‘Were you worried about me, dear healer?’ He’d ask, seeing an opening to use to his advantage.

‘I thought I might’ve pressed too hard on one of your wounds or reopened them somehow.’ you shot him a small genuine smile. ‘I’ve never been more glad in being wrong. I don’t like seeing you hurt, not to this extent, it’s not like the villagers will gain anything from it.’ You didn’t think much when Shang Tsung remained uncharacteristically silent throughout the rest of the treatment, staring ahead at nothing, he didn’t say anything until he was about to leave where he flashed you a forced smile. ‘Thank you for healing me.’ Was all he said but it was enough to leave you stunned.

Shang Tsung was never one to thank you after healing him, ever, so much so that hearing him say that made you think that something within him had changed, but you weren’t the type to charge into a burning house just because you tricked yourself into seeing something; you were kind but to that degree.

Meanwhile Shang Tsung was mulling over your words in his head. Out of an entire village hellbent on seeing him dead, you were the only one to show him an ounce of kindness despite everything. At first he thought you were unaware of who he was and what he has done to your entire village but when he found out that you were aware, it made all your interactions with him up till now all the more questionable.

He didn’t understand what you think you’d get from being kind to him nor understood your motive, not even your intentions. Yet the more he came to you for healing, he gradually stopped being speculative and started believing that this was just who you were as an individual, it wasn’t a persona you put on for fun. You held a genuine sense of self that not many could claim to have, not even himself. He doesn’t like being vulnerable but he has found that he could do so fluidly when within your presence, sure it took awhile but in the end Shang Tsung knew that it was near impossible for him to be redeemed, he had hurt too many and push many more past breaking point.

Your kindness may have been a reprieve for him but it could never erase the blood off of his hands that will sooner or later taint you.

[iliketangerines]

could i interest you in a reader who takes pity on shang tsung after he gets beat up by the crowd trying to sell his scam potion? takes him in and tends to his wounds, lets him rest in her bed, only for him to grow unhealthily obsessed with her because no one has ever cared for him before :) uh oh

keeping watch of you

a/n: god shang tsung and dark content just goes sooo well together

pairing: obssessed!shang tsung x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), kidnapping at end, wet dreams of blowjobs, bondage, somnophilia, dacryphilia

you’re walking by with a basket of fresh fruits from the forest next to the village, the sun has just started to set and rain clouds gather on the horizon

you squint at the storm brewing in the distance, thankful that you decided to have the sixth sense to leave the forest early today

as you walk back to your cottage, you pass by a new traveling caravan and a man passed out on the ground next to it, bruised, bloody, and beaten

you look around, no one seems to be paying the man any mind, but your heart aches at the sight of bruises blooming along the sites of exposed skin on his torn clothes and blood seeping into his clothing

you can’t do this, you’re already low on supplies and food in forest has been scarce to find these days

but…

you curse at yourself and drag yourself over to the man to help him out

he seems to be old, but the fading make-up along with the way the beard half hangs off his face tells you he was actually quite young underneath all that guise, and you wonder what the hell you’re getting yourself into

you close up his caravan for him and grab onto his shoulders so you can carry him back to your place

he can barely walk, but you’re surprised to find you can carry him quite well

but it makes sense when you strip off his clothes to assess the damage and find you can see his rib cage poking through the skin

you place your fruits on the ground next to the counters and go wet a rag from a pail of water you already have in the cottage

you clean his wounds carefully and gingerly, using your limited medicinal knowledge you learned from your parents to crush herbs and apply them to his body

you press the back of your hand against his forehead and find it unnaturally warm, and so you start up a hot soup with vegetables and lay a cool rag on him

you help him eat the broth, and well, not to pat yourself on the back, but you think you did a pretty good job patching up the man

however, he is taking up your bed, and so you wrap yourself up in an extra sweater and fall asleep in the dining room chair, falling asleep quickly

Shang Tsung wakes up with a start, heart pounding as he wonders where he is

he groans and places a hand to his broken ribs but finds it wrapped and covered in a finely-made medicinal-smelling herb

he spots you sleeping in an old kitchen chair, jacket fallen to the floor, arms crossed, head tilted down and drool slightly seeping out of your mouth as you sleep

he wants to know who you are, but he has to get moving, to go check his wares and go to the next town before the village people beat him senseless again

he sits up, sucking in a pained breath as his head pounds and his ribs ache

you startle in the corner, jumping up and rubbing at your eyes as you mumble saying that you’re up you’re up, no need to get the ice water

but you quickly recover from your dream and spot Shang Tsung in the corner and rush over to him to push him back down on your bed

you berate him, telling him that he must get his rest, that you locked up his little caravan so everything inside is safe, and that he should really be laying back down

Shang Tsung is slightly bewildered at your kindness but lays back down dutifully and watches you walk around the small home in a hurried fashion as you grab a small container and a small pail of water

you wash away the old salve and apply new ones to his wounds, and you pour him a glass of water from a glass jug of drinking water that you have

you tell him to rest, that you have some scrolls right next to the bed for him to read if he gets bored, but you need to gather your fruit and make your wares

you wave at him goodbye and leave but not before shooting him a glare and telling him to get some more rest

the routine repeats itself for a month as he heals from his broken ribs and slashes, and Shang Tsung learns about you at his time in your home

he learns that you make jams and jellies, collecting fruit from the nearby forests and crushing the fruits with your hands and storing them in containers

he learns that you love children and give them free fruits from your basket that you had spent hours picking

he learns that you’re struggling for money right now because no one has the money to buy a luxury like jam or fresh fruits, but you can’t lower the prices either because your home is falling apart and repairs are expensive

and you can’t quit now, your family came from making jams and jellies and selling fresh fruits, and you are too stubborn to give up the family tradition

he helps you around the house when you’re here, washing the fruits and helping you crush them up with his hands

he tells you stories of his travels and you quip with him about his stories, telling him that maybe he shouldn’t be selling sham potions

strangely enough, he doesn’t feel the need to defend his position around you

you feed him food, keep the home warm, make him laugh

he even remembers on one notable occasion that you had bought him a new shirt despite your financial struggles, and when he learned the price, he almost had you return it

with every passing day, he feels himself growing more and more obsessed with you, with your kindness, your laughter, your smile, everything about you

you’re the first person to have shown him kindness in the centuries since he first started learning sorcery, and now that he’s finally felt a glimpse of warmness, he wants to be consumed by the heat

whenever you leave to collect fruits, he raids your dresser, finding your panties and pulling down his pants to reveal his aching cock

he wraps your panties around him and spreads his pre-cum along the shaft as he imagines that it’s your sweet mouth instead

he thinks you would look so pretty on your knees, sucking on his cock and whining and needy for him to please you, to fuck you

you would have tears dripping down your face, and you would rub your thighs together, desperate for any type of friction

he wonders whether or not you would be able to take his entire cock in his throat or if he would have to train your throat to do so

he wonders how soft your skin is underneath your clothes, and he wonders how wet and warm your pussy would be around his cock

he thinks you’d make the prettiest sounds, all fucked-out and whiny as you beg him for more as he teases you with feather light touches

he wants to cover you up in his marks, bite you and claim you as his and keep you away from prying eyes

Shang Tsung groans as he pumps at his cock faster, cumming into your panties with a loud moan, and his chest heaves as he tries to calm himself

he hides the shameful act, washing your panties and drying them quickly before folding it neatly and stuffing it back into your drawer

he watches you as you walk around the house, cutting up vegetables and walking between the table and the stirring pot, unaware that the strings on your clothing are loosening to reveal the dip between your chest

and he can barely contain himself as he imagines sucking at your chest and teasing your nipples sore and swollen

when he finally convinces you to sleep on the bed with him, saying that you can’t be comfortable sleeping on that rickety old chair, he waits for you to fall asleep before turning to look at your features traced by the soft moonlight

he wonders how you would react if he tied you down to the bed and settle in between your legs to awake you

he wonders if you would scream and cry or whimper and whine for him to make you cum

he reads every single scroll you have, and one day he finds your diary tucked in a hidden place underneath your bed

he reads through it, learns every dirty little secret you have, every single thing you like and every single thing you hate

when you finally bring him out into the village, he sees the way the other people in the village stare at you, your chest, your legs, your waist, your hips, and he wants to hide you away just for himself

or he wants to kill them instead, he can’t decide

one night, you’re late arriving home, and Damashi approaches him with an offer he can't refuse

Shang Tsung can become the most powerful sorcerer in all of the realms, and he can have you all to himself

finally, on a rainy day, he waves goodbye to you and starts his studies underneath Damashi

and months later, when Shang Tsung’s powerful and in the high courts, he travels back in the stealth of the night and whisks you away

you wake up with a collar on your neck and body stripped bare of clothing

you see Shang Tsung, but the crazed look in his eye tells you all you need to know

he finally has you all to himself, and when he drags you closer to him by the collar around your neck, Shang Tsung knows he’ll never let go now

[koisuko]

Pov: You are a cat

how the mk1 characters react to you as a stray cat, one with an oddly familiar/fitting name

part 2, part 3, part 4, bonus

ft: Liu Kang, Shang Tsung, Raiden, Kung Lao

TW: none, fluffy cute stuff, gn, just a lil kitty, I love cats and thought why not

Liu Kang

Liu Kang's surprise was palpable as he entered his quarters and laid eyes on an unfamiliar feline that was playfully swatting at the stringy fabric of a cushion. A warm, gentle smile graced his features as he kneeled down to the cat's level, captivated by its playful antics.

"Hey there, little one. Are you lost?" he inquired with a soft, soothing tone. You, seemingly unperturbed by his presence, turned your attention to the glowing-eyed man before you. Your head tilted curiously, and a soft meow escaped from your mouth. Your ears flicked slightly as you observed Liu Kang in front of you, displaying an unexpected level of comfort around the fire god.

Liu Kang couldn't resist the urge to reach out and gently caress the cat's head. His hands, warm and comforting, ran through the soft, bicolored fur. The cat leaned into his pets, emitting a contented purr and rubbing against his leg. This heartwarming interaction brought a smile to Liu Kang's lips, and he decided to scoop the feline into his arms.

As he held the cat, his eyes caught a glint of metal reflecting in the ambient light, coming from a collar around the feline's neck. Liu Kang couldn't contain his curiosity and muttered to himself, "What's this?" With careful attention, he examined the collar, which bore a name engraved on it: 'Kitana.' His eyes widened slightly in recognition, and his smile grew even warmer. "A lovely name, Kitana," he said affectionately, holding the feline closer to his chest.

Shang Tsung

The unexpected presence of a random cat in his laboratory gave him quite the surprise. His curiosity was piqued, and he initially pondered what experiments he could conduct with this unexpected test subject. However, as he observed your lithe and efficient movements in keeping his lab free of rodents, his original intentions began to waver.

Approaching you slowly, he scooped you up under your arms and took a moment to examine you. A sly smirk formed on his face, revealing a dimple. You responded with a soft, unbothered meow as he regarded you. "Well, aren't you a surprise," he quipped.

“I suppose you could be of use,” he stated as he carried you over to his desk and gently placed you down. He ran his fingers through your sleek black fur, his demeanor softening. As you sat facing him, your tail curled comfortably around you. It was then that he noticed a small metal object dangling from the collar around your neck.

"Hmm, and what might this be?" he inquired smoothly, lifting the metal with his fingers to examine it closely. Engraved on the metal, he read the word 'Soul.' You trilled softly in response to his scrutiny, and he couldn't help but smile. "Soul, a fitting name, little rat killer," he said with a smirk as he continued to pet your head.

Raiden

Raiden, known for his affinity for animals, was delighted to see a small white cat bounding over to him, its tail held high in the shape of a question mark. While it wasn't uncommon to spot a cat here and there in the village, this one seemed to visit more frequently. He couldn't help but wonder if it had a home. Kneeling down as you approached, he greeted you with a warm smile, "Hello, little one." His hand moved to pat your head as you leaned into his touch, radiating happiness.

Your playful antics caught his attention as you fixated on a stray shoelace, crouching low and wiggling your body in preparation to pounce. The shoelace didn't stand a chance as you leaped at it, swatting it around with your paws and occasionally giving it a playful nip. Raiden couldn't help but chuckle at your enthusiasm, saying, "Well, aren't you a playful one."

Scooping you up gently, your upper half rested on his shoulder, and you playfully swatted at his hat. A soft jingling sound reached his ears, indicating a bell around your neck. Out of curiosity, he held you in front of him, noticing a small metal piece next to the bell. Upon closer inspection, he read the word 'Storm' engraved on the metal. "Storm, hm?" he mused, and you chirped in response while purring in his grasp. "A very fitting name, little storm," he commented with a smile, holding you close to his chest as you played with the collar of his shirt.

He decided that he wouldn't mind having some company on his tasks. Together, you walked through the village, forging a heartwarming bond.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao and his best friend Raiden were seated at a table in Madam Bo's tea house, savoring the delicious dishes spread before them. Kung Lao dug into his food with enthusiasm, while Raiden ate at a slower, more composed pace. Suddenly, he felt a peculiar sensation on his leg, originating from beneath the table. Pausing mid-bite, he scooted back in his seat and peered down to discover a small ginger tabby, rubbing affectionately against his leg, a soft purr resonating from its chest.

His confusion transformed into a warm smile, revealing his signature dimples. "Where'd you come from, little fella?" he wondered aloud. In response, you let out a rather loud meow and leaped into his lap. "Woah, hello there," Kung Lao chuckled, his hand moving to gently stroke your head. His gaze then shifted to the chicken leg in his hand. Breaking off a small piece, he extended it toward you, "Hungry?" Without hesitation, you snatched the treat from his hand, devouring it with the same enthusiasm he displayed for his own meals. After finishing, you gave your mouth a satisfied lick, and Kung Lao couldn't help but laugh. "Guess that answers my question," he remarked, continuing to pet your head.

You responded with more meows, trills, and chirps, “well aren’t you a talker.” Kung Lao's finger then caught on the collar around your neck, prompting his curiosity. Upon closer examination, he spotted a small name tag at the front, reading 'Shaolin.' His eyes widened in surprise. "Shaolin? What a coincidence, I'm a Shaolin Master myself," he proudly declared, feeling a strong connection with his new feline friend. Once again, you chirped in response and nuzzled into his chest for warmth. Kung Lao couldn't contain his affection and wrapped his arms around your small form. "Adorable, a little Shaolin," he said with a heartwarming smile, holding you close to his chest as he continued his meal.