SatanSam

Hi, the name's Satan or Sam,He/Him, I'm a writer from Ao3 under the same name. As most writers, I procrastinate most of the time. (SatanSamArt is my main account.)

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Updates  : Info on my Hiatus

Hey guys, it’s been months since I’ve written something here and I want to apologize for the lack of response. 

First thing first, I have not forgotten about the request. Some of them are half written already and I plan on finishing them one day.  

This is where it gets complicated. I don’t want to go into details but a lot has happened to me in real life which by consequence made me lose my motivation to write. I’ve been struggling financially and as much as I would love to keep writing for you guys, writing won’t help bring food to the table. 

I hope you guys can understand and are willing to stick around until I get back, because yes I do plan to get back one day. 

If not, I just want to say thank you for indulging me in my passion for writing. When I started doing the requests, I wasn’t sure if people would actually enjoy my writing and ask me for prompts. I was glad to see how wrong I was and it made me super happy to see so many people enjoy my post. Thank you. 

Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. See you guys soon, hopefully.

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Real quick, fave Mortal Kombat fatality?

I don't really have a fave fatality, I find them all cool in their own twisted ways, but I'm a sucker for the Mk11 friendships. The first time I saw those, I couldn't stop laughing. It's so out of place, it made me love them even more.

My favs are Fujin's

Seeing this grown ass God having fun with a kite and struggling against it is just simply amazing. The happy noises he makes is also very adorable.

And Kung Lao.

I mean, do I need to say more? He's making train sound while playing with the train.

I'm curious though, what are you guys fav fatality/friendship/brutality?

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Mk characters joining s/o in the shower (Non sexual)

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Characters : Fujin and Kuai Liang

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Hello lovelies!

I do apologies for my absence, I've been quite busy this past few months. I've finally managed to find something to help me monetarily!

Anyway, as promised, here's another draft of a headcanon/story that's been collecting dust in my docs. I'm not sure it's good but I do hope you guys still enjoy reading this.

Disclaimer: Since its a draft I didn't really re-read myself so there might be more mistakes than usual. I do apologies for them.

Fujin 

(Losing a sibling in battle)

Losing a sibling in the battle

Fujin waited for you and your squad to return from a mission 

Perks up when he sees the portal open

However, when he's unable to see you amongst the returning soldiers, he gets a bit worried.

Seeing General Cage nearby, he walked up to her.

Fatigue and worry were plastered on her face. 

"Greetings General."

"Lord Fujin" 

The sadness in her voice couldn't go unnoticed.

But Fujin stayed calm. It wouldn’t do him good if he panicked.

"Where's (y/n) ?"

Fujin learns that you'd fled somewhere as soon as you passed the portal. 

Before leaving to search for you, Sonia warned Fujin.

During the battle, you watched your sibling die and couldn't save them

Hearing this, Fujin left Sonia and went to look for you.

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Fujin tried his hardest to appear calm and collected as he walked towards (Y/n)’s private quarters. Of course upon arriving there, he knew the door would be locked. A habit they tended to have whenever they felt overwhelmed. A part of Fujin wished they would seek him instead of isolating themselves to deal with everything on their own. It pained him knowing they’d prefer to suffer in silence, fearing to be a bother to anyone else.

For the first time, Fujin hesitated. The greyish colour of the door staring back at him as if mocking his uncertainty. When his knocking went unanswered, Fujin sighed. His needs to make sure they were alright, took control of him. He’d prefer his partner to be mad at him for barging in then leaving them on their own. Unlocking the door was a mere child’s play for the god who used his ability against the lock.

Steam filled the room as the sound of running water could be heard coming from the bathroom. Making sure the door was locked once more, Fujin made his way toward the sound. The sight that fell upon his eyes nearly shattered him. A messy pile of clothes and tactical gear were scattered across the floor, like one would have removed their clothes had they been set on fire. The shower curtain had been ripped open in a hurry, leaving some of its hinges hanging loosely in the air. (Y/n) was sitting underneath the shower spray, head between their knees. Despite the warm water dripping across their body, (Y/n) was shivering, their shoulders rocking in tandems with the soft whimpers escaping their lips. The wind god gently kneeled in front of them. In a matter of time, Fujin was soaked but he couldn’t care less at that moment.

Placing a careful hand on their arm, Fujin watched as (y/n) startled upon contact but relaxed once their eyes met. Fresh tears fell from their bloodshot eyes. No words left their mouths, their eyes speaking for them. Just as carefully, Fujin brought them into his arms, their naked body crashing against his fully clothed one. (Y/n)’s arms wrapped around his waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if holding on for dear life. Head hidden in the crooked of his neck,(Y/n) wept in silence occasionally letting a small whimper escape their lips. Fujin rocked them gently while rubbing soothing patterns on their back. Reassuring words whispered into the crown of their head. At that moment, nothing mattered more for the wind god than giving his partner the comfort they needed, to be the anchor in the sea of sorrow.

Later, when the water turned cold and the whimpers were scarce, Fujin turned off the faucet and, using the wind, brought a towel to wrap around them. At one point, Fujin left to grab a fresh pair of clothes, promising to come back as quickly as he left.

Tucked underneath tin military sheets, their body safely wrapped around two strong arms, (Y/n) let their eyes drift close. In the quietness of the room, Fujin spoke.

"There is no rush to move on, for you to grieve , no matter what the military might expect of you." Tightening his hold on (Y/n), Fujin pressed a soft kiss on their forehead.

"But know this, however long you take and every step of the way, I will be by your side whenever you need me."

Kuai Liang

(Feeling worthless)

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Feeling worthless 

The training at the Lin Kuei temple was a harsh one.

It was difficult both physically and oftentimes mentally.

Add to that the cold environment and you had the perfect condition to feel demoralised rather quickly.

You were training among other Lin Kuei students one snowy day.

No matter what you did,  you kept eating snow. 

Cuts and bruises painted your body

You tried your hardest to fight against your opponent but it always ended up the same.

Once the training finished, you bowed politely at your adversary while trying your best not to show how hurt you were.

The walk back to your room felt much longer than usual.

You had a small hope that you could hide your failure from your partner.

After all, it wouldn't do good for the Grandmaster's reputation to have a partner failing in training.

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Footsteps echoed in the quiet corridors of the Lin Kuei temple.Having just finished his business for the day, Kuai Liang walked in the direction of his shared bedroom. Thoughts of a warm shower in the back of his mind.

Upon arriving at his destination and stepping inside, the grandmaster frowned.The lights were closed, all except the one coming from the adjacent bathroom. Sounds of running water filled the otherwise completely silent room.

The grandmaster took his time undressing, neatly folding his clothing into a pile on the bed. Once only his underwear remained, he walked into the bathroom.

The room was smaller compared to the bedroom. A double sinks counter adorned the left wall alongside a giant mirror. On the right was the shower and further down the toilet. The shower was big enough for two adults to stand next to each other. Which worked for Kuai since said shower was already occupied by his partner.

(Y/n) was standing beneath the hot spray, one hand placed on the wall as if to keep them from falling down. They seemed oblivious of Kuai's presence, too engrossed in their own mind.

Taking off his underwear, the cryomancer entered. Carefully placing a hand between (y/n)'s shoulder blades, Kuai tried to hide the smile as he felt them startled.

"You're back."

Slowly turning to face him, Kuai Liang took notes of every single bruise on their body. His hand traces over the fresh cuts, sliding gently to another once he was finished mapping the previous one.

" I had hoped you wouldn't see them." Puzzled eyes searched for (y/n)'s ones.

"What troubles you, my love?"

(Y/n) refused to look at Kuai, feeling ashamed of their failure.Doubt clawing at the back of their mind alongside a nasty feeling inside their stomach. Silence settled between the two as Kuai waited for his love to voice their worries. Eyes observing the closed face of his partner unnerved him.It was rare for (Y/n) to close themselves around him, to try and hide whatever was plaguing their mind.

Eventually, (Y/n) glanced his way. Seeing the worry in the cryomancer's eyes and feeling the tender touch of his hand on their chest, (Y/n) sighed.

" I failed the training. Couldn't even land a hit on them. I-" Leaning against the back wall, away from the falling water and Kuai’s gentle touch. In an attempt to soothe themselves, (Y/n) crossed their arms, wincing. "What would people think of you, if I keep losing fights?"

Kuai frowned at his partner's words. The grandmaster couldn’t care less about what others would think of him. Kuai could see the worry in his partner’s eyes, the way their failure was affecting them.Moving so he could place his hands on (y/n) waist, Kuai wanted nothing more than to remove that expression from his lover’s face.

"The Lin Kuei will never think lowly of you even if you fail some training."

Kuai brought his lips to their jaw and kissed the dark bruises alongside it. He felt them shivered as he left a trail of kisses down their neck, making sure to kiss every single bruise. The grandmaster went back to their lips after a while, making sure to show his love for his partner as they kissed slowly.

" I will never think lowly of you, no matter what." He said as he leaned his forehead against theirs. Holding their body against his, avoiding the bruised part as much as possible, Kuai Liang tried to convey how much he cared deeply for them. How his feelings would never change in that regard. Every time (Y/n) attempted to argue against that, the cryomancer would kiss them, refusing to hear his partner think for a second that they weren’t worthy of being with him.

“My love for you is unconditional and nothing would change that.”

The grandmaster knew that their insecurity wouldn’t leave so easily. The burden of being his partner, always present on their shoulders. But Kuai wouldn’t let them wallow in it, to be crushed by their dark thoughts of being a failure.He made a vow that night, to help (Y/n) conquer over these walls they placed around themselves.

In the nights that followed, Kuai would guide (Y/n), passing his knowledge of fighting to them. Until one day, (Y/n) perseverance would bear fruit. Kuai Liang would be there to see it, to see his partner win against their opponent. The proud smile on their face as they glanced his way would be worth more than any treasures on earth.

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What if (Gn)Reader was a titan

Hello there! It's been a while since I post an actual story hasn't it.

I'll keep this intro short. I mentioned in an previous ask that I would bring out old draft that have been sitting in my folders for a long time. Mind you, those draft are mostly unfinished stories that will probably remain unfinished and unpolished.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this one!

Pairings : None

Warnings : Gore and blood.

Disclaimer : Like always, english ain't my native language so there might be mistakes ahead.

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Void like eyes observed the battle raging below in the centre of the arena. Blood now stained the once-golden sands as tarkatian, Shao Kah's followers, outworlders and earthreamlers fought one another. 

Whistling in astonishment when an earthrealmer decapitated their opponent without mercy, the stranger leaned forward. They were engrossed in this chaotic fight. Truly, the peak of entertainment.

“It has been a while since you left the depth of your realm.”

Glancing to their left, the stranger frowned. To think they were having fun until this woman decided to show up. Real kill joy that one.

“Kronika”

Their voice was devoid of any emotion. For all they could not stand the titan of time. Her delusion of making a new era was fairly boring, to say the least. It lacked imagination.

“What brings you out?”

Scoffing, the stranger redirected their attention to the bloodshed. Earthrealmers were quite fascinating.They fought with perseverance and vigour and yet still had the time to smile and make banter. 

Feeling the Titan moved beside them, they groaned, visibly annoyed by the other’s presence. 

“Seriously, Kronika, you decide to mess with the timelines and go on a rampage to get rid of the Thunder God and you expect me not to show up?”

Standing up from their seat, the stranger gave one last glance toward the titan before jumping over the railing.

The sand scattered beneath their feet. Nearby foes stopped and stared at the newcomer. (Y/n) grinned at them. They'll need to be careful not to kill the earthrealmers and their allies. 

" Seeing you fail Kronika will be delightful," They mumbled under their breath. Producing a variety of weapons from their body, they killed their way to the centre, a goal in mind.

Distracted by the opponent in front of her, Kitana failed to notice the tarkanian creeping behind her. As the creature lunged toward her, a loud  ringing sound echoed, startling the empress. Turning just in time to watch the tarkanian fall dead on the ground, a giant hole in their head, Kitana locked eyes with pitch-black ones. 

“Miss Kitana, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The stranger said while pumping the shotgun with one hand before shooting an incoming tarkanian.

“And you are?”

Taking turns in protecting the other from incoming enemies, the stranger laughed.

“Oh my, do apologize for my bad manners, it’s been a while since I’ve come out of the void.” Bowing elegantly, the stranger grinned at Kitana. “ (Y/n), titan of chaos at your service!”

(Y/n) could feel the burning eyes of Kronika, still perched on the bleachers. Perhaps she thought they would have joined forces with her. Maybe she could have offered something for them in her new era. But (Y/n) did not care for such things. What they wanted was to anger the other titan. To see her fail miserably. Besides, it would cause more chaos this way. 

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Bodies littered the stadium ground. Some heavily dismembered with limbs so far apart no one was sure to whom they truly belonged. Outworlders searched the place in hope of finding survivors. Among the searchers (Y/n) stood observing with morbid fascination the corpses before them. Putrid and metallic smell invaded their nostril with every breath they took, it was almost intoxicating, arousing. Clenching their fists, they revelled in the electrifying sensation coursing through them. Strength thought to be long gone slowly resurfacing. 

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this is like Jesus (ironic) coming back to life…welcome back

Next step, turn water into wine !

Glad to be back not gonna lie, although can't say I'll be as active as I was before but I can try to pop in from time to time.

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hey just checking in, how are you ? how’s things? i hope your christmas and new year went well and things are getting better for you! :))

Hi there anon, I'm touched you decided to check in.

I've had a nice holiday and I hope you did too!

As for how I'm doing, it could be worst but it definitely could be better. I'm still looking for a new job. I'm sure I'll find something eventually. Even after a full year of trying...

On another note, I may or may not dig out unfinished drafts of Mk stories I have in my folders to keep the blog alive. Ya know so people don't think I died or something 😅.

Anyway, thanks again for checking in, hope you have a lovely day/night.

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Mk interaction with reader

Fujin edition

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Silly things I wrote when I couldn't sleep. Since it's taking me longer to respond to the ask, with the holidays and whatnot, I thought why not share this.

Also, happy new years! I hope everyone will have an amazing year filled with good moments.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) : " I told Raiden you were a thief "

Fujin, surprised : "Oh and why the accusations?"

(Y/n), smirking : " Because everytime we meet you keep stealing my breath away~"

★★★★★

(Y/n) : "Let's make this Kombat more challenging shall we?"

Fujin, cocking his head : " And what are you proposing?"

(Y/n) : "The loser buys diner"

★★★★★★

Fujin : "I heard you had a new nickname for me?"

(Y/n) : "Yes my little moulin à vent"

Fujin : (laughs)

★★★★★★★

(Y/n) : "We meet again Windy the Pooh"

Fujin : " Your creativity never ceases to amaze me."

(Y/n) : " Oh you haven't heard the end of this, Mistral."

★★★★★★★

Fujin : "You’ve been awfully smiling this past time, is there a reason?"

(Y/n) : "Johnny mentioned something about the wind blowing, and it got me thinking…"

Fujin smirking:" Of course you would, little breeze."

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Fujin : " You've skipped training again."

(Y/n) : "How did you know??"

Fujin : "The wind told me."

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I don't know if i've asked this, but do you do ships or is it strictly with reader

Hi there anon I hope you are doing great!

I would be open for ship requests if people ask for it!

Although the rules change a little.

What I won't write stays slightly the same as the x reader one with the addition of some AU, if people ever want to ask for those.

The AU's I don't accept are the following ;

- School AU aka Highschool, College or University

- Modern Au ( aka without magic)

- A/B/O

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About the ship you can request. I have my own ship I ship in Mortal Kombat. Mostly subscorp. However, I'm open to any ships whether it's a popular one or not.

Again specify in the ask if you want headcanons or a fic.

I think that's all for the rules. If I forgot something, just ask anyway.

Hope that helps!

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Okay okay listen... reiko and shao with outworld soldier m!reader nsfw where they are rewarding him iykwim😏

NSFW SHAO + REIKO REWARDING SOLDIERM!READER

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Hiya! I hope I did your prompt justice and that you'll enjoy this sinful fic~

Warning: Sexual content/Heavy detailed sex scenes, don't read if you're under 18.

Disclaimer: English ain't my native language, so there might be mistakes in this, I apologized for them

Biting hard on his lips, (Y/n) tried his hardest to prevent the little whimpers from escaping. Obscene noises filled his ears, making him briefly wonder if passerby outside could hear what was happening inside. Muffling yet another moan, (Y/n)’s action seemed to displease the man sitting behind. One of the two strong arms wrapped around his waist moved to his jaw. 

“Let us hear your voice, soldier.” 

His general whispered in his ear before sinking his teeth in the exposed part of his neck. Unable to resist an order, (Y/n) moaned from the pain. The sound earned him a few eager licks from the man between his legs. 

Never in all of his life serving general Shao, would he have imagined himself in a situation like this. Trapped between his general, who was thrusting oh so painstakingly slowly, and the second in command laying in between his legs with his mouth eagerly sucking on his dick. 

Through a hazed mind, (Y/n) tried to recall how exactly he had ended up like this. 

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Having just come back from an intense battle against a rebellious group, (Y/n) had marched toward his general quarters, disregarding his battered body and still bleeding wounds. He could deal with those later, after he had announced his victory to his general. Upon entering the room, (Y/n) noticed the presence of Reiko but paid him no mind. After all, the man was the second in command which would explain why he was standing there and not out in the field. Or so the soldier thought. 

“The rebels are no more, General.” (Y/n) exclaimed while bowing as much as he could without worsening his injuries. 

When he looked back, a shiver ran down his spine. The men’s eyes were glued to him, filled with a certain hunger (Y/n) couldn’t quite understand yet. 

“Well done, soldier.”

General Shao smirked, which was unusually for the otherwise stoic man. Reiko had the same expression on his face. (Y/n) felt his body heat up from the attention but blamed it on his wound and not on him enjoying this.

“Get your wounds checked up and, after cleaning yourself, come back to my quarters.” The tall man ordered, before leaning forward on his desk. “A big victory deserves a big reward, don’t you agree?”

(Y/n) would have never guessed that, hours later after healing his wounds and cleaning up, he would end up having intercourse with the two.

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Back pressed against Shao’s chest, (Y/n) involuntarily clenched around the shaft deeply seated inside him. The general groaned from the pleasure it gave him.The heels of (Y/n)’s feet pushed against Reiko’s back in a silent plea for more. However, Reiko kept on leisurely sucking his dick and only responded to the push by squeezing the thighs on his shoulder. 

This wasn't a reward, the soldier thought. This was torture. Whenever he would reach his breaking point, the two would stop their movement. Preventing (Y/n) from climaxing. Trying to reach it on his own would only end up with them waiting longer before moving again. It was after the third time where his orgasm was denied that he finally understood. He was at the complet mercy of Shao and Reiko. 

Turning his head as best as he could toward Shao, (Y/n) stared at his lips. 

“Speak your mind, soldier.”

For a few seconds, only the slurping sound from Reiko’s mouth could be heard inside the room. 

“Permission to ask for a kiss, s-sir?”

Humming as if he was thinking, Shao shoved two of his large fingers inside the soldier’s mouth. Reiko moaned around (Y/n) cock, his eyes glued toward the sinful display. Drool dripped down the side of the soldier’s chin as the fingers relentlessly moved inside his mouth. With his mind occupied on the fingers, (Y/n) failed to notice the missing warmth around his dick. That and the quiet discussion between the two men. Eyes clouded with lust, (Y/n) let out a small yelp when the two fingers were abruptly removed only to be replaced by Reiko’s lips. Tasting his own precum as he feverishly kissed the other man was not something (Y/n) thought he would enjoy as much as he was right now. 

Wet fingers pressed against his entrance making the soldier gasped.The burning sensation of being stretched even further brought tears to his eyes. Before the man could voice the uncomfort, Reiko latched their lips together. One of his hands slid over (Y/n) chest, squeezing the sensible nipples on its way down. Burning sensation was soon replaced by pleasure as Reiko pumped his cock with vigour. It stayed like this for a little while, with either Reiko or Shao taking turns ravaging the soldier’s mouth to keep his mind off the unpleasant feelings. However, no amount of distraction could have prepared the man for the agonising pain he felt once Reiko entered him. 

 (Y/n) felt like his insides were about to burst. The first few thrust made his toes curl. Reiko was definitely bigger than Shao’s fingers. Overwhelmed by pleasure and pain, (Y/n) couldn’t concentrate on what was happening. His head leaned back on Shao’s broad shoulder, exposing his throat for the two others.The room was filled with his gasping and moaning. 

“Good boy~” 

Shao breathed near his ear, his teeth scraping against the lobe. A few harsh trust against (Y/n)’s prostate and the soldier was seeing stars. His mind went blank as came, painting both his and Reiko’s chest with white streaks. The two men followed soon after, but (Y/n)’s was too out of it to even notice. Lost in the bliss of his orgasm. 

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Two days passed by after being rewarded. After passing out from exhaustion, (Y/n) had woken up back in his private quarters with a sore bottom. He couldn’t walk for a day due to the pain in his lower half. However, during that time (Y/n) thought only of one thing.What kind of reward would he get next.   

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I was wondering if I could ask for Mileena (MK11) with a reader who's from earth but inst scared by her and thinks her teeth are really cool?

It's okay if not, have a good day! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

MK11 Mileena with GN!reader

Hi there! I hope you are also having a good day!

Since Mileena isn't really part of MK11 storyline, I made up something. Hopefully, it does your prompt justice.

Disclaimer : English ain't my native language so there might be mistakes ahead. I apologises for them and will try my best to correct them if I see them.

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No matter where their eyes lingered, darkness filled their sight.The disorienting place was to be their prison, where they would be trapped forever. Or so the Titan of time said. Back pressed on the solid ground, they stared at what they could only assume was the sky. If you could define black nothingless as such.

Nearby, voices changed from small  whispers to unnecessarily loud shouts. Turning their head toward the sound, (Y/n) observed the scene. Two duos faced each other, both sides had their weapon drawn as more shouting spilled from their lips. A sorcerer and a princess of Outworld stood on one side while the god of wind and a matoka’s warrior stood on the other. 

Even since arriving in this endless prison, the four of them have been on eachother throat. Much to (Y/n) annoyance. However, the constant fight proved to be the only source of entertainment they could find. 

Green magic shattered into tiny sparks upon impact with the ground. Some went as far as to reach the observer. Strong winds gathered around the god and even from their spot away from the fight, (Y/n) had to shield their eyes from the gust. No matter the distance they seemed to take from the ongoing battle, they would fall victim to some of the attacks. Even if they themselves weren't the desired target. 

An arrow meant for the sorcerer ending its course inside (Y/n) thighs. Burst of green flames thrown toward the matoka’s warriors only to hit them in the back. What made the situation more infuriating was the lack of awareness from the kombatant. Not once did they notice the repercussion of their actions. 

Screams followed by metal screeching against each other echoed into the void, forcing (Y/n) out of their thoughts.Mere seconds later, a body flew through the air and ended its course near them, in what must have been a painful landing. Blinking away the surprise, (Y/n) peeked to their left, their eyes meeting reptilian ones. The princess laid on the ground, a gushing wound on her chest. 

Reluctantly, (Y/n) stood up.They were used to this by now. A fight would break up between the four and one or more would end up injured, that included themselves as well. Being a simple earthrealmer without any fighting abilities, (Y/n) always preferred to stay out of fights. Don’t get them wrong, (Y/n) knew how to fight well enough but their ability was more defensive than offensive.Thus making them not particularly fond of kombat.

Feeling the pain of their sore muscles as they approached the princess, (Y/n) wished they could escape this endless place. 

The princess sneered at them, showing her pointy teeth. She tried to hurt them as they crouched beside her but the amount of blood she had lost made her weak. Without paying much attention to what was happening behind, (Y/n) took hold of the Sai in her bloodied hand.Threats spilled out of her mouth but they paid it no mind. With how injured the princess was, there was nothing she could do to prevent them from whatever they were doing. Slashing the palm of their hand, (Y/n) let their blood drip over the wound. Mileena’s eyes were glued to her wound as it mended back together.

No words of gratitude were given afterwards. Not that they expected some. The slash on their hand had closed, leaving only a smear of red behind. Mileena stared at them cautiously, perhaps she did not understand the kindness of the earthrealmer or the reason why someone like them would help someone like her. 

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Amidst the vast openness of their prison, (Y/n) indulged themselves in their favourite pastime. Meaning, they laid on the cold hard ground, wondering how much time had passed since their arrival. Had it been days? Or weeks? Maybe months? There was no way to know, no way to tell if it was night or day or how many hours had gone by. (Y/n) hated how quiet it would become whenever the others stopped fighting. Shang Tsung would go back to pacing around, lost in his own thoughts. Fujin and Nightwolf would sit together, oftentimes conversing in low volume. As for Mileena, she preferred to keep to herself. 

This time around was no different. Except for the princess who now stood on their left side. She seemed uncomfortable standing there.Straightening up, (Y/n) waited for the princess. 

“Why?”

Despite her intimidating mouth filled with sharp teeth and her imposing piercing eyes, (Y/n) couldn’t help but find her beautiful. 

“You need to be more precise, your highness.”

She sneered at them, her Sai in hands. 

“Why did you help me?”

A question not unfamiliar to their ears. As saddening as those words were, (Y/n) tried their best to remain stoic. They wonder if the princess truly thought of herself as unworthy of help. Perhaps she was simply not used to someone else offering help. Mileena grew impatient as the silence stretched between the two. Shrugging, (Y/n) offered her a courtesy smile.

“ Because I couldn't stand to watch you bleed out, especially  when I could do something to help.” 

Whether the answer pleased or displeased her, Mileena didn’t show it. Her eyes were glued to them, analysing each and every move they did. The weight of her gaze would make anyone falter underneath it but for (Y/n) the attention was welcomed. They could tell the princess wasn’t used to such kindness. Under dumbfounded eyes, the princess sat beside them. No conversation followed, both opting to appreciate the comforting silence over making awkward small talk. 

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Woken by the sound of an explosion, (Y/n) didn’t need to see to know what was happening. Stretching their sore muscles, they scanned the emptiness until their eyes landed on the battlefield. Shaking their head, (Y/n) observed from the sideline as usual. This time, their eyes tracked the movement of the princess, not once paying attention to the others. Even with her intimidating physique and aggressivity, Mileena fought with grace unparalleled by others. Every move seemed effortless, almost like memorised choreography. She was gorgeous. 

With their attention solely on Mileena, (Y/n) failed to notice the sorcerer missed spell. Green skulls pierced through the air, going straight toward them.Pain flared across their chest as the impact propelled them backward onto the solid ground. If only for a small fraction of time, the world plunged into quiet darkness. Something warm pressed against their chest, forcing them back into the moment. Laying on top of them was Mileena, her reptilian eyes fixed on their visage. Blood dripped from her back where (Y/n) presumed the spell must have hit. She had protected them using her own body as a shield. 

(Y/n) felt guilty. Because of their own carelessness, Mileena ended up badly injured. One arm on her shoulder, the earthrealmer silently asked for her to keep still. Moving would only aggravate the wound. Using their free hand, they reached for her discarded weapon until they could feel the sharp edge slice into their palm.

Mileena winced at the slight burning sensation of her healing wound.Unable to explain her own action in her head, the princess, once (Y/n) relished the hand on her shoulder, quickly moved away from the other. Despite her disgust toward Earthrealm, she couldn’t deny the growing curiosity and fondness toward (Y/n). Perhaps it was due to their unique ability. Or maybe it was the kindness they showed her seemingly unafraid of her deformation. No matter the reason, Mileena stayed by their side until they were able to move. Behind them, the fight continued as if nothing happened. 

“Thank you, your highness.”

Startled by their words, Mileena scoffed. 

“Don’t thank me, I’m just repaying you for what you did before.”

The smile they offered after her words brought an unknown feeling inside her chest. Something she would have to analyse later but for now, she allowed the strangeness to stay. If (Y/n) noticed the tiny smile she was wearing, they did not comment on it. Perhaps spending the rest of their life inside a void like prison with her by their side wasn’t bad afterall. 

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Would write headcannons on how Smoke, Kuai Liang and Bihan would treat you on their anniversary with g/n reader?

MK1 HC, How they are on their birthday with GN!reader

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Hiya anon, I know you only asked for how the boys would treat you on their birthday but I thought it'd be fun to see how they would also treat you on your birthday.

This is a short headcanon.

I hope I did your prompt justice!

Characters : Smoke, Kuai Liang, Bi-Han

Disclaimer : Enlgish ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologies for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

Smoke's birthday

Wouldn’t notice what day it is

Goes about his day as usual meaning he’d mostly be patrolling around and training. 

He’d be confused for a second when you wished him happy birthday.

Has to look on a calendar to confirm what day it is. 

He’d jokingly complain about being a year older.

If you ask him what he wants to do on his birthday, he would just shrug.

The Lin Kuei never did anything for  birthdays so Tomas doesn’t expect anything.

“Your presence is a gift in and of itself, I don’t need anything else.”

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(Y/n) would have none of it. Even if Tomas had affirmed them that he was fine with not having anything on his special day, that didn’t sit right with them. After a hard training, (Y/n) searched for the one person who knew Smoke better than them. 

“You're going to help me bake a cake.” They said to Scorpion once they found him meditating somewhere within the temple.

Surprisingly, the man agreed. 

Hours later, Smoke entered his room only to find the two of them waiting for him. A small cake laid on the table in between. Touched by the gesture, Smoke would smile, thanking whoever was up there for having met you.

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Your birthday 

Although this man didn’t care about his own birthday, it's the complete opposite with yours.

He remembers the date for a start.

He wouldn’t do something extravagant since again, the Lin Kuei usually didn’t do anything for birthdays.

However, you can expect to find flowers inside your room.

It's not much, but the gesture still makes you smile.

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Finished with training for the day, they walked back to their own room for a well earned shower. Upon entering the dark lit room, (Y/n) was surprised when the light opened by themselves. There in the middle of their room were Smoke and Scorpion. Tomas was holding a plate with sweet bread on it, candles placed on top.

“Sorry, that’s all we could get.” Smoke said sheepishly.

Blowing out the candles, they smiled at the two boys.

“It's perfect.”

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Kuai Liang's birthday

Much like smoke, this man doesn’t realise what day it is

Except, some of the other soldiers in the Lin Kuei would wish him a happy birthday.

One of them being you.

Give him a kiss and he’d melt all the snow around.

Saying something along the lines of you being the only gifts he needs.

Sadly, much like Tomas, this man focuses more on his duties for the clan than anything else. Even when it's his special day.

What he doesn’t know is that you and Smoke had made something for him.

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“Happy Birthday.” (Y/n) exclaimed in between chuckles. 

Kuai Liang was surprised to see (Y/n) waiting for him by his bedroom door. It was rather late into the night. Wondering why they were there, the pyromancer found himself being lead by the hand somewhere else.

Arriving at one of Scorpion’s favourite places within the temple, (Y/n) smirked. Stepping slightly to the side, they tried their best to look innocent. Suspicious about something, Kuai failed to notice the smoke pooling at his feet. In a blink of an eye, sweet frosting was smeared on his face. Scorpion glared daggers at Smoke, who had finished materialising. 

Scorpion eyed them both before taking some of the frosting with his fingers. Despite the best effort to look menacing, Kuai Liang was smiling.

“You better start running.” 

Your birthday

“I just want to mention, it was their idea.” Tomas said before evaporating into a puff of smoke.

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The moment you leave your room, two warm arms wrapped around your waist.

Wishing you a happy birthday, Kuai Liang would sadly have to leave you in order to complete his duty around the temple. 

Just like Smoke, this man would give you flowers.

I mean, the Lin Kuei temple is pretty isolated so there’s not much in terms of gifts.

Bi-han would silently judge his brother for caring about such a thing.

Watch out, Kuai Liang remembers what you’ve done on his birthday.

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“Happy birthday!” 

Finding a note inside their room asking them to meet in one of the Lin Kuei’s gardens, (Y/n) smiled. They haven't seen their partner for the entire day, since the man was always very busy. However, they suspected that Bi-Han, being the grumpy killjoy that he is, was behind this.

They did not think about what this simple note could mean. (Y/n) found out the hard way when, as they entered the garden, a cake was smeared on their face. 

Removing the frost blocking their eyes, (Y/n) stared at the two smirking boys. The cake was sweet, despite having been destroyed on their face. As laughter erupted inside the garden, (Y/n) could not have asked for a better birthday.

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Bi-Han's birthday

Oh boi.

This man would be grumpier than usual.

Would avoid anybody, even you.

He knows what day it is, that’s why he’d be this way.

Asking for the reason to Kuai would result in nothing.

Even his brother didn’t know why Bi-Han became this way on his birthday.

Good luck finding time to talk to him, he's busy being the Grandmaster.

The Lin Kuei did not celebrate birthdays

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Watching the cryomancer from afar, (Y/n) sighed. The man was giving everyone the cold shoulder. If Bi-Han wished to stay alone for the day, they would respect his wishes. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t make something for him. Determined, they left their spot. 

Late into the night, Bi-Han walked through empty halls, his footsteps echoing on the frozen stones. Once inside his room, the grandmaster frowned. Resting on his desk was a box. He could feel heat coming from the inside. Approaching the object carefully, Bi-Han opened it. Dumplings, somehow still warm, laid on a plate inside the box. A little card was placed on the side with two simple words on it.

Baking a cake was out of the question since the cryomancer despised sweets.

An idea eventually popped in their heads. Content with it, (Y/n) marched toward the kitchen. 

“Happy Birthday.”

Your Birthday.

Alone in his room, Bi-Han would eat his gift, the tiniest smile on his face.

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If you think this man would act differently on your birthday, you’d be wrong.

You don’t see him for the entire day.

He’s busy being the grandmaster, he doesn’t have time for frivolous thing such as this.

Well his cold attitude is just a front.

Don’t get me wrong, Bi-Han still thinks celebrating birthdays to be beneath him but he can see how it affects your mood when he remains the only one not wishing you happy birthday.

Kuai Liang confronts him about it but Bi-Han keeps his facade up. 

Unknown to both you and his brother, he did have a gift for you.

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“Open it.” Bi-Han cold voice was muffled by the mask he still wore.

Fresh out of the shower, (Y/n) laid peacefully on their bed, a book nestled in between their fingers.

Suddenly, someone knocked at their door, breaking their concentration. Opening the door, surprised flashed across their face as Bi-Han came to view. Worldessly, the grandmaster pushed something on their chest. Puzzled, (Y/n) glanced at the object now in their hand. It was wrapped clumsily with brownish paper. 

Not wanting to make the cryomancer wait, (Y/n) removed the wrapping to reveal a beautiful dagger. The silverish blade simmered under the light. The handle was a deep blue, almost the exact same shade as Bi-Han’s clothes. 

“I love it, thank you.” 

Humming, Bi-Han turned to leave. Peering over his shoulder, he wished them a happy birthday before walking away.

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Not sure if u write for kung jin but if u do could you do a fic for him (male reader) please😊

MK10 Kung Jin with M!Reader

Hiya Anon, I hope you enjoy this little one-shot.

Small cameo by the wind god Fujin.

Disclaimer : English ain't my native language. Mistakes ahead. I apologizes for them, I'm trying my best. Also, I'm not an archer. If I didn't use the correct terms for something, I'm sorry.

Enjoy!

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An arrow pierced through the air, ending its course with a quiet "tud" in the middle of the target. Lowering his bow, Kung Jin glanced toward the whistling on his right. His own bow in hand, (Y/n) gave the archer a playful smirk before taking aim. Seconds later, split parts of an arrow fell on the ground, stealing a hum from Kung Jin' lips. 

"Not bad"

Wordlessly, the archer nocked two arrows, drew and shot.

“Bullseye.” 

*

When downtime happened in the special force, meaning no new mission had come in, the two archers could be found, without a doubt, in the training range,where they would spend hours on end challenging one another.

Sometimes, on days where the sun shined in the sky and most of the soldiers were absent, the two would be running around camp, doing parkour and shooting at predefined targets.

At the moment, the scores were even. Both had won as many challenges as the other. 

It was a particularly slow day for the special force. With little to do, Kung Jin had proposed a tie breaker to their even score. The price of losing? A favour. The loser would owe the winner. With such a tempting reward, (Y/n) agreed.

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Kung Jin smiled as (Y/n) rolled his eyes. For a brief moment, the two stared at one another. It was (Y/n)'s turn to shoot. An arrow was nocked and before Kung Jin's very own eyes, changed to a neon blue colour. From that same arrow, five were shot in quick succession, all dead centre. Except for one. Now back to their usual colours, (Y/n) noticed the arrow sticking slightly below the other four.Less than ideal but still, he was in the lead.

“Cheater, you used your ability.” Kung Jin whined as he drew.

“We never specified against the use of abilities.”

He only needed three bullseyes and he would be the winner. First arrow hit right in the middle. Second one followed suit, sticking proudly beside the first. Down to his last arrow, Kung Jin took a deep breath and aimed. Releasing the string, the duo watched the projectile split the air. However, before the arrow hit the mark, a gust of strong wind passed by the training range. (Y/n) peeked over Kung Jin's shoulder, smirking at their unnoticed spectator.

“Lord Fujin, it’s a surprise to see you here!”

How long had the god of wind stood there, the archers didn’t know but Kung Jin suspected he was the one behind his defeat. There, sticking on its lonesome on the ground, was Kung Jin’s last arrow. 

“Unfair, you plotted against me with him!”

Placing a hand on his chest, (Y/n) gasped loudly, trying his best to look somewhat offended. 

“I would never do such a thing!” 

Kung Jin turned in the direction of Fujin, who until now was contenting himself with watching the interactions, a smile on his face. Feeling the accusatory eyes of the young archer, Fujin chuckled.

“Wind is unpredictable young Kung Jin, it acts on its own volition.” 

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Kung Jin was still grumpy about the ordeal hours later. Truth to be told, (Y/n) had not conspired against the other archer with the god. Fujin, although for unknown reasons, had acted on his own. 

Shoulder to shoulder, the two archers sat on top of a special forces vehicle. Quivers on their laps, they repaired broken arrows and crafted new ones when needed. In a comfortable silence, they busied themselves with the task before Kung Jin spoke.

“So, thought about that favour I owe you?”

Adding his last crafted arrow in the quiver, (Y/n) put down the holder in order to focus on the other man. 

“I might have an idea.” Smirking, (Y/n) shifted slightly to face Kung Jin. 

Doing the same, Kung Jin waited impatiently for an answer.  Eyes crackling under the orange light of the setting sun, (Y/n) glanced at Kung Jin’s lips before meeting his eyes one more.

“Kiss me.”

Blinking, Kung Jin stared at him for a second. He was expecting something along the lines of doing the other's chores or making him do something that would embarrass him in front of the others. Not this. A smirk of his own, Kung Jin leaned in, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of (Y/n) neck.

“That I can do.” 

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Could u write a mk1 kung lao x gn or male reader where they have a rivalry going on? And one day reader starts flirting with him during a sparring session and kung lao gets all flustered please. Please include kenshi, johnny and raiden watching them spar and then tease kung lao about it. Thank you!

MK1 Kung Lao rivalry with GN!reader

Short one-shots, I hope you enjoy it!

Small details : Raiden and Kung Lao sees each other as brothers

Disclaimer : English ain't my native language. There might be mistakes in this and I apologizes for them

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Training at the Wu Shi Academy was tougher than it seemed. At first when Lord Liu Kang had approached them, (Y/n) was weary. However, the god had proven to be quite convincing and so (Y/n) had begrudgingly agreed.

One thing was for sure, those monks knew how to pick their location. The Wu Shi Academy was simply jawbreaking. Whether it was from the cherry blossoms or the traditional Chinese structure, everything around the temple left whoever came gawking.

What the god hadn’t predicted once every potential champion gathered at the academy, was for two of them to get into an rivalry instantly. Since day one, Kung Lao and (Y/n) were at each other’s throats. Most of the time, Lao would be the one to instigate the verbal back and forth. Until one day, (Y/n) got fed up with the snarky comments of the other man and took things physical. Did Kung Lao learn his lesson after this? Of course not. It seemed the man was fueled even more by it.

This went on for weeks, even months. So much so that whenever they would fight, Johnny would roll his eyes announcing to the rest of the group that the “old married couple was bickering again”.

Eventually, Lord Liu Kang decided to intervene.

That’s how (Y/n) found themselves forced into a sparring match against Kung Lao. This time, their kombat would be supervised by the god himself. Of course, Johnny did not want to miss such a thing and forced Kenshi to come along. Raiden was also present if only to try and calm his brother down if such need arose.

Round one was given to (Y/n) after a well thrown uppercut had knocked Kung Lao out for a few seconds.

Round two found Kung Lao as the winner. His quick mastery of his new weapon had offered him the unpredictability.

Down to the last round, both kombatant were bruised and slightly exhausted. Each looking into the other's eyes, determined to show the other who was truly the best.

“I promise not to go too hard on you” Kung Lao said snuggly.

“Oh but I like it hard” Came the smooth response of (Y/n) which made the farmer freeze.

Behind them, Johnny whistled. The tip of Kung Lao’s ears changed to a barely visible shade of red. Glaring at the superstar, Kung Lao readied himself for the last match

Once the countdown had reached zero and the two kombatant were on each other, (Y/n) took advantage of the new found shyness of the other. Flirty remarks flew out of their mouth whenever they could. Surprisingly, Kung Lao would join in the flirting. He wasn’t bad either.

Kung Lao fell to the ground, raising sand as he landed. Although he was quickly back on his feet, they couldn’t help themselves.

“You know, you’d look good underneath me.”

More whistling in the back, but they didn’t pay it any attention. Their eyes were laser focused on Kung Lao, enjoying the way their flirting seemed to affect the other. This went on and on, until Kung Lao misplaced his left leg a tad bit too far apart from the other, giving them the opportunity to make their fatal blow.

“(Y/n)’s win.”

Approaching the sulking Lao, they extended their hand toward the man.

“Better luck next time, handsome.”

Accepting the offered hand, Kung Lao tried to regain his snarky attitude. For the first time since their arrival, (Y/n) gave him a genuine smile.

“ I think we started on the wrong foot, how about we try again?”

Only now realising that he had yet to let go of their hand, Kung Lao squeezed it gently before letting it go.

“Sounds good to me.”

Later, during the night’s diner, Kung Lao would be victim to the teasing of one annoying superstar. Even Raiden joined in as well as Kenshi. Ah the betrayal, Kung Lao swore he would get his revenge on them one day.

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Do you take nsfw requests?

Yes, I mentioned it in my rule blog. If you do ask, I will assume you are 18+. I don't have much rules concerning the nsfw elements. There are some kinks/fetishes I'm not comfortable with so if you ask for those I will simply tell you.

Hope that helps 😊

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could I request headcanons of Raiden getting flirted by M!Reader but reader is following Johnny's (horrible) advice because he doesn't know how to flirt?

HC Flirting With MK11 Raidens (M!reader)

Welcome back! I'm glad you decided to ask again and with another fun prompt too!! This made me laugh so much while writing. Hopefully, I did your prompt justice!

Warning: Cheesy pick up lines ahead, mentions of blood for the last part in Light Raiden story.

Disclaimer : English ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologize for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

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Dark Raiden

You’ve had a crush on the Thunder God for a while now but never acted up on it

The reason why? You’ve never been in a relationship.

You have no clue how to flirt.

One day as you sat next to Johnny in the meeting room, the superstar catches you staring at Raiden.

“You have a crush on Edge lord over there?”

Shushing Johnny, afraid the god could hear him, you’d confess to the man that yes you do have romantic feelings for Raiden.

Prepare yourself to have a class on how to flirt, courtesy of one Johnny Cage.

It’s filled with cheesy and sometimes cringy pick-up lines.

You are willing to try tho.

If the ex-narcissist Johnny managed to court the stoic Sonia with those, maybe it could work on an even more stoic God.

Boi, how wrong you were.

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Attempt number one :

Sitting inside the main tent at the special force camp, (Y/n) glanced toward Johnny. The tent was mostly empty, the soldiers having been dispatched early on, leaving him, Lord Raiden, Johnny and a few other soldiers inside. Following the superstar’s advice, (Y/n) approached the thunder god nervously.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

A smack echoed in the background but the man ignored it. He was starting to regret this when Raiden turned in his direction, his face unreadable. Cold red eyes stared at (Y/n).The man swore he could hear crickets outside with how silent the room became.

Opening his mouth, Raiden was cut short when Sonia and Cassie entered the tent, stealing the attention of the god away from him. Thanking the Elder Gods, (Y/n) took the opportunity to retreat.

Attempt number two :

It took a lot more convincing on Johnny’s part for (Y/n) to stop avoiding the god. After the failed attempt, he wasn’t able to show his face in front of Raiden.

Taking a break from their sparring, Johnny clapped his shoulder.

“You know, you need to be more confident when you're flirting.”

Rolling his eyes, (Y/n) took a sip from his water bottle.

“Oh sure I’m sure it’s only my lack of confidence that’s in the way.” Observing the other soldiers training further away, (Y/n) wondered why of all people did he fall for the god. “I’m sure that if I go back to him and tell him ‘ Hey Lord Raiden, have you been sitting on a pile of sugar, because you have a pretty sweet ass’ with confidence the man will fall for me.” He said sarcastically.

At that moment, someone cleared their throat behind the two men. (Y/n) only needed to see the face Johnny made when he turned around to know who was standing behind them. Panic settled inside him. Every ounce of him wanted to run away, to go hide in shame somewhere else. Hoping for a miracle that the god wasn’t standing there the whole time, (Y/n) dared to look at him.

“I require the assistance of you two.” Raiden said sternly, his eyes fixed on (Y/n).

After a small debriefing, the two men were sent to retrieve something for the god. Did Raiden hear him say that stupid pick-up line, well (Y/n) would probably never know.

Attempt number three :

Night had fallen on the special force camp, basking its surroundings in the beautiful silverish light of the moon. After two failed attempts, one being involuntary, (Y/n) decided to stop listening to Johnny. At this point, he was sure he made a fool of himself in front of the god. Heck, it seemed like the whole settlement was made aware of his feelings for Raiden as he now fell victim to the enceasent teasing of Cassie and Jackie.

Sitting just outside the camp, (Y/n) looked over some documents General Blade had sent him. Unaware of the approaching god, he startled slightly when Raiden spoke.

“(Y/n).”

Sighing, the man turned toward the god. Exhaustion was clawing its way through him, spending the week going on mission after mission would do that to someone. Truth to be told, he only accepted the mission in order to avoid, once again, the god of thunder. Now, he kind of regretted it.

“Lord Raiden, is there something I could do for you?”

“ May I join you?”

Perplexed, (Y/n) glanced toward the rock he was sitting on. The rock was big enough to hold two people but that wasn’t the reason why he was confused. Did the god really ask permission to sit with him? Unsure what to answer and frankly too tired to feel ashamed or shy, he nodded. It was difficult for him to focus back on the documents in his hand. Heart beating fast, he was almost certain Raiden could hear it. However, the god remained silent. Minutes passed by in silence until finally the god spoke.

“If being beautiful was a crime, you’d surely be guilty as charged.”

Mind blank, (Y/n) tried to process what the man had just said. Bursting out laughing, he tried desperately to regain his composure.

“Does this truly work on earthrealmer?”

Shaking his head, (Y/n) put down the documents beside him. His sides were hurting from laughing too much. Mind you, he wasn’t laughing at Raiden, but at how unexpected the situation he was in was.

“Can’t say, you are the first person I’ve tried to flirt with.”

Realising that he’d just confessed to the god his attempt to flirt with him, (Y/n) scratched the back of his neck nervously. To the netherrealm with all this, Johnny told him he needed to be more confident if he wanted this to work. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) glanced at Raiden’s hand before looking into the man’s eyes.

“Hey, your hands looks heavy, would you like me to hold them for you?”

He tried his best not to wince at how cringy this was. Raiden remained silent for a few seconds before slowly extending one of his hands toward him. Well, even if the advice Johnny gave him were bad ones, it seemed it worked in the end. Hands intertwined, (Y/n) and Raiden spent the rest of the night stargazing.

Light Raiden

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Same as dark Raiden, you’ve been harbouring feelings for this god for a while.

The slight difference from his dark version is that he’s more approachable.

Taking refuge in the Fire Garden with everyone else, you end up spending more time with Raiden than usual.

Young Johnny catches your hidden crush on the god.

How he managed to figure it out is a mystery.

But the superstar offer his help

You are sceptical at first, but seeing as you’ve had zero experience in love, even more so in flirting, you reluctantly accept.

You instantly regret it.

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Attempt number one :

This is, from the start, a disaster. Calmly enjoying the beauty offered by the Fire Garden, (Y/n) and younger Johnny were having a conversation about movies when out came Raiden, followed by Liu Kang and Kung Lao. Spotting the god, Johnny forced him up and pushed him slightly toward the thunder god. The movement attracted said man’s attention and (Y/n) found himself standing in front of Raiden. Like a deer caught in headlights, the man blurbed out the first thing that came to mind.

“Are you made of lightning? Cuz you’re shockingly beautiful.”

(Y/n) wanted to disappear and never come back. No one said anything for a while, probably too stunned by the situation. Behind Raiden, Kung Lao clapped a hand on his mouth, trying desperately not to laugh at the poor attempt. Thankfully, everyone was saved from further embarrassment when Grand Master Hasashi rounded the corner asking for Raiden. Excusing himself, the god followed Hanzo, leaving the other four men behind.

“That was…something” Liu Kang teased, tapping his shoulder in a comforting way.

“Shut up.”

Finally unable to restrain himself, Kung Lao burst out laughing.

Attempt number two :

Days later, (Y/n) found himself training with Grand Master Liang. Everything was going well until the thunder god decided to come and observe the fight between the two. The moment his eyes landed on the god, (Y/n) was reminded of the stupid thing he'd done. His attention elsewhere, he completely missed the block of ice flying toward him.

Wincing as he opened his eyes, (Y/n) was confused for a second before remembering where he was. Cold hand helped him to sit upright.

" Are you well (Y/n)"

Came the voice that definitely did not belong to Master Liang. Vision, still a bit fuzzy, (Y/n) turned toward the voice only to realise who it was.

" Yeah, guess I just got stunned by your beauty."

He swore he could feel Johnny Cage give him thumbs up from miles away. However, (Y/n) wasn't proud of himself for that one. In fact, both of his attempts were catastrophic. Both ended up embarrassing him more than anything. If the lack of reaction from the god wasn't a dead giveaway already.

Once again it seemed like the Elders Gods took pity on him. Before any words could leave Raiden's mouth, Sonia appeared out of nowhere demanding help from the god. For a brief moment, Raiden looked torned between following the general or voicing his thoughts to (Y/n). When the woman pressed on, the god gave in and left.

" So…Raiden huh?"

Completely forgetting that he wasn't alone, (Y/n) groaned. Not only were Liu Kang and Kung Lao made aware of his crush on the god because of his stupid mouth, now Kuai Liang was thrown into the mix.

“If I could give a piece of advice-“ Frozen hand landed upon his shoulder, the chilly touch sending shivers down his spine.

Kuai Liang glanced up at the sounds of someone approaching.Pink leaves fell from nearby trees brushed away by the gentle breeze. Master Hasashi quirked his eyebrow as he halted near the cryomancer. Head titled slightly, he wondered what could have possibly happened for (Y/n) to be in such a position. Kuai Liang smiled at the pyromance, his eyes never leaving the other man as he spoke.

"- don't follow Johnny's advice. Sometimes, being forward is the best solution."

" How did you know Johnny gave me advice?" (Y/n) asked, glancing between the two grand master with a knowing smirk.

A rare chuckle left the cryomancer's mouth. Under the warm sunlight, his eyes seemed to crackle. Even the pyromancer attitude seemed relaxed.

"Who else can come up with bad pick up lines if not him?"

Attempt number three :

Wooden planks creaked in protest under the weight of uncertain feet.Through ragged breath, (Y/n) weakly staggered his way around the fire garden. A trail of blood followed the wounded man behind.Disoriented, he stopped and leaned against the paper walls in hopes to regain the last remaining strength in his body. Unfocused eyes surveyed the surroundings to no avail. His vision, a blurry mess of colours. He had to keep moving, just a little further. The words were chanted like a mantra in his head as he forced himself off the wall.

(Y/n) buckled under his own weight, unable to even make a step forward.Back pressed against the wall, he fought his hardest against the drowsiness settling. Despite the warm weather of the sunlit afternoon, (Y/n) shivered. His clothes were soaked in blood just like the hand pressed against the wound in a meagre attempt to keep himself alive.

Early in the day, those who were still present in the new found refuge were given missions said to be crucial to defeat the titan of time. His mission had only required one person as it was supposed to be quick and easy. To his own bad luck everything had turned south the moment he'd arrived on location. Sustaining major injuries, the man had pushed through the pain nonetheless to complete what he was there for. A part of him regretted not putting his own safety first.

"By the Elder God!"

Rushed footsteps jolted the wounded man awake. A large hand covered the wound on his side applying pressure to it. Wasn't he doing just that moment ago? Struggling to raise his hand, (Y/n) guessed he must have stopped the moment he had lost consciousness. Another hand gently cuddle the side of his face.

A warm sensation spread around the wound, batting away the sharp pain. Electric blue eyes studied him, searching for other injuries. Beside bruises and scratches, he had none as life threatening as the one Raiden was desperately trying to heal.

Coming back from their own mission, the god of thunder had not been expecting such a worrisome sight. Upon seeing blood stains on the walls and floor, Liu Kang and Kung Lao hurried toward the infirmary while Raiden followed the trail.

For a moment, Raiden focused on the shallow breath, watching the slow rise and fall of (Y/n) chest to calm his racing nerves. When shallow turned even, the god let a relieved sigh escape his lips.

“Raiden?’’

Peering at the man before him, (Y/n) focused his attention on the god. Black spots danced across his eyes, threatening to pull him back into unconsciousness. He placed an unsteady hand on top of the one putting pressure on his wound. Raiden seeing as (Y/n) was on the edge of unconsciousness, spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

“I was told Earthrealmer had a particular way of courting someone”

Rubbing his thumb over Raiden’s hand, (Y/n) hummed. Of all the things he expected the god to say, that wasn't on the list.Feeling his strength coming back, he made himself comfortable against the wall.

“Johnny’s awful advice are not what I would call courting.”

Raiden had yet to remove his hand away from (Y/n) side. The wound had been fully healed some time ago, however, the god found he enjoyed the contact.

“I was also subject to Johnny's questionable advice.” Raiden's voice seemed unsure which picked (Y/n) foggy mind’s curiosity.

“He suggested that I ask you if you were truly an earthrealmer.”

A smile grew on (Y/n) exhausted face which Raiden answered with one of his own. Squeezing the hand at his waist, (Y/n) encouraged the god to continue.

“And that I should answered with ‘because you are out of this world’ after

Someone groaned loudly beside them. Coming back from the infirmary with bandages, Liu Kang and Kung Lao stared at them bemused. Chuckling, (Y/n) winced from the mouvement. His injury still hurting.

Raiden helped him stand, some times later, his arm securely wrapped around (Y/n)'s waist while the other hold on the arm around his neck. Even in this new position, the god's hand had remained on his side. It was a tremendous task to move the wounded man to his own chamber. As the group walked passed the main entrance, (Y/n) glimpsed at young Johnny, who appeared to have just come back from his own mission.

“No one tells young Johnny his shitty pick up line ended up working, understood?” (Y/n) said jokingly, glaring at the two shaolin monks. Eight pairs of eyes fixed the unknowing young superstar.

“That man doesn’t need a bigger ego." Kung Lao replied before the group continued on their way.

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I absolutely loved your raiden x male chaosrealmer reader and I was wondering if I could get something similar to that but with Shang tsung buts it’s Shang tsung trying to get the male readers attention all the time with fights and chaos?

MK1 Shang Tsung with a M!chaosrealmer

I'm really happy you enjoyed the Raiden story! I hope you enjoy this one as well!

I'm using a mixed version of Shang Tsung from the new game and Mk11. Mostly for the claws tho.

The timeline here follows loosely the story of Mk1.

Warning : Blood, description of gore, sexual innuendo.

Disclaimer: English ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologized for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

“Your soul is mine”

Laughter travelled around the flesh pit. Battered and bruised, (Y/n) kneeled on the bloodied floor amongst discarded limbs of previous victims. A draft of putrid smell filled his nostrils, making him nauseous.Neon green shackles restrained his wrist, the chains rooted in the rocky ground. Before him stood his captor, the sorcerer known as Shang Tsung.

“Escape is futile, you won’t make it out of here”

Grinning from ear to ear, the chaosrealmer tilted his head slightly. His eyes never-blinking bored into the sorcerer. He could practically smell the uneasiness coming from the other.

Cocky little sorcerer, he should never underestimate a chaosrealmer. Under the cautious eyes of Shang Tsung, (Y/n) raised from the ground. The skin near his shoulders stretched with the pull of the shackles. In a sickening crunch, both arms fell. It was as if the chaosrealmer had shed his own arms. Shang Tsung grimaced under such a crude and gory display. Kicking a severed head nearby toward the sorcerer, he sneered at the disgusted look on his face. From a fraction of second, the sorcerer’s hold on his magic faltered, thus giving the opportunity for (Y/n) to reattach his arms now freed from the shackles. Aware of his mistakes, Shang Tsung used his magic to counter block the incoming punch. From deep inside the flesh pit, a prisoner howled.

The chaosrealmer proved to be a difficult adversary for the sorcerer. Erratic and unpredictable, Shang Tsung struggled to block the incoming attacks from him. However, the sorcerer grew more and more fascinated with (Y/n) ability to dismember any of his limbs on command.

Shang Tsung inexperience in close kombat gave the chaosrealmer the upper hand. In a matter of time, the sorcerer found himself knocked on the ground, his vision wavering.

“As much as I’d love to stick around, you bore me sorcerer.” Waving mockingly at the fallen man, (Y/n) threw a torso his way for good measure before escaping the retching place.

******

Roaming around the street of Sun Do, (Y/n) enjoyed the chaotic lifestyle of the outworlders. Despite not being as much as in chaosrealm, he found comfort in it nonetheless. Talks of the tournament floated around everywhere he went. Some were impressed by the strength of the Earthrealmer champion while others were displeased that Outworld lost once again. A real shame (Y/n) had been stuck in that nasty prison during the event.

Bustling with colourful stands, he marched down the marchants road. As he was inspecting merchandise from an old man, (Y/n) straightened up, alert. He felt a burst of chaos somewhere near. Leaving a very confused old man behind, the chaosrealmer let his sense guide him toward what he expected was to be a fun time. Imagine his disappointment when, upon entering a small forest surrounding the town, his eyes fell on the sorcerer. Unable to contain the groan from escaping his lips, his eyes met Shang Tsung’s.

“ Of course, of all the people in Outworld, it had to be you.”

Laying beside the sorcerer's feet were two lifeless bodies. More bones than skin, the bodies were unrecognisable. Shang Tsung wasn’t lying when he said he’d take someone's souls, (Y/n) came to realise.

Green shackles appeared around his wrist, yanking him forward. The sorcerer seemed pleased with himself, for a reason unknown to (Y/n). Perhaps Shang loved seeing him on his knees.

“Had I known how easy you’d be to capture, I would have done this a long time ago.”

Rolling his eyes at the smug face the sorcerer, (Y/n) took hold of the chains connected to the shackles. Perhaps this time, the kombat would be more interesting than the last one.

Pulling himself up with the help of the chains, (Y/n) brought his head against the sorcerer’s. Joy spread inside him as heard a cracking noise on impact.

“You make chaos boring Shang.” Watching as the green shackles evaporated in a puff of smoke, (Y/n) was tempted to leave, boredom already seeping through his bones.

A stream of curses left Shang Tsung's mouth as blood flowed down his broken nose. Rolling on the muddy ground to evade a burst of green magic, (Y/n) ripped his left arms apart. Using the limb as a weapon, the chaosrealmer smacked the sorcerer across the chest.

"Blood looks good on you wūshī~" (Y/n) taunted. He was delighted to see his words having an effect on the other man. Weeks had gone by since their last kombat and frankly he could see some improvement from the sorcerer. Using his magic in unpredictable ways, faster reflexes when it came to blocking. Truly, Shang Tsung was full of surprises.

But alas, (Y/n) had better chaos to find somewhere else. Tackling the unsuspecting man, the chaosrealmer used the muddy ground in his favour.

He'd hate to admit, hours later once he was back in his mediocre living space, that he'd enjoy the kombat. Maybe the sorcerer wasn't that boring after all.

*******

Days passed without a single shred of chaos. Bored out of his mind, (Y/n) had decided to take a stroll around the living forest. There, he met with a peculiar group formed with earthrealmer, a demon from the Netherrealm, a tarkatan and a saurian.

Deciding they would do for now, (Y/n) joined their ragtag group under the weary black eyes of the demon. It proved to be a wonderful decision as the group kept finding themselves in chaotic situations.

During his time with them, he got to learn more about Ashrah and her quest to cleanse her soul, about Baraka and Syzoth tragic lost of their families and of the Earthrealmer ,(which names (Y/n) had already forgotten), being on a quest for Lord Liu Kang.

After an eventful night spent running along the streets of Sun Do, (Y/n) got to meet the god. The group, minus Baraka, had made their grand escape through a portal toward Earthrealm.

Shelter was politely offered for those who didn’t come from Earthrealm. The saurian and the demon accepted the offer but (Y/n) remained silent. His mind elsewhere.

“Something is troubling you?”

Noticing the unresponsive chaosrealmer, Liu Kang turned his attention to him.

“I am drawn to Chaos, big or small-" Arms crossed over his chest, (Y/n) glanced at the god. "-I can feel a high concentration of it somewhere within this realm.”

To his surprise, the god offered his help. Days later, after many nights of searching where the source of chaos was coming from, (Y/n) found himself inside a giant icy fortress.

Shivering from the cold, he marched further inside, his eyes inspecting the strange contraptions on each side as he did.

Riches like he had never seen before occupied the first room past the threshold.Barely able to fray himself a path through the cluster of gold coins and valuable objects, he dared to take one single coin as a souvenir.

His marvelling was cut short, however, when a voice came through in the distance.Ducking behind a pillar out of sight, he waited.Shortly after, a man dressed in yellow skedaddle passed him.

The man was pursued by others, who seemed unaware of the chaosrealmer presence. Except one. Back facing (Y/n), the warrior eyes scanned the room. Angered burned inside the chaosrealmer upon seeing who was blocking his escape route. Moving away from his cover, (Y/n) faced his enemy.

“Orderrealmer.” He spat venemously.

“Chaosrealmer.” Responded the other with as much disgust and haine as (Y/n).

Clattering noise filled the room. Objects scattered violently in a small explosion as the two kombatant threw one or the other across, unbothered by the valuables. A storm raged outside as if reflecting the conflict happening within the walls of the fortress. Neither cared, nor paid any thoughts on what was transpiring outside, far to absorbed into their own kombat.

“I love your new aesthetic, very chaotic “ (Y/n) taunted while waving his hand in front of his jaw in reference to the disfigured man.

Artefacts of a long deceased clan shattered underneath the weight of the chaosrealmer. Hidden amongst the rubble was a golden dagger. Red mixed with gold, staining the once immaculate riches. Moving only helped the blade sink deeper.

Havik stalked toward his downed enemy.Scarred tissues raised into a twisted smile.Havik straddled (Y/n), kicking an incrusted vase that was in the way. Wrapping his hands around (Y/n) throat, he squeezed.

Pain flared up his side, ripping out a horrible scream from his mouth. Flashes of gold moved before his eyes followed by a streak of blood. (Y/n) entangled his legs around Havik, flipping them over, grazing the tip of the blade over Havik’s chest.

Heavy breathing filled their ears as both fought for the dagger. Inches by inches, the blade sunk into Havik’s flesh, blood oozing as it descended. (Y/n) enjoyed the visceral scream of the other.

Further inside the fortress, sparks of neon green illuminated the stony walls. (Y/n)’s mind registered the attack once his back collided with the nearby wall. Grieving the loss of his new weapon, he rose on shaky feet.

"Do you believe me now?" Came the suave voice of a man (Y/n) was painfully familiar with.

Dustin himself off, the chaosrealmer sluggishly turned toward the sorcerer. Another man stood beside him. Someone (Y/n) vaguely remembered. Wasn’t he the man the earthrealmers had captured?

"I'm getting tired of you ruining my fun ruòzhě."

His previous fight had drained most of his energy which didn’t go unnoticed by the sorcerers.

Outside, the storm had settled. Whatever had happened beyond this chamber had ended.

Wordlessly, the other sorcerer approached the wounded orderrealmer, leaving Shang Tsung to do as he pleased.

This time, the kombat didn’t last long. Wounded and exhausted, (Y/n) caved under the magic of the sorcerer. Cold seeped through his clothes as Shao Tsung maintained him pinned against the frozen wall. Clawed fingers dunged around his throat, drawing little trinkets of blood from the marks.

“ I told you, escaping is futile.”

Unable to do anything, (Y/n) opted to roll his eyes instead. To be fair, he was quite enjoying the predicament he found himself in. It was thrilling if not arousing. Finally, the sorcerer had beaten him in kombat. Of course, the weakened state of the chaosrealmer had played an important part in the fight. He had missed the smug face of Shang.

“Yeah yeah my soul belongs to you or something like that..” He mocked, feeling the clawed fingers tighten their hold on his throat yet never applying enough pressure to strangle him.

"You're making chaos on purpose, aren’t you?"

The question hung in the air for a while, the sorcerer content in observing the defenceless chaosrealmer.

“What makes you think such a thing?” Chaos almighty, this man was still as pretentious as he used to be.

Hissing noise left (Y/n)’s mouth once his knees hit the ground.Seriously, Shang Tsung must have a thing for people kneeling in front of him. Regaining his mobility temporarily, the man brushed the tip of his fingers over the marks Shang had left on his throat.

“ You wouldn’t have said ‘do you believe me’ to your friend over there if you weren’t trying to lure me here.”

Humming contently, Shang Tsung slid his fingers underneath (Y/n)’s chin forcing the other man head upward. Both had forgotten the others within the room, their attention sullenly on each other.

“Perhaps you are right…after all you said so yourself-“ Leaning his face closer to (Y/n), Shang smirked. “Your soul is mine.”

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Does that include the movies? I'm sorry I'm asking so much aha

I'm willing to try it! I'll have to do a lot of research since the only movies I've seen are the one Dead Meat covered on his YouTube channel. Aka I haven't really watched them.

I'm aware there's also an animated series that I need to watch. I'm still fairly new to Mortal Kombat but I'm really open to try anything. Recommendations are also open since it looks like I'm missing a lot more than I thought!

Oh and please don't feel sorry for asking questions, it helps keep my blog alive since writing the prompts I get takes a bit longer.

Hope that helps 😊