Chuffed To Bits

Chuffed to Bits

A/N: Y’all it’s finally happening, the story is moving along and the love interest is introduced. Also it gets a little angsty, but not too much. When I write, emotions are like whiplash so hope that’s cool. Enjoy!

you sat shrouded in darkness. you found out moments ago that walking was useless as the scenery never changed. every now and again you could hear whispers and know who they were coming from. johnny, kung lao, even liu kang as they wished for your steady recovery. you would answer, but your response echoed out into the unknown. that was until it started to get brighter, and brighter, and —

“5 more minutes, please.” you groan and roll over on a soft surface.

“she’s awake. go alert lord liu kang and the others.” an unknown voice said.

you grab the sheet that you were wrapped in before pulling it over your head in attempts to block out the blinding light peering down on you.

you heard a rush of footsteps barge into wherever you were staying, before the same sheet was ripped away from you.

“hey! i was using tha—“ you were silenced with a warm and fairly tight embrace.

finally coming to your senses, you blinked a few times to clear the gunk from your eyes. blurry vision began to clear, transforming silhouettes into familiar figures.

you first addressed the grown man who hugged you tightly like a toddler.

“johnny, you’re gonna break my ribs at this rate,” but you hugged him back with the same fervor.

“3 days. You left me by myself for 3 days and you know I need adult supervision!”

“3 days?” you question and it seemed like liu kang had answers.

“y/n, i am glad that you are alright. tell us, how do you feel?” liu kang stepped forward.

“honestly, probably the best I’ve ever felt in forever,” then the reality of johnny’s words hit you.

“3 DAYS?! I WAS IN A COMA?”

“Something like that.” kenshi’s voice resonated.

you damn near scramble off the bed to reach his side.

“kenny! are you okay?” you grab his arms and forcibly turn him around to get a good look at him. you place your hand on his face when you still see the fabric across his sockets.

“do you even take care of yourself?” he chuckled, before grabbing your arms and lowering them. “honestly though, probably the best I’ve ever felt in forever.”

you scrunched your face up, dissatisfied with his response. “but your eye—“

“johnny finally gave me sento, and it has restored my vision, in a way.”

your face straightened out and a wide grin took over instead, you pulled him in for a hug also. “that’s amazing!”

a cough broke you out of it. you turned to the source and saw kung lao whistling and looking around the room. you narrowed your eyes and smiled before walking over and entering an embrace with him also. with your face smashed into his chest, you mumble, “and to what do I grant this occasion?”

“i carried you back all the way like your knight in shining armor and I—

“I think it’s time that we fill you in on what has occurred since your last encounter.” liu kang finished.

in your embrace with kung lao, raiden had come behind and placed a hand on your shoulder, “i’m glad you’re ok, y/n.”

you pull away from lao slowly before you opt to walk beside liu kang. also among the group, you spot syzoth who you wave at before he disappears with baraka and a demonic looking woman.

“well considering we’re back at the monastery, I’m assuming that we snuck back fairly well.”

“um, no.” johnny interjected.

“of course not, without me nothing gets done without a show.” you sigh dejectedly.

they filled you in on how they ran into quan chi and his warriors and with the help of an ex-demon, ashrah, made it out alive. but that wasn’t all, and you had to roll your eyes as johnny made the sound effects for each scene. furthermore, when they made it back to the outworld mainland, had to fight through general shao, li mei, and other member of the army who labeled them as terrorists. only then, did they make it back to Wu Shi before they got you and Kenshi some help.

“well, after you killed those hunters—“

you stopped in your tracks, a bad habit, which caused raiden to bump into you. he catches you before you tumble. you place an arm on his chest to let him know you were ok, but the raging headache said otherwise.

“please don’t remind me.” you whimper.

“okay…” liu kang accepts, but his face scrunches up as he thinks of another way to bring up your new condition.

“how about you tell us how you ran into them the first time?” raiden offers. since he was not there, he needed to be filled in as well.

“i was in the forest trying to meditate as liu requested as a part of my training. but my attention span is only so long so I gave up after a while. heard trouble and went looking for it i guess. got me into an altercation with a big ass tiger. long story short, i guess I let their big game hunt get away.”

“is that why you looked so frazzled when I found you?” raiden asks.

you give him a look and he mutters a “sorry.”

“so you saved a big house cat and got rewarded for it?”

“would this be a bad time to have you look in a mirror?”

johnny and kung lao spoke at the same time.

“huh?”

as you rounded the corner, Kenshi faced you to a mirror that hung on the wall.

“johnny, I so quit.”

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you huddled under the covers as a storm raged outside. it was a true reflection in how you felt on the inside.

upon the discovery of new appendages, you damn near fainted on the spot. this had to be a trick, but as you pulled at them and felt pain, you knew you were condemned to life as a furry. the tail grew from your tailbone and was striped as a tiger’s would be. the triangular ears that moved like a sonar through your locs took in too much noise. your nails, which had been short and brittle for most of your life, had grown long and were sharp in a natural stiletto style. you were reduced to a house cat.

as the thunder boomed in your sensitive ears, you thought back to liu kang and geras’ conclusion.

“it seems like what johnny speculated is true. though I am a god, these forests have been around just as long as I have. there is no telling what is lurking in them. in addition to kung lao’s knowledge of his culture, it is very possible you encountered a spirit who wished to reward you for your tenacity and courage.”

“I did not consent to this.” you whined as you tried to flatten your ears on your head, but they kept popping back up.

“i don’t know, I think it’s kind of cool.” kenshi reached out to run behind your ears. but tigers don’t purr. so to everyone’s amusement and to your displeasure, you chuffed. the minute the sound came out, you slapped his hand away.

“do I have to lecture you about touching black people’s hair?!”

“so what now?” you turned to liu kang who was not doing a good job at hiding how funny he thought your new tendencies were.

“tame the beast.”

so much for that as you trembled as the lightning struck outside. you were formidable earlier in training, as for liu kang who suspected a much larger threat approaching, training was never over. in addition to new appearances and tendencies, it seemed you also took on a few other aspects like strength, agility, and speed.

it wasn’t until you were paired up with kung lao for the umpteenth time that things started to go awry. with your new abilities, kung lao was going to push you to your limits and that he did. he left almost no time to recuperate which left you feeling vulnerable and weak. that was until you felt a tug at your tail and pain shot up your spine as you wailed. it happened all too fast as the wail formed into a growl and rage filled your head. you were present mentally, but you could tell physically you had changed. you look down to see kung lao terrified between your han-, paws? you did not move, not wanting to scare anyone else. kung lao shuffled from beneath your still form. you did not look at him but could sense that he wanted to say something. you couldn’t look at anyone knowing they were most likely looking at you in fear or scrutiny, like you were a bloodthirsty monster. so you ran.

you went to the forest to cool down, slowly feeling your size shrink back to normal. a low grumble made itself known overhead, a storm was approaching.

“y/n! have you guys checked over there?” your ears whirl over to make out the location and the person, johnny. seemingly joined with raiden and liu kang.

“perhaps she is closer to the temple, it’s about to rain.” liu kang declared.

“i’m sure she just needs a little time to process everything.” raiden said in order to convince johnny to come back with them. johnny let out a defeated sigh before his footsteps got farther away. a raindrop hit you on the cheek, though you almost couldn’t tell with your tears.

you didn’t want to get rained on, surely as a cat, it would be the last thing you wanted. so with your agility and soft footsteps, you leaped from tree to tree, eventually from rooftop to rooftop before you made it back to your assigned room undetected. just as you entered, it started to pour which is where you are now.

under the sheets, left by yourself to face the storm.

knock, knock.

whoever it was didn’t wait for a response before slowly opening the door. however, once all the way open, let out a somewhat excited sigh at the sight of a lump under the covers.

“johnny is going crazy right now and we left a blind man to try and calm him down.”

kung lao, though you didn’t respond. however, your stomach did when the smell of food wafted into your now superior nostrils.

“you missed dinner, so I was gonna leave it by the door, but the wet footsteps told me you might be here.”

“you? not devouring the plate on the way here? maybe you’ve gained some self restraint after all.” you mumble as your face was smashed into the pillow.

lao chuckled before approaching the bed.

“could you atleast look at me when I say this?”

your tail swirled with interest and you raise your face out of the pillow just enough to peak at him.

“all the way.” he crossed his arms. you sigh before picking yourself up and pushing back the blankets. your tail snakes around you for self comfort before you look at him.

“i’m sorry.”

“not your fault.” your eyes went back to the floorboards, already feeling the tears well up.

“but it is. i accidentally pulled your tail and caused you to lash out. i totally would’ve understood if you scratched me to ribbons.”

“don’t say that! that’s the last thing I would’ve wanted!” you throw yourself back into the pillow.

“okay, okay. wrong phrasing. all i’m saying is that I take full responsibility for the way you reacted. i’m not hurt by it, no one else is hurt by it, so you shouldn’t be.”

you felt the bed dip and the plate clink against the nightstand.

“you know, my mom always did tell me if I kept messing with the cat, I would get scratched.”

“shut up.”

“okay.”

another loud boom of thunder had you grasping for the covers again.

“can you tell raiden to turn this thing off.” you try to jest as if you weren’t scared.

kung lao didn’t respond, so you turn your face to see what was up. he was staring at your hand which had his shirt bunched up in it instead of the covers. you squeak and push him off the bed as you pull back the covers and get under them again. not only scared, but embarrassed.

“I should probably leave and let you eat. raiden’s gonna question where I am if I don’t get back by curfew.” he stumbles over his words.

“you’re gonna go out there?”

it was coming down so hard that you couldn’t even see out the window. the wind was howling and the sky was dark. it was a really bad storm.

another growl from your stomach made you reach for the plate king Lao brought you. the bite mark in the chicken let you know lao’s self restraint was not as strong as you had thought it was. you still began to eat anyway.

“yeah, maybe not.”

“stay here.” “ok.”

the benefit to being the only woman in a monastery was that you got almost an entire wing to yourself.

you finish as kung lao finished making a pallet on the floor from the extra cushions he found in the closet.

he was just about to lay down when you threw a pillow at him.

“what was that for?” he feigned pain as he rubbed his head.

“are you seriously sleeping on the floor?

“yeah. why?”

“your back’s gonna be in knots in the morning.”

“as a thanks for bringing food, you can get ‘em out in the morning.”

“see I was gonna offer you a spot in the bed, but your mouth ruined it.” you end the conversation by turning away from him and getting real comfortable under the sheets.

“wait—“

“nope.” you cut it as you sigh contentedly.

“please?”

you hiss through your teeth and roll over only to be met with his form towering over you with a blanket and a pillow in his grasp. to makeup for the stutter in your heartbeat, you roll your eyes, but move over nonetheless.

the bed dips again but much heavier since he put his entire weight on it. you can feel his back touching you as he respectfully turns the other way. the storm is still going strong outside and there is a comfortable silence between you. surely, you thought, kung Lao is the type to go to sleep fast as your ears flutter hearing his breath even out.

but then another flash of lightning through the window followed by a bang of thunder makes you quickly toss the other way, now staring at kung Lao’s back. he must’ve felt the shifting because he sleepily reaches a hand back, feeling for you, before he pulls you closer to him. for comfort, you place an arm around his middle.

you’re still as you process your next move. he’s definitely sleep again, his back expanding and collapsing at an even pace. you find yourself matching the pace. he’s extremely warm too. you try hard to not press into him further as if you were attempting to steal that quality from him. you nose is close to the back of his neck and you can smell the hint of soap, but also the musk of the earth that reminded you that he was a farmer before this life.

you hadn’t even noticed how low your eyelids had dropped or that the storm was passing, giving way to the night sky and the stars. you decided not to fight against the drowsiness before succumbing to sleep. kung Lao had that stupid smirk plastered on his face even in his sleep as he heard and felt the reverberation of chuffing behind him.

how i feel crawling back to tumblr every time i have a crush on an obscure fictional character with nothing on ao3

Not Feline Too Good

A/N: omg the semester I just had… anyways, sorry for being M.I.A for a bit. I made it home for the Winter Break and decided to take some time for myself and family. Also to celebrate my sister’s birthday and my own tomorrow! I also needed time to think about advance the plot and development of my character. I’ve settled in now and hope you enjoy the new addition to the series. This should be like the last filler part before all the action takes place. Hope you enjoy!!!

the restful week had passed and you soon found yourself back at the Wu Shi Academy, this time as an active participant rather than a spectator.

you sat among the jungle that surrounded the palace of the fire god in a meditative state, the lush grass bending in the slight breeze. liu kang had incentivized you to do so in part of your training to become one of Earthrealm’s champions. meanwhile, the boys would continue their physical training. you tried to push out any thoughts that made their way to the front of your brain but it became increasingly difficult with the surrounding sounds of nature.

it should be calming, but the rustling of leaves in the wind, branches crackling, and small critters playing around had you thinking about your place among them, you had yet to make the distinction if it was natural or not.

more noises entered your brain, the pitter-patter of paws as they hit the ground, the clinking of metal, the wail of an animal — wait a second…

successfully pulled from your attempt at meditation, you spin your head to figure out what direction the sound had come from. another wail put you in the right direction.

your moves were soft and calculated, you attempted to make no noise in hopes you wouldn’t scare the creature further. approaching a clearing, the first thing you saw were black and orange stopes, making identifying the creature easy.

i should’ve stayed my black ass at home.

you thought as you were facing the back of a tiger. an angry tiger that was caught in a trap nonetheless. you immediately made a move to turn around and let any nearby monks know of the predicament, surely they were better prepared for this. but then you heard shouting in the distance, human voices. the tiger thrashed its head around in a frenzy, trying to escape but only pulling on its injured leg more. in its attempted escape, it made eye contact with you.

you stilled. it stilled. the jungle suddenly became eerily silent. the voices were becoming closer and the tiger got more and more agitated. surely, it did not want to see what was on the other side. you raised your hands in front of you and crouched, making yourself appear smaller to it. what the fuck am i doing?!

your heart was pounding and the silence was so deafening you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. you inched closer and closer, your hands never leaving the tiger’s vision as if that were to convey that you weren’t a threat like whoever was looking for it. it growled as you approached and you stilled again.

“do you want my help or not?” you backed away a little and suddenly it seemed to understand your intentions. it chuffed. almost beckoning you to approach again. taking a deep breath, you got to a point where you could reach over and mess with the trap, you made no move to get closer.

you finally break eye contact to take a look at the trap. a standard bear trap. you go to touch it and the tiger growls again. this time, you feel it reverberate through you due to your proximity. so you remove your hand.

“look,” you point at it as if it were some common house cat, your eyes a bit grounded now as you look the large creature in the face, “you’re trying to get away from something and I’m trying to help.

do you want to be someone’s throw rug or continue frolicking through the jungle?”

it turned its head away from you with a gruff. you take a look around until you are able to find the release switch, then you maneuver your fingers through the teeth and pry it open until all of a sudden, the tiger snatches it’s paw from the trap. frightened, you squeak and quickly pull your fingers out as the trap went off again, nearly taking them clean off.

you fall back on your butt with your arms covering your face preemptively. peaking through your shut eyes, you see the tiger standing over you. you can take in its large stature now from its standing position. it was easily twice your size. the growling returned, this time, drool dripped from its barred teeth. you wanted to curse a god - liu kang, perhaps - about your predicament. how you went out trying to be nice and instead of praise, you were mauled to death by a maneater.

as the tiger’s face inched closer, you pleaded with it not to eat you. you felt it’s cold nose press against your chest and take a deep inhale. with shaky hands, you place your hands on either side of its face, fingers threaded through the fur in case you had to forcefully remove it.

suddenly there was rustling nearby and both you and the beast whipped your heads to look at the source. as quickly as it was on you, it had receded to the tree line with a newfound limp. you propped yourself on your elbows to look at it as it slinked away. before disappearing completely, it turned its large head back to you and gave you one last chuff.

“there you are.” a familiar voice broke you out of your staring contest. “you okay?” raiden asked, seeing your blown eyes and messy form. you look one last time at where the tiger had gone, but it wasn’t there.

“yeah.”

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you threw a punch towards kung lao who used his forearm to redirect it. you replanted yourself as to not fall over and used your non-dominant arm to send another punch which he dodged. now on the defensive, you quickly brought your arms into an x to block his kick which sent you back a bit. still standing, you came out of your defensive position only to find him running directly toward you. you internally panicked, looking left and right to find an escape. to your left you could see your spectators: liu kang, johnny, raiden, and kenshi who would soon make the decision on whether or not you could be support on the mission the god of fire had yet to disclose you on. kung lao was closer now, you could see him winding back to land a strike on you. with approximately 3 seconds until impact, your neurons raced on adrenaline, trying to rack your brain for any reaction.

you found it as you pulled one of your solo lessons with liu kang from the back of your brain. “face your fears or face defeat every time” he said as he threw a couple combos of his own, leaving you on your ass each time you hesitated or tried to run from him. in his assessment he mentioned one thing that stood out to you, “you seem to be stronger and sturdier when you use your core and legs, i suggest you use them more often.” you were broken out of your head when you heard johnny cheering for you.

“kick his ass y/n!”

you know what you must do. as kung lao reared his arm back, you took a form similar to a handstand to plant yourself on your arms, effectively raising your lower half in the air. carrying the momentum through, you bring your legs back and scorpion kicked kung lao right in the face, breaking his flow. he grabbed his nose trying to recuperate from the blow. still maintaining the handstand, you use one arm to grab on to his leg. he looks down at you in confusion and sees you sticking your tongue out at him before finishing your roundoff, dragging him to the ground. you were careful to not land on his face, planting both feet just beside his chest. his razor hat which he usually smugly wore had rolled off in the direction of the spectators before spinning and wobbling until it stopped right by liu kang’s feet.

“wooooo! i told you she would win. she’s had to manage like, multiple fangirls for me.” johnny said while nudging raiden’s side.

“the rules were that the first person on the ground longer than 3 seconds loses. y/n wins.” liu kang said with a smile on his face.

you reach down to help kung lao from the ground which he gladly accepts though he brushes himself off to hide his damaged ego. you walk over to his prized hat and pick it up, placing it on your own head.

“y/n - 2, kung lao - 0” you crossed your arms and held your head high.

“actually kung lao - 1. you nearly cried the first time you were partnered.” kenshi broke your confident smile. he snatched kung lao’s hat from your head and returned it to its rightful owner who accepted it graciously. you turn to him and flip him off as liu kang rolled his eyes at your childish behavior. he cleared his throat which caused all the commotion to halt immediately. you lined up amongst the men, standing between kenshi and raiden. from an outside perspective, the height difference would be laughable.

“well, we had a deal did we not? all those in favor of solidifying y/n’s position as one of Earthrealm’s protectors speak now.” liu kang turned to raiden first.

“i accept.” raiden shot you a smile as he was the one who spoke highly of you to liu kang in the first place.

“i accept.” kung lao nodded. he felt more confident in your ability to hold your own after you beat him, the smug bastard.

“for sure.” johnny said with no hesitation. he felt a swell of pride in his chest at your growing smile with each member’s approval.

“i do not…” kenshi began. you felt your heart skip a few beats. you held back tears from building in your eyes. you were sure that you had worked out your differences, “disagree with the others.”

“i am so gonna beat your ass, takahashi.” johnny said before you could begin to put a curse on his bloodline.

“oh it was just a joke, cage. she’s clearly capable of holding her own.” kenshi clapped a hand on your back.

“well then it is settled.” liu kang sent you a look that ‘i told you so’, as if he knew this would happen.

“now as for your mission. raiden and i will head to the capital of Outworld as he must conduct diplomatic business as Earthrealm’s champion. it will also double as cover for your whereabouts. you four must find this man and bring him back for questioning.

he handed kenshi the scroll which he unraveled to show a man with long hair who wore a smirk that definitely said ‘i am up to no good’.

“yes. If what I fear has happened, he is a grave threat to the realms.”

“shang tsung is a master of deceit —“

“oh so like a pathological liar.” you interrupt.

“Do not trust a word he utters.”

“sounds a lot like my first agent.” johnny joked.

kenshi sent you both a look. “and these are the tools we need to get the job done? can we have support from some of the monks?” obviously referring to you too.

“your words don’t hurt me takahashi. you complimented me earlier so no take-backs.” you crossed your arms and turned your face away from him in mock disgust. you stood closer to the silent observer kung lao.

“‘this one’ has all the requirements for the job.” johnny walked up, nearly bumping chests with kenshi.

liu kang stopped the argument from getting any further, “This mission must be done quietly. By sending you on this mission, I am breaking my word with Empress Sindel by sending you there against her knowledge.”

“i assure you kangaroo, i will cover our tracks. it’s what i do best.” you smile trying to air out the tension.

“is that a diss towards me or — ow!” you stepped on johnny’s foot to shut him up.

liu kang also handed kenshi a talisman that he said would help guide you to his location like a GPS.

“be careful,” he looked at kenshi. “and may the Elder God’s protect you.”

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to say you weren’t tired would make you no better than a liar that Shang Tsung was said to be. the men were much taller which meant that you had to take more strides to keep up with them. the armored gear did nothing but weigh you down and make you sweat in the desert-like heat. you even made them stop a couple times to dump sand out of your shoes.

johnny spoke for you when groaned and asked, “are we there yet?”

“how old are you again? five?” kenshi spoke without looking behind him as he led the group. you lagged behind with kung lao keeping casual conversation as you let the duo duke it out how they typically do.

“so kung lao, what did you do back in…”

“fengjian,” he finished for you. “i was a humble farmer.”

“‘humble’ farmer turned warrior. i’m sure this is doing wonders for your ego.” you rolled your eyes and twirled your locs, bored and wanting to keep your hands busy.

“what about you?”

“easy. i was orphaned and became johnny’s assistant.” you answered a bit too quickly for kung lao’s liking.

“so was that like right after the other or?” he tried to coax a little more out.

“oh no. i was jumping through orphanage after orphanage until i aged out of the system. i was already a teenager when my family died and no one wants damaged goods. they all want a baby they can pass as theirs. with what little money i had made through jobs, i booked a ticket for L.A and didn’t look back.”

“surely you had other family that could’ve taken you in.” lao tilted his head in confusion.

“they all think i should’ve died that night too.”

“oh.”

“it’s alright. then, when i made it to L.A, i got a job as a cleaning lady under a company and slept in a cardboard fort.”

“i’m sorry —“ you quickly cut him off.

“don’t be. it was the most fabulous cardboard fort the world had ever seen. then as any fan fiction would go, my serviced were hired out to johnny. since he’s a millennial superstar, current technology and trends aren’t really his strong suit. i’m young and love trends so i helped him with how to cash out on social media. he loved it, his fans loved it, and so he went looking for me one day for more ideas and saw the state of my life. i’ll never know why he took a chance on me, but i owe him everything.”

you look forward to see johnny dragging his feet in the sand like a child being made to take their first steps. you laugh to yourself about how your description of a man wanting to help the less fortunate sure didn’t behave like the man who was featured in Forbes’ ’30 Under 30’.

“guess i was wrong about him.” lao sighed.

“johnny just doesn’t cope very well. his job is to make others happy, even when he isn’t all the time. try that for a week and i think you’d be more appreciative that he acts like this rather than some grump like kenshi often is.”

“these boots surely weren’t meant for walking.” johnny complained again.

suddenly, all the compassion kung lao felt went out of the window at the reference.

“if that’s all the pain you’ll feel today, consider yourself lucky.” he said almost unconsciously.

“oh, im feeling lucky. i’ve got Sento strapped to my back.”

“oh, that’s not the flex you think it is.” you winced as johnny had undone your work of trying to make him look good.

“i will reclaim it, cage.” kenshi’s voice had turned cold.

‘i will never speak proudly about a white man again’ you thought to yourself

“are you not cold?” you asked lao as you crossed your arms over your chest to brace against the chill that had begun to take effect.

“no. why?” his focus turning back to you.

“you’re always sleeveless. are you not impacted by the weather? you trying to impress someone by being a manwhore with your arms out?”

“is it working?”

“i regret asking.”

you were broken out of your conversation when you approached kenshi and johnny arguing. you only caught the last of it.

“i got out. i need my clan out, too! we can’t be apart of their crimes any longer.”

the talisman glowing is what stopped kenshi’s death glare from actually killing johnny.

you and kung lao walked passed johnny who remained still. lao, the ever so petty, flashed the light in his face like a mic-drop.

“y/n, help me out here” he started.

“i’m sure you deserved it.” you kept walking, a little irritated at his behavior.

you finally arrived upon a town that looked to be in shambles. you caught johnny looking at you out of the corner of you eye and so with a sigh, you brought out your phone to record the altercation you were witnessing.

the people were disfigured to say the least. their lips pulled back to reveal rows of teeth. their skin looked as though it was made of stone blades as they fought back against the palace guards.

“shang tsung is here.” kenshi said as a matter-of-fact.

“there.” you point out a figure who held a syringe before plunging it into one of the disfigured people.

“this reminds me of..” johnny started.

“this reminds me of how i’m telling your fans you sleep with 10 stuffed animals when this is done.” you turn to him to return a look that says there is a time and place.

silence.

“jokes on you, they already know.” he muttered.

you were interrupted by the beginning of a coup as the group of beings started to retaliate against Shang Tsung and his followers. Just as Shang Tsung was getting engaged, you spoke.

“is this the part where we join in or?” you said, looking to kenshi.

“seems like they’re doing fine without us.” johnny took a step back.

“liu kang needs him alive.” is all kenshi said before leaping into battle. all you could do was follow your self-imposed leader.

kenshi grabbed the man before he could finish shang tsung. he kicked kung lao and johnny as they each went in for their attacks. you watched that in his moment of rest, shang tsung transformed in to one of the disfigured beings before sneaking off.

“i would have killed him but for you!” the man’s voice was gravely. you stepped forth between kenshi and the large brute. you held your hands up as to signal peace.

“understandable, but we’re hear to retrieve him so he may face punishment for his crimes alive.”

“then you will die.” oh ok.

“i’ll handle him, you go help cage and kung lao hold off the others.” he didn’t have to tell you twice.

you held your own. it seems as if the others did not possess the ability to form blades as the man you encountered just before. you focused on providing support and assist whenever kung lao or johnny got tired or faced multiple opponents. as small as you were, it worked as you often evaded attacks and attempts to grab you.

you look back over your shoulder to see kenshi had worn the brute out, but the others were still closing in.

kenshi made quick work to dispatch tension and explain the situation. and as he attempted to make a friendly gesture, the brute introduced himself as baraka and told you all that their appearance is an effect of a disease called Tarkat. by his explanation, it was to your understanding that these were a doomed people.

with kenshi as your negotiator, baraka stood the army of Tarkatans down and allowed you to pass.

“the talisman…” you pointed out. it had gone out.

“i know where to find him.“ baraka’s gravelly voice sounded.

“then by all means.” kung lao stepped back to let baraka lead the way.

“great. more walking.” johnny muttered and rolled his eyes.

How about Liu Kang and black!reader have a daughter and her being a daddy's girl

my heart I-

He loves his little girl so much and anyone who fucks with her is dead, like there's no other way to put it.

She's for sure a daddy's girl

"Daddy, can you tie my shoes,""I want Daddy to do my hair""Daddy look at my dress"

If she could she would spend all day in Liu Kang's arms or on his lap

He'd be so impressed if she inherited some of his powers, especially if she showed signs of this as a baby.

Spoils the fuck out of her

Y'all know how bald headed black dads do everything for their daughters, well Liu Kang is like that but on a hundred.

It's real bad cause that man is quite literally a god.

Would You?

Kenshi Takahashi x black!reader(can be gn, but with female reader in mind)

Synopsis: takes place (almost) right after kenshi became blind basically….yah

A/N:reader and kenshi are dating but are thinking about marriage fr, kinda angsty(not really), but  kinda fluffy towards the end?

 “Why didn’t you just leave me?” Kenshi asked as the two of you walked, his hand on your shoulder. Johnny and the others were far ahead. You reached up and held his hand, still draped over your shoulder. 

“Why would I?” You heard him huff from behind you.

 “I just thought that-”

“Well you most certainly thought wrong. Blind or not, there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you, especially after I went through the trials of getting my parents to love you.”

He most likely raised an eyebrow.

“What? They don’t like me…” 

“Trust me, they do. It’s always,’when is your boyfriend coming back over?’ and ‘are you guys gonna get married yet?” You let go of his hand, and he continues to rest it on your shoulder.

“Well…are we?”

“Hey! Lovebirds! Done making out with your minds yet?” Johnny yelled from ahead, waving his arms.

“Shut up!” You yelled in annoyance. Kenshi chuckles.

 You shrugged his hand off then stopped walking, holding your arm out to stop Kenshi.

“What?” He asked. You grabbed both of his hands, standing across from him. 

“...What’s going on?” He asked in uncertainty. 

“Would you?” You asked, making sure the others were distracted. You could barely see them anymore. 

 “Would I what?” 

“You know…marry me!” 

You could see his eyebrows raise past his blindfold. “I-I mean-”

“Terrible timing, I know, but I think we could do it.” You told him, squeezing his hands. 

 “This just reminds me of when we first met, and you had asked me to marry you right off the bat. If you truly mean it this time, then I would.” 

You let go of his hands and practically jumped around like a child screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” 

 “You’re such a child…” He joked in a loving tone. 

“Well at least this child is marrying you.” You retorted, caressing his arm.

He chuckled softly, reaching for your hand. 

“Now…where did they go?” You said to yourself, now firmly holding his hand. 

“Finally!” Johnny exclaimed when you guys found your way back. “Were you two…fooling around?”

You could only just stare at him in shock. “...What?”