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lucarionite9364 · 4 months ago

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Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader Ch 1

(Slow burn Childhood friends to enemies to lovers)

CW: fight scenes (not graphically typed yet), eventual fluff/romance/smut, I’ll mark more as I post more.

Word Count: 4183

A/N: this is a reader insert into MK1 story mode/plotline. This, things might be different but that keeps it interesting :3

I also posted this to Ao3, so feel free to check it out there too!

There once was a boy you knew. He was erratic in behavior and even more unsteady in personality. Always covered in scratches and scars, you helped him when no one else would. Regardless of his nature, he was your best friend. He stuck by you growing up, and you both evolved into harborers of chaos. You both despised the disgusting, fascist rule of Seido, and wished to liberate its people.

This way of thinking got you both into insurmountable amounts of trouble. Your parents, not wanting you to stray from the goodwill of order, had said that night that you stay away from the boy. You were utterly crushed. He was the only friend you had, your confidant, your equal in matters of mayhem. You sought out the dark haired boy and told him you were forbidden from ever seeing him again. Enraged by your parents' idea of control, you both cursed Seido’s regime, and decided to run away together. Being young and dumb, neither of you got very far. Orderrelm’s guards had found you at your parents' request, and had you sent home.

They decided that you could only learn the right path where he could not find you. As such, you were sent to Earthrelm, to begin anew, and unlearn your heinous ways of disarray. You were enraged, not because you were being sent away, but because you never could say goodbye to him. He was crushed when he heard that you were gone. He was told you had resented his ways, and that was why you had left. He was wholly crushed. You were his only friend and he had come to find out you had not loved him at all. He vowed that he would not only seek his vengeance on Seido, but on you as well. With each passing day his resentment grew, and with each passing day, you yearned to be by his side once more. The boy you grew up with, and had come to love with all your heart. That boy’s name was Dairou. . .

You could still picture his face in your mind. The dark hair that always fell over his eyes. The big smile he always wore even in the face of injustice. His cute nose that had scrunch lines from his expressiveness. And those eyes. Those deep, beautiful eyes that always looked upon you with adoration when nothing else was right. The carefully preserved image of him danced around in your head, frequenting your dreams. It was almost as if you could still hear him calling your name.

“Y/N. . .”

Dairou?

“Y/N.”

Dairou, is that you?

“Wake up Y/N.” The voice faded into one that was not his.

What?

You shot up from your sleep to hear, “Wake up! We have training–” SMACK!

“OUCH!” You cover your head in pain as you look to see who you just headbutted. Kung Lao is keeled over on the floor holding his own head in discomfort.

“A simple ‘good morning’ would have been just fine ya know.” You scramble out of bed to apologize but end up falling on top of the monk. He lets out a wheeze as the wind is knocked out of him. You shout out apologies as you get off him and help him up. He remains clutching his stomach as he talks.

“Sometimes your chaotic nature isn’t the greatest thing ever.” Before you can ask what that means, he is quick to shoot out, “No offense.” You simply roll your eyes and tell him to get out so you can get dressed for the day.

When was the last time I had dreamed about him? Why now? I can’t be distracted. Not when the tournament is coming up.

You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your daze, but you still see his face. Those piercing black eyes gazing at you. Wishing you were still here. After a few seconds you realize you’ve been staring at your reflection in the mirror. Looking at the dark circles under your eyes, you think Kung Lao could have given you a few more minutes of rest. Chuckling to yourself, you head to your wardrobe to pull out a fresh training uniform. You get dressed quickly and pause as you look down at the bracelet you always wore.

It was a handmade bracelet you and Dairou made for each other when you were young. It is crafted from various ribbon, string, and beads you found. It’s not pretty, but that is what makes it more special to you. You both weaved each piece together with no regard for the final product. As such, it is a colorfully chaotic accessory you both swore to never take off. It represents your bond, no matter how chaotic the world or the outside may be. In this case, the outside being the unsightly bracelet. Smiling to yourself, you put your hair out of your face and made your way to the training grounds.

--Today is a big day; the day Liu Kang chooses his champion for Earthrealm. --

You find Johnny and Kenshi first. The former has his phone out while recording the latter’s training warm up. Kenshi maneuvered his sword with such grace and expertise. If you ever learn to use a katana, he will be the man you'Il go to for sure. It seems Johnny hasn’t noticed your presence in the training ground. Or if he has, he finds his phone more interesting, though, that’s not likely knowing him.

You look around for Kung Lao, only to find he is nowhere to be seen.

Hypocrite, he tells me to be at training and yet here he is, not here. Typical Kung Lao fashion it seems. As his whereabouts remain a mystery to you, you turn your attention to the friendliest of them all, Raiden. Although, it doesn’t seem like he will be so friendly with the monks sparring with him. Giggling, you walk over to where he is about to begin his training.

“Mind if I watch Raiden? I promise to only observe this time.” You flash him a smirk, knowing you truly wouldn’t do anything. . . This time. He's quick to respond, “Only if you promise NOT to trip me this time.” You snort, “Oh come on, it was only one time. Alas, I promise, I will just watch. Orderrealm's honor,” you hold up your right hand in mock honesty. “You hated Orderrealm,” he deadpans. You roll your eyes and smile as you push him into his sparring circle. You take a seat on the edge of his ring, keeping a good distance so you don’t get in the way.

Raiden gives the signal to begin and a group of eight start circling around him. Wiggling in anticipation, you eagerly await when the first monk will strike. A brave soul takes the first jab, trying to catch him off guard. He easily deflects the attack and finishes him with a swift hit to the sternum. Another comes from behind for a side-kick. Letting out a gasp, you almost think he had a shot on Raiden. Foolish are you to think that would get him. He deflects both the kick and the oncoming jab; returning the actions with a jump-kick to the face.

You cringe internally as that had to have hurt. He ends up in a fighting stance immediately. Ready for the next attack. His attention shifts behind him as the next challenger goes for an easily blocked punch. With a second punch blocked, Raiden grabs and twists his arm out of the way and lands a harsh kick to the face again. He goes back to the middle of the circle and presumes a defensive stance. Raising his hands in the air, he circles them around to signal the end of the session.

Watching his form is mesmerizing, he trains endlessly and it shows in his perfected stance. You let out loud applause at his show of skill. He smiles at your praise, then turns his attention to the approaching Kung Lao. “Way to show up to practice Lao.” You give him a smug grin until you notice the most peculiar hat in his hands, “What in all the realms is that?” He is quick to respond, “I was practicing. I was practicing making this beauty.” Raiden chimes in, “That is not a good idea.” “It is genius, Raiden.” Leo retorts. “I agree, this is an excellent idea. The chaos that will ensue is sure to be good.” You grin while reaching to nab his hat. He pulls it away from your reach and continues on. “The next time we see Sub-Zero, I will have to thank him for inspiring it.” He finishes by running his fingers across the bladed edge of the hat. Hissing in pain, he seems to have cut himself.

“See? It won’t be effective.” It was at this time you notice Johnny had been recording Raiden’s training and this interaction the whole time. Kung Lao rolls his eyes as he prepares his impromptu demonstration. He flings his hat at the wood training dummy in the training grounds and it slices it in half with ease. As the hat comes back around like a boomerang, Lao catches it, spinning it on the tip of his fingers. You look upon his act in awe as Raiden looks more shocked than anything. “Maybe it's too effective.” He states bluntly.

Kung Lao simply puts his hat on and smiles at proving him wrong.

“We just need to get on with it. We’ve been cooped up here for months.” Johnny says, walking up to where you are. “I can’t base a cinematic universe on Outworld’s monsters and magic if I don’t ever see them. You roll your eyes, “It hasn’t been that long Johnny. We will see all the fun and madness eventually.” “Says you, you’ve seen it all before.” Scoffing, “Have not, just because I am not from Earthrelm doesn't mean I have been to Outworld.” He was about to retort, but Kenshi walks up and speaks instead.

“That’s why you’re here?” He looks annoyed, rightfully so at the next thing that leaves the actor’s mouth. “Liu Kang said that this gig would change the arc of my life. That’s how it gets done. My ex will rue the day she gave up on me.” Kung Lao just crosses his arms as the rest of you roll your eyes. Kenshi sarcastically says, “So selfless.” Johnny isn't having any attitude so he shoots back a quip of his own. “Oh please tattoo, you’re just here to get your sword back.” You chuckle at their petty squabble. Raiden is quick to diffuse the argument, “We all have our reasons for being here. Some better than others,” he looks from Kenshi to Johnny at that last part, “But we are not here to fight among ourselves. We are here to fight for Earthrealm.”

You think briefly about your reason for being here. You were stranded in Earthrealm, and given the opportunity to fight for yourself by Liu Kang. Being at the Wu Shi for most of your life, you now see the kindness of him taking you in. You still can’t help but wonder how things could have been had you stayed in Orderrealm. If you stayed with– BWONG! The sound of the gong snapped you out of your mind, and the others out of their disagreement. You hear Johnny remark as you fidget with your bracelet, “It’s about damn time.”

Liu Kang walks out from the canopy and begins his announcement, picking up where your conversation left off. “And today, one of you will be chosen to fight for it at the tournament.” You all look a little confused until Raiden speaks up. “Only one of us, Lord Liu Kang? Isn’t Outworld fielding several champions?” “The tournament’s rules give the host realm that advantage. And it is Outworld’s turn as host.” He states. You let out a huff, “Well that sucks.” Raiden turns to glare at your remark, but Johnny distracts you both. “You know, I don’t know why I’ve never asked this, but uhhhh, what’s our record at this tournament?”

“Earthrealm and Outworld have long been evenly matched. But Outworld is gaining strength. Should it win, its more militant factions will be emboldened.” He says with a stern expression. This confuses you, and Raiden voices your concern. “I thought you admired Outworld.” “It is a place of great knowledge, wealth, and beauty. But our realms do not share goals and beliefs,” he steps from the canopy and continues walking, “We coexist peacefully because Outworld respects our strength. Should we show weakness, our rival will become an enemy.” using a more grave tone at the last half, this causes a shudder to run down your spine.

Kung Lao is proud to chime in, “I will not lose, Lord Liu Kang.” “First,” Liu Kang starts, “You must win the right to represent us. Whichever one of you outlasts the others will be chosen.” He sits down on his chair and the monks kneel on the ground behind him. You all look around at each other in anticipation. Excited to earn the right to become the champion.

“Y/N,” he starts, “It is with a heavy heart that I say that you will be unable to become our champion.” Your heart sinks. “But Lord Liu Kang, I have been here the longest. Why am I unable to be your champion?” You nearly yell, but you contain your disbelief to a more respectful volume. The hurt you feel is evident as Liu Kang continues. “It is not because you are not good enough, you are one of my most skilled warriors and I could not be prouder of you.” You almost let out a tear at his appraisal. “Then . . . why?” You take in a shaky breath. He looks at you softly. “It is because you are not of Earthrealm descent. You are from Orderrealm. That is why you are not permitted to participate. I am sorry.” You look down at the ground. Head spinning as you take in his words.

Kung Lao places his hand on your shoulder for comfort. Liu kang’s words make sense, but it still hurts that he had not told you sooner. “I understand, Lord Liu Kang.” You bow as you walk over and kneel beside him next to the other monks. You wipe the frown off your face and shout, “May the best man win!”

“Raiden,” Liu Kang calls, “Step forward.” The mentioned man steps up and bows his head, lifting it as Johnny calls out, “Good call. Cull the weak first.” He smirks at Raiden. “You shall face him, Johnny Cage.” Liu Kang states with a bored face. This warrants a snicker out of you and Cage glares at you. Kenshi chimes in, “Ready for your close up?” Kung Lao and Kenshi both back away as the two fighters take their positions. “All right, let’s do this. But remember, farm boy, I'm a global martial arts icon,” he waves his arms out in show, “I don’t think you can handle this much boom.”

Liu Kang rolls his eyes at Johnny’s air of cockiness. The fight begins and ends almost as quickly as it started. Johnny was overconfident and Raiden had dedicated himself to this fight. Raiden desired to prove himself worthy of the title of champion, and Johnny could simply not handle his abilities.

Raiden helps the star off the ground and the latter quickly retreats, with Kenshi taking his place. You look at Johnny and whisper to him, “So much for all that boom, huh?” He just frowns at you and looks to the next fight. You wonder how this fight will turn out as Kenshi has more experience in real fights than Raiden.

The fight lasts longer than the previous encounter. They trade blows more effectively, but alas, Raiden comes out victorious. Raiden had shown that he not only had the heart, but the nerve necessary to emerge victorious. Kenshi stands and they both bow in respect for the other. Liu Kang announces that we can rest and that Raiden will face his final challenge this evening. The anticipation can be felt by the final challengers: Raiden and Kung Lao.

“You did amazing, Raiden!” You slap him on the back lightly. “Thank you, I tried my best.” He gives you a warm smile. You pull him into a side hug, which he gladly accepts. With an unsuspecting smile on your face, you creep your hand up to his hat slowly. “I was shocked how quickly you beat Johnny, it was incredible.” “You give me far too much credit.” He shoves you away and makes a quick grab for your hand, but you were quicker to pull the string attached to your finger away. Your yo-yo yanking the hat right off his head and directly onto yours. This leaves Raiden spinning after his hat.

“I expected you to notice my hand sooner.” You take the hat and spin it upside down on your finger. This makes the other men laugh and Raiden’s dumbfounded face. He tries to make a grab for the hat, but you move out of the way. You release your yo-yo, which you named Reaper, to wrap around Raiden’s arm, and pull it back quickly to make him spin around. He takes this chance to sweep your legs and snatch the hat as you fall to the ground. OOF, that knocked the wind out of you.

He reaches out an arm to help you up, but you grip it and pull him down to the ground with you. He chuckles out, “Enough with the yo-yo pranks.” “Aw, but they’re so much fun for jokes.” You give and fake pout as you both stand up. “At least for now,” Kung Lao says, “He needs to be at full strength if he even wants to think about beating me for the title of champion.” “Ever the humble one I see Lao. Nothing like Raiden who toots his own horn everyday.” You say with utmost sarcasm.

“Very funny Y/N.” Lao huffs. However, Raiden cuts you both off, “I will have to agree, I will need my strength for tonight’s fight. I must rest up. It would be wise for you to do the same Kung Lao.” He gives a stern look to the hat wielder. “Fine, fine. We will see how the best man is tonight.” With this, you all go your separate ways in preparation for this evening's big event.

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It’s night when you all gather again for the final fight. The two farm boys have been kneeling in front of each other for several minutes, silently awaiting their command to begin. You stand behind the rows of monks next to the swordsman and the Hollywood star. The former set of boys calmly arise. Looking at each other like they both need this chance, but only one can emerge champion.

“Fifty bucks says Kung Lao wins.” Johnny quips with a smirk. “Make it interesting, bet me Sento.” Kenshi replies, but Cage is quick to answer back, “Not on your life.” “Guys. Calm down. They both have a strong chance to win. Let’s see how this unfolds, hm?” You break up the fight and get them to chill out. With this, Liu Kang arises from his seat as he introduces the match with great authority.

“Raiden. Kung Lao. The winner of this match represents Earthrealm against Outworld. It is a grave duty, not to be undertaken lightly.” The atmosphere grows more serious than before. Everyone pays close attention to his words as he continues. “You may step back now and suffer no dishonor.” The look of determination in their eyes grew as he finished his preamble. “I choose to fight, Lord Liu Kang.” Raiden proudly claims. “As do I.” Kung Lao follows. Liu Kang looks upon his warriors, “Then may the best man win.” He bows in respect to them individually. He returns to his seat to wait for the action to begin.

“Concede, Raiden. You have never beaten me. That won’t change today.” “No? If the monks have taught us one thing, it’s that the only constant in the universe is change.”

And how right he was without even knowing it yet. You nudge Johnny on the side “Ever the eloquent man, hmm?” The actor had to stifle a chuckle, “If he could fight with words alone he could rival that of Liu Kang.” You can even see Kenshin smirk at that remark. You turn your attention back to your friends. You wish that they both could become champion, but you knew only one could emerge victorious.

You watch the fight unfold before you. They were both so quick on their feet it felt like watching a tornado. In Kung Lao’s case, he had a move that actually looked like a tornado. They exchanged blow after blow. Kick after punch after jab. Neither wanted to give up the fight. It was when Kung Lao slipped up that Raiden took advantage and was able to beat him.

Kung Lao sat on the ground, utterly defeated. “There is a first time for everything, Kung Lao.” Raiden helped his friend off the ground. The god stood from his chair, “Although you have all trained well, Raiden has excelled. The outcome does not surprise me.” You can only wonder what he meant by that statement.

Kung Lao looks distraught. “How could I have–” You placed a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you and you feel his hurt. He then turns to Raiden, leaving your touch. “Congratulations Raiden.” He quickly lowers his head at the new champion. Liu Kang held out a small box in his hand. “For the tournament, you will need this.” He opens the box, and inside is a glowing blue amulet.

Raiden takes the item from its case and studies it. There is lightning that can be heard crackling from it. Everyone was curious what it was. “Forged by the Elder Gods, it gives the wearer power over lighting and thunder.” When Raiden seems awestruck by the charm, Liu Kang continues, “Go ahead, try it.”

Raiden takes a breath and turns to face the large statue in the courtyard. He readies his stance as he gathers energy and holds the amulet up to wield its power. An immense stream of lightning bolts from his hand. Your eyes go wide in amazement. You had only seen elemental magic from Liu Kang.

It seems Johnny had also not seen such a thing before as he had his phone out, recording the whole thing. “Holy Ark of the Covenant!” He could only voice his wonder, as if his face was not amused enough.

Raiden stops his show of newfound power, “It is incredible, but is it necessary?” Liu Kang spoke, “In addition to possessing great might, the Outworlders you will face also wield great magic. The amulet levels the playing field.”

As Raiden contemplates the magic, Kung Lao comes up to him. “You must be careful, Raiden. You could get hurt. Even killed!” He had a worried look upon his face. Regardless of losing, he still cared a great deal about his friend.

“No tournament participant has ever been grievously injured or killed,” He attempts to comfort the new champion. “I would never send my champions unwittingly into mortal kombat.” Raiden nods in understanding.

“We leave in seven days for Outworld’s capital, Sun Do. The tournament will be held at the Palace of Empress Sindel.” “Wait, we are leaving for Outworld in a week? Are we really ready for this Lord Liu Kang?” You look at him with worry evident on your face. His gaze softens at you, “I trust that you are ready for whatever may face you all ahead. Have faith that all you have learned in your time here will not fail you.”

“How can you be so certain?” You ask the question on everyone’s minds. “Have confidence in yourself and your comrades, and the rest will fall into place,” This eases your concern slightly. “Now, you must all go rest. We do not have long before we travel to Outworld. There is more preparation and training to be done.”

You all head off to your rooms and try to sleep. For yourself, and you predict for others as well, the anticipation of the journey in front of you keeps your slumber at an arm's length. You can’t help but feel nervous, like something maybe not bad, but unexpected will happen. Whatever will happen, you will face it then. For now, you calm yourself down, and let your mind slowly drift off into peaceful sleep. . .

End Notes: I am potentially gonna add mini chapters where reader talks to some characters individually. I am doing this to add more substance to the story (which everyone already knows) and to add more originality to it. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism or feedback on my writing. I'll also try to keep myself consistent in writing/updating.

I’m also gonna try actually formatting it next time,, this looks like a hot mess😭

Have a swag-tastic day--

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2cutie · 10 months ago

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Can I request: Possessive husband Havik(mk1) x wife fem s/o who was a slave like him; she is sweet and gentle and the only one who can calm Havik whenever he gets angry and also the only one whom Havik will allow her to call him by his real name Dairou she escapes with him from slavery thanks to her vast telepathy and telekinesis and she gave him a daughter please?

cracks knuckles today, havik, i have forced you to have slept with us, the readers. tis not the bed you made, but it's the one i'm forcing you to sleep in. Angsty but sweet ending. Enjoyy! Not sure if it's exactly what you wanted! But I read 'possessive husband' and I grabbed onto it with my grubby hands

It was nothing less than suspicious how you didn't feel the absolute glower he was sending your way. And it wasn't like you couldn't see him - actually no you couldn't, but like Havik would believe that in the state of enrage he was in. His teeth ground at the display before him.

When did you and Reiko get so friendly, anyways?

It's not like you had been in Outworld too long. Give or take a few months, but that didn't explain the sudden connection between you two unlikely candidates, and Reiko didn't seem like he was being innocent.

Havik had brought you along to Outworld because you were tactful; more organized that he was in his constant state of chaos. With Hotaru's control advancing daily, Havik was forced to look anywhere in the realms for allies to revolt. The decision was heavy, but you both had to leave your child in the safety of your home and friends as you went to Outworld.

That alone pricked his skin with paranoia most days; the uncertainty of exactly what was happening, where his child was and what she was doing. Uncertainty grew each day, and Hotaru was not forgiving. Havik was generally an always on-edged persona, ready to crack if the pressure was harsh enough. But now, more than ever.

Which brought you both here, allied to Shao Khan who would promise to free Chaosrealm for your aide first.

But you were supposed to be rallying forces; promoting the cause. So why were you flirting with Reiko?

In actuality, you were not. In the very back of his senseless mind he knew you weren't. But it didn't make him like the display any less. He watched, his breathes leaving him as deep growls opposed to air. You smiled, even laughed. Jealousy was itching under his skin.

You were so kind, so gentle - it was a call for attention in a world full of hostility. You were so vulnerable.

Havik tensed when Reiko put a hand upon your shoulder, lingering longer than he needed to. He rubbed your bicep, the way he leaned down to you when he spoke…

That almost sent him off. He felt his eye dilate in on the war general, his fingers twitching. He just managed to keep his composure. He knew Reiko's nature. He fought beside him in the battles for General Shao. He didn't trust him. And he certainly didn't trust him around you.

You laughed, again. So he was funny now?

Havik was practically seething. His teeth gritted harder, and his breaths shuddered. He kept his anger at bay by envisioning tearing Reiko's wrist clean off his body for touching you. But it only radiated that desire more. He was so tempted to just pull you away, then and there, and show everyone just who you belonged to.

You bore his child, not Reiko's. And you could do it again.

...He needed to calm down.

Havik blinked.

Then something happened.

Reiko went too far.

His hands were digging into your hips. He towered over you with a seductive smirk and he was backing you up to the nearest wall. It wasn't a friendly conversation anymore; it was well past flirting. Havik's plasma burned and he shot off the wall he leaned against.

Reiko leaned in, and when you turned away, he only pushed into your neck.

Your telepathy crossed Havik's mind in a panic: A plea for help.

He moved as soon as he had your permission to. Without a thought of how to do so; he would figure it out when he got there. Though he had a few ideas. He knew you wouldn't like them.

He shoved his way between you and Reiko, shouldering him with brute strength backwards. Reiko stumbled back at the surprise intrusion, and he clashed with a few people before righting his stance.

Reiko bore his teeth in warning, scowling. Upon seeing Havik, though, it shifted to a shit-eating grin. "Did I piss off the guard dog?" He moved himself closer to Havik, snearing up to him. His imposing height did little to impose Shao's second in command. "Maybe you should stay a little closer to your bitch."

A subhuman crack was heard as soon as the words fell from Reiko's lips. Blood soon came after. Havik raised his arm again, to strike -

"Dairou!" That made him pause. His eyes immediately snapped over to you, trying to keep himself from attacking. "Don't," you pleaded him. "It's not worth it."

Despite your words, the fact you wanted him to calm down wanted to make him blow his feud more. His breath was bestial and he closed his eyes, trying to force words out. "He called you a 'bitch'." His voice was almost a whisper, a thin conceal of rage.

You went to respond.

Reiko cut you off with a bark of laughter. "Dairou?" His laugh was insulting, even with blood coursing down his nose, staining his teeth. Havik's head rounded back to him. "Is that your true name? How befitting of such a weak warlord. You couldn't even save the land you were born on." He sneered again, tilting his head back in disgust before he gazed to you. "You have to impose on ours to stand a chance. She deserve a real warrior. One who served in actual wars. And won."

Havik's entire body boiled with each passing word. He had used his true name, an insult as is. Not even the brutal ache of the time he was subjected to as a prisoner did he ever feel so much anger.

He didn't even process when he lunged at Reiko. Barely felt his hands gripping around his throat, and the scratches and wounds he received in return. He only could hear himself growling, then the brutal sound of Reiko's body slamming into the floor.

He would only stop when he had Reiko's heart under his boot.

-- Well, the tournament's after banquet ended sooner than was expected. The incident ended involving both the Umgadi and Edenian guards to separate the two men.

Fortunately Sindel was still considerate to allow you both a room to stay within even after such a display.

Havik was still seething, unsatisfied that Reiko's pulse was still ongoing and did not end by his hand. His shoulders still heaved with annoyance and vexation. He paced the room as if he was a caged animal. He could feel the blood cursing through his every vein and how it scorched ablaze. There was the urge to explode, one that could not be satisfied. Reiko's insults still cut deep, the memory playing rampant in his mind. He wouldn't let it go.

He took a sharp inhale and looked over to you. You, who now had to deal with his wrath and fury. He didn't want to take his anger out on you, but there was no other outlet. He managed to turn away with another growl, looking at you through the corner of his eye. He couldn't make eye contact, knowing his anger would slip out. He was too strung out to speak, simply grunting in frustration. He continued pacing, his footfall heavy and loud. A beast in a cell.

"Dairou-"

That did it. That was the overfill to his uncapped emotions.

“Shut up!" Havik comamanded, stopping sharply. He didn't turn back to you. "Just shut up! That name is a curse, and I don’t want to hear it coming out of your mouth again!” You opened your mouth, but he continued as he finally turned to you. His eyes were narrowed and you knew he would be scowling if he could. “You could have stopped that damn conversation! You should have stopped him! Instead you told him my name."

He wanted to just shout his anger away, even if it meant yelling at you. The fact that you just stood there quietly while he screamed made him even more agitated.

You could tell his anxieties were beginning to rise to the surface level. His body was beginning to shake.

He would come undone if he wasn't so keen to keep hidden. His fears of Chaosrealm, the future of you, and his daughter- he feared he would lose it all, and was already starting to. He was hiding behind his wall of defensive mechanisms, itching for a fight to keep the fire burning. To protect it all from spilling.

But you saw it. You always did.

"Havik.." You spoke inside his mind instead; he would not listen to you any other way.

His stance dropped instantly, his head dropping. His eyebrows furrowed and his voice sounded almost broken. "Get out of my head.." You always seemed to know his weakness; how to parry him from his own downfall.

His body felt heavy, like it lost every ounce of energy it had fought to keep. His shoulders sagged and he breathed a sigh of frustration. Without his anger, he felt empty; he had lost the thing he was keen to focus on. His voice was tired, defeated.

"Please do something." He spoke so softly, the strength inside of him perished. He who had been a raging beast a moment ago was defeated by the only emotion he had. "Hit me. Punch me. Yell back. Something."

How desperate he was to keep hiding. Havik kept his eyes closed, as if expecting your lashing. But it never came.

Only your gentle hands came to run over his chest, stopping at his harness. He cracked his eyes open in time to watch you unbuckle it, and let it and his armor fall off his body.

The remainder of his chest was exposed, more scars evident in the lighting.

He was confused, and yet you stayed silent. He didn't like it.

He felt exposed. You had removed a layer of protection that hid away memories. He felt.. Vulnerable.

When his dark eyes snapped to yours, he was only met with a gentle gaze. Your hands roamed along his arms again, picking them up and turning them over to expose the fresh wound Reiko had left on him he was ignoring. You rubbed the unharmed skin gently, soothingly. "Are you keeping these?"

It seemed he was, considering he hadn't healed them himself yet.

Havik looked to the wounds on his arms as well, watching as the blood gushed from it when he tensed the muscle. He attitude was still grim and the pain of them were a welcome feeling as they were a reminder to the pain and anger he felt inside. He nodded, solemn.

You understood. You pushed gently on his shoulders to get him to sit, but he wouldn't. His nerves were still on the fritz. You allowed him to stand.

He watched you under piercing eyes as you went and got a medical kit, opening it on a nearby table. You began sourcing through it.

You were going to patch him.

There was no need. You both knew this. It felt unnecessary, wasteful on him. Pointless. It made him bristle in a bit of discomfort. "There is no need," he tried to argue, retaining his tough front. "I want them to be a reminder of what he did. I want the pain to always be there, to always be present and to never go away so I can remember.” The pain was something he embraced. Another chapter to his book of rage. The anguish served as a reminder that any insult or injustice that would happen to him would not be without retaliation.

"I know," you responded. Simple; vague. It made his fingers clench. How did you always know? "I'm just going to clean and wrap them. I'm not letting you get infected."

When you came back over, he awkwardly held his arms out to you. Neither of you cared about that blood that stained the carpet below. While he didn't really want it, he knew it was your way of taking care of him. How you were gentle with him.

That soothed him as much as it made him bristle. He was still not used to such generosity and kindness. Even after so many years with you, he still didn't know how to react with his rough edges in fear he would harm you.

Havik always hated when people were tender to him because of the unfamiliarity. He hated when people would care for him, like he was a child. But the fact it was you, and you were so gentle, made him long for it.

He finally spoke. He had to know. "Why do you care so much?"

Your eyes flickered to his. You saw his uneasiness, and his hidden display of longing. You focused back on his wounds. "Because I love you, Havik. I married you. You don't have to put on a front around me." You held a damp rag over his wound. pressing to stop the bleeding. There was brief moment of silence before you continued, wearing a half of a smirk. "You're almost as stubborn as our child.. Almost."

Havik rolled his eyes at the mention of his stubbornness. He continued to look away, as if embarrassed. He took a deep breath, suppressed his desire to fight. When he met your eyes back, his gaze was tender. "I.. suppose I may be as hard-headed as her."

"You suppose? You are." You chuckled. "But I suppose I did fall in love with it, afterall. I can't say too much about it without sounding a hypocrite." You brought his knuckles to your lips and kissed them. You let your lips linger.

He finally allowed himself to relax when you kissed him. You had finally melted him. Melted away his mask of anger.

"I know you're just worried. About everything. I am too." You got out the gauze and began to wrap it around him, ever gentle. "Our home will be fine. Our daughter will be just fine. We will win this war." As you finished, you put your hand atop his and brought it to your chest. "We will be just fine. Hotaru will not win. I promise you that, Havik."

His heart began to pulse quickly again, but this time from wamrth. He could feel your heartbeat as well. You were being a rock; something to solidify him against. An anchor. And you were the only person he would allow himself to be weak in front of.

"No," he said after a moment's breath.

"No?" You repeated, confused.

He let out a slow breath, staring down to you. He gave a small nod. "My name. Say my name."

You stared back. A pure smile crept atop your lips. Your eyes melted into that of pure adoration. "Dairou," you said, and it felt almost as if it were an embrace. One that held promise, a security; for your words, your faithfulness. That you were his, and he - as himself, as Dairou - was yours.

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dynamites-ao3 · 10 months ago

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Reconvene

Havik (Dairou) x f! Reader

explicit ; 7k words ; post-MK1 ending pwp

When Havik finally returns to Seido, you find that he’s… changed. For all the better, as far as you can tell.

Or, the one where you like the new look.

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(a/n: forewarning for mild gore.)

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nekocarlsenpai · 2 years ago

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What do they look like when they blush [2][1]

Yeah...

I would like to apologize for such low activity, the fact is that I am working now and there is literally no time, because I work for 12-14 hours 3/3, yes......

All your requests are with me, I have not forgotten about them, I will try to answer soon. This is the continuation that I was able to write after so much time after stagnation, yes..... I hope you like it :""D

The translation may be incorrect, there may be errors

Character: Kung Lao, Dairou, Hanzo Hasashi

Kung Lao

Lao is the top type of people who say that any romantic actions are nothing to them and they do not blush, and after the usual hand-holding, hugging or kissing they become like a Christmas tree.

You find it cute, especially when he tries to flirt with you. There were moments when he flirted with you and at the same time tried to rest against the wall with one hand and in the end almost fell, because he was holding on to the air. After this, he turns his face away or hides it behind his hat so that you don't see him blushing and apologizes for it.

But the first time he couldn't hide his embarrassment was after training, when you came to watch him train and after this event you ran up to him unexpectedly from behind and hugged him. He did not expect this, and when he saw you, the radiant girl he is in love with, he blushed more than usual.

At least he likes it, but he tries to hide it. What a cute little rabbit <3

Dairou

According to the Dairou, it is difficult to understand whether this man can be embarrassed or not, but this is only at first glance.

In public, if he is embarrassed, then he tries not to show it, but alone with you is a completely different story. Your tenderness and attitude towards him makes him tremble under you when you take his hand or hug him. Your love makes him literally melt, helping him to recover from the loss of loved ones at the same time.

The first time you made him embarrassed, it was before your relationship, when you got a job as his assistant. Some resident of Edenia paid him a compliment for his unusual appearance. Naturally, he did not show the front that he was embarrassed by this compliment, but you saw how the timbre of his voice changed sharply, which is difficult to notice. You quickly realized that he was embarrassed and then teased him the whole way with this case all day.

Hanzo Hasashi

Is it possible to understand that this man can be embarrassed if only barely look at him? Yes, can.

Before meeting you, he decided to close himself and reject all love and platonic desires, as he believed that his feelings could again take over and give him slack, and he could not allow it again. Or so he thought at first, until he met you

The first time you noticed him confused, when he habitually called you "Sakura", as he called his ex-wife, you blushed yourself too, because you did not expect this from him, but when he realized from your reaction what had happened, he was embarrassed himself and began to apologize for this, because he was from I didn't expect this myself. You had to assure him that everything was fine before you started laughing at this situation

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suvidrache · 1 year ago

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snow

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Summary: snow on the beach with dairou.

Dairou had only ever been to the beach once. It was with you, and he enjoyed it. Together, you had both sat, watching the stars with a small bonfire between you to keep you warm. He did, eventually, ask about those animals that he saw. You explained to him the various creatures of the sea. The sharks, dolphins, whales, etc. You also took him to an aquarium. He only slightly enjoyed it. He hated how the animals lived in captivity. Their home was literally a few steps away. They could break free, they were probably strong enough, and no one could stop them all. That is, if the animals got together and came up with the plan to break free from their prison. You had to explain to him that some of the animals, maybe even most of them, weren't prisoners. They had been rescued and saved. Without it, they would have died. Despite the animals being rescued, he still believed they were held against their will as prisoners. You had to further explain to him that without the humans, they could die. It also wasn't safe for them to be friendly with humans in the wilderness. Some animals could have been born into this environment, and not all of them had a good hunting instinct. He understood a little better. You also took him to a museum, which he thought was interesting. He wasn't sure how he felt about keeping the remains of the dead on display for people's enjoyment. He did learn a lot, though.

The time on the beach was rather peaceful, and he wanted to go again. He even considered living there. No one would bother him, and he could go look at the stars. He never thought to watch them. Together, you both stayed at the beach for a few days before returning home. It would be a few months before Dairou asked if you guys could take another vacation to the beach. You smiled and agreed. It was never hot in Chaosrealm, so neither of you had winter clothes. The thought had never crossed your mind when you both headed to the beach. Dairou was the first to notice it as you led him down the same pathway you took months ago.

"Hey, Y/N. There's something happening."

"What?" You asked as you looked at him.

"White things, they're falling from the sky."

"It's okay."

"What are they?" He asked, not wanting to take another step closer. He trusted you completely, but he didn't know what the white things were or what they would do to him.

"It's snow." You said as you looked at him.

He continued to stare at the snow as if it were his enemy.

"What does it do?"

"It doesn't do anything…" You tried to explain, but unfortunately, a better explanation wasn't coming to you. "It's like rain. What does rain do?"

He blinked. He didn't know what the water that fell from the sky did. He nodded and continued walking. He stood there watching as the waves came in and went away. The snow continued to fall down, white specs littering his black hair.

"Does it always snow on the beach?"

"No, it's rare."

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suvidrache · 1 year ago

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Showering With Dairou

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He would honestly be so confused. Why do you need to shower with him? Why do you want to shower with him? To save on water and the bill? He doesn't pay the bill; he doesn't pay for anything. If he gets a bill, he won't pay it and instead just move to a new place.

But you were very persistent in wanting to shower with him. Alright, then, but nothing is sexual unless you make it.

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suvidrache · 1 year ago

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Dairou Comforting S/O Dealing With Loss

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He understands how upsetting this can be. He lost his entire family.

Dairou would be willing to do just about anything. He will be there as a shoulder to cry on. A free hit man. Anything that you need he's willing to do and to help, however he can. He'll listen and help to the best of his ability — he isn't human, so he can't exactly relate to the human world, but he knows exactly how you feel.

The best comforting skills — you want left alone, he'll do it. Cuddles and staying in bed? Done. You would have to get up at some point. He'd take you on a walk, anywhere you want to go, he's going. Not hungry? Understandable, but at least eat something small, it doesn't matter what.

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suvidrache · 1 year ago

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NSFW Alphabet - Dairou

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Great, however, he, unfortunately, doesn't know much and may need instructions.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it's his arms. He's insecure about everything else. For you, your legs or stomach.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There is no taste. The color is almost clear, slightly white.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory dirty secret of theirs)

He masturbates to the sight of your lingerie, picturing you in it when you've been gone a while.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He may have had a previous partner. However, he only slightly knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Missionary or doggy would try other positions if you suggested them.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He looks pretty serious. He would loosen up with time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't shave, and would only trim them if helped or asked. Black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Would give neck kisses, gentle touches, and not much else unless he's told. He is trying to do better, but this is his first time. He's not much of a romantic person. He would or could set up a table-lit dinner, but that's about it.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Never until he met you. Would only do it if you've been gone a few days to weeks.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Running your fingers through his hair. Gently pulling his hair. Edging, gently scratching him. Running your hands across his body. He loves being touched.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Anywhere that is private. Somewhere where no one will see or catch the both of you in the act.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lingerie, flirting or being suggestive, overly touchy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turnoffs)

Threesome, denigrating, mentioning his past.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Either is fine by him. Not very skilled, but would accept suggestions.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Not too fast or slow and would go hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's fine with it. Once or twice, every couple of weeks.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It depends, but as long as the both of you don't get caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 for an hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, he doesn't. He would use them if that's what you wanted. He would only use them on himself when the both of you are in the moment or when you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would only tease during the moment when you started it. Over time, when he has more experience in this, he may tease more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is on the quiet side, whispering, moaning, grunting. Until he gets into it.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would love to do it in Hotaru's house.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7½, pale with a light pink tip. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high. Sex would only be every once in a while. Until he has more experience and feels more confident.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'd stay awake anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half.

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suvidrache · 2 years ago

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When You're Cold

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Featuring: hotaru, havik, and dairou

Hotaru

- It is usually a nice temperature in Orderrealm, nothing too cold or hot.

- Would suggest that you get a blanket or jacket.

- He's kind of busy with his job right now but, ok he'd go get you one when he has the chance.

- Would help you if you need it also, don't stay out past 5.

Havik

- It's usually hot in Chaosrealm, so why are you cold?

- Nevermind the question.

- He doesn't know what to do or how to help.

- Might wrap an arm around you.

- Also, probably wouldn't really help.

Dairou

- Also lives in Chaosrealm or wherever he can hide safely, without being arrested or wanted.

- Would give you your jacket or find you some warm material from a market and buy you some.

- Would wrap his arm around you to keep you warm, when you two are alone. He doesn't want you being targeted or attacked by enemies.

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lucarionite9364 · 2 months ago

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Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader (ch 2.5)

WC: 1500

CW: none, Raiden’s mini chapter

AN: sorry for the late chapter, college lmaooooo

All this changing back and forth from the realms is weird. You thought to yourself. As you all step foot back into Wu Shit, it is dark. It was 3:00 pm back in Outworld. I’m not going to be able to sleep. You sigh in mental exhaustion. Even though you yourself hadn’t fought anyone, the events of everything in the last 24 hours were crazy enough to wear you out.

You all give your last praises to Raiden before you all go to your rooms. You stretch your arms outward, walking through the quiet corridors to your room. You feel as though you’ve been wearing the same clothes for too long. The heat in Outworld was also pretty bad.

You make your way to the bathroom attached to your room, you grab some clothes from your dresser on the way. Setting your clothes on the sink counter, you start the shower water. You put your hand under the faucet, making sure it’s at the right temperature.

Once you decide it was warm enough, you undress and step into the awaiting water. You let out a sigh of pleasure as the warm water ran across your skin, soothing your sore muscles. Feeling the dirt and stress of the tournament wash away.

As you wash yourself, your mind wanders to the dreams you’ve been having. How you used to smile with your first friend. The bracelet on your arm a reminder that you would always be there for each other. You frown. Always be there for eachother. Dairou. You can’t help but think about where he is now. If you would ever see him again.

You scrub the downcast thoughts from your mind as you let your nails massage your scalp. Once you’ve finished in the shower, you dry yourself off and get dressed. You decide to wind down with a nice book. You pick out the novel of your choice from your shelf. You get comfy on your chair and pull a blanket up on your lap.

After a few pages, you decide you want some tea while you read. You put your bookmark on the page and set the book off to the side. You make your way out of your room, quietly down the halls toward the kitchen. You expected to be alone when you arrived at the kitchen, but to your surprise, you saw Raiden. It might be dark, but you can still make out his form in front of the stove top.

“It seems we both had the same idea.” You softly say, catching his attention. You turn on a small light. You see Raiden’s gentle smile as you walk toward the cabinet, grabbing your own mug. “Can you pour me a cup?” He nods and grabs the kettle to pour the boiling water in both your glasses.

“So, what are you doing up so late?” He asks as you both sit down at the table for a little chat. “I could ask you the same thing,” you remark. “I couldn’t sleep just yet. Too much excitement.” Hearing him chuckle, you knew he was the same way this evening.

“Yeah, I thought I would have been able to sleep, but I couldn’t manage.” He takes a small sip of his beverage. You stare at your glass, the dark colored liquid swirling around mesmerizing you.

“What was it like?” He stares at you, confused. You continue, “To battle those in Outworld.” He sets his cup down. “It was quite the challenge. Each fighter was incredibly skilled. Though, there were times I. . .” You gaze at him as he thinks about his next words. “I thought I was going to lose.”

This answer somewhat surprised you. You knew Raiden was a very strong fighter, he won the tournament to prove it. But you knew he was human like the rest of you, he had his doubts. He was not the oh so cocky Kung Lao or Johnny Cage. He was modest to a fault.

“Why did you think you were going to lose?” You ask. He seems contemplative. Like he is unsure himself why he thought that. “Everyone that I went up against had years on me. They had far more fighting experience than me, and I thought I wouldn’t be good enough to beat them,” he takes another sip of tea before continuing. “But I knew I had to win, to protect Earthrealm.”

You sigh at his answer. Why does everyone feel that they must shoulder the weight of the world? “Raiden, you might be Earthrealm’s champion, but you don’t need to shoulder the burden of protecting us all by yourself. In no lifetime, this one or the next, would we ever be disappointed in you needing us to help you.”

He seems to be staring at you, still registering your words. You tack on, “We’ve had each other's backs since day one, and we still do.” He seems to relax a little at your words of affirmation.

“I just thought people expected so much of me, that I had to be strong. That I had to do everything myself.” You put a hand over his comfortingly, “Rai, if I had known that being champion stressed you out so much, we could have chatted over tea a long time ago.” You chuckle, releasing his hand.

He lets out a small laugh with you, “I suppose you’re right. Thank you for letting me talk.”

“It’s absolutely no trouble, we can talk anytime you’d like.” As you finish your drink, you walk over to the sink to wash it and turn it over to let it dry. Raiden trails behind you to do the same. As you turn to return to your bedroom, you spot a figure with glowing eyes in the doorway.

“Lord Liu Kang,” you both bow, “We were just heading off to bed now.”

He looks at you both with a relaxed expression, but you can also see that he has something on his mind.

Sending this, you speak up. “Is there something you needed to say to us, Lord Liu Kang?” He lets out a small sigh, a small glimpse into the stress that plagues him.

“You never fail to read my mind.” His expression falls back into a more serious one. “Yes, if you would both sit back down, please.”

You and Raiden take your seats, somewhat anxious to know what he has to say.

“Y/N, I must send you and the others on a mission in Outworld. This will be dangerous, perhaps your biggest challenge yet. I need you to find a powerful sorcerer that may be corrupting the Royal House of Outworld from the inside.”

“How dangerous is this spellcaster? Surely he couldn’t be dangerous enough that you would need to send all of us?” You try to make light of the impending mission, but the look from Liu Kang says all you need to know. Extremely dangerous.

“With all five of us there, then I’m sure we will be fine.” You look confidently toward Raiden. “We will do just fine, Lord Liu Kang.” He agrees.

Liu Kang looked downward for only a moment, “Raiden, you will stay here.”

Well, you can’t say you were expecting that answer. “What? Why wouldn’t Raiden come with us?” You question. “Surely, our chances of success would be greater if he came with us.”

Raiden put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure Lord Liu Kang has good reason to make me stay. Let him explain before we jump to conclusions.” You calm down, and nod for him to continue. “Due to the Tournament, Raiden has become a popular face to those in Outworld. He would be too recognizable. The mission I am entrusting to you is one that requires your utmost discretion.”

You still look nervous. Liu Kang reaches across the table to put his hand over yours. His gaze is soft, but stern. “Y/N, you have been my student for many years. You have exceeded my greatest expectations for you, and you still continue to prove that you are strong,” your heart lightens at his words, not realizing how much you needed to hear them. “I believe that you and the others can accomplish this mission I’m giving you.”

The words he spoke seemed to have robbed you of yours. Those words hung in the air, permeating your mind. You steeled your nerves. “Lord Liu Kang, I will do everything in my power to make sure we succeed in our mission.” He looked pleased with your answer, “I won’t let you down.” Those words were perhaps more personal than you had intended, but he responded all the same.

You feel a little overwhelmed at the prospect of going on a dangerous mission. However, you mostly feel tired as you’ve stayed up all night. You go to leave and put you cup by the sink, Raiden following suit. As you leave the dining room, you swear you hear Lord Liu Kang say something.

“I know you won’t.”

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lucarionite9364 · 1 month ago

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Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x reader (Part 3)

WC: 4392

CW: mentions of violence

AN: holy hell it’s been like a month I’m sorry 😭

“Home late, again?” Your mother tutted. You hang your coat on the rack as you walk in the door. “Oh, mom, I’m sorry, I lost track of time again.” You chuckle to hopefully lighten her already sour mood.

“It’s always ‘sorry’ and yet you never do better.” Her words were like a bucket of ice over your head. “There is a curfew you know, or do you live in a make believe world and not the glory of Seidou.” “So what if I live in my own world sometimes,” you fall into a whisper, “It's better than all these rules anyways.”

A muscle in your father’s eye twitches. “What did you say? How ungrateful must you be. Born into the higher society of order, yet you still run around with low-lives.”

Your heart is pounding heavily with anger. How dare they speak about your friend like that? How dare they talk to you like that? You see your parents share a stern look of implicit agreement.

“Pack your bags. You’re out of our house.” It was like they dropped a bombshell on your life.

“WHAT?! Mom? Dad? What do you mean I have to leave?” You were in tears as the news felt like a slap across the face. They might as well have slapped you with how their insistence that you leave stung.

“It’s for your own good, my dear.” Your mother spoke in a calm tone but her body language was that of disdain. Your father spoke next. “You have been corrupted by that peasant boy. You are unruly!” He spoke about Dairou with utter hatred. No concern for life outside the rich.

You don’t know what broke your heart more: the fact your parents were disowning and throwing you out of not only your home, but Orderrealm itself, or that they scorned the one and perhaps only person who ever cared about you.

“Why do you hate him so much? What has he ever done to deserve anything he’s received?” You start the yelling match. Your parents looked upon you with disgust and repulse. Your tears freely flowed down your face, but you had to fight back against injustice.

“Why? WHY?! That boy has utterly ruined you with his filth. You were such a good child until he spread his filth to you. The lower class is naught but the dirt we walk on, and he will always be that. FILTH!” With the pure spite pouring from her lips you knew nothing she could say would ever repair the damage done. Not that she would apologize.

Your father stepped in after the onslaught. “No child of ours will be anything less than perfection. Why couldn’t you have been friends with the other boy in your class? Hotaru exemplifies the greatness of Orderrealm! Yet you had to ruin it. With that slave in the lowest caste.”

“You will NOT speak of him that way. I won’t let you.” You put on false bravado. You were scared. Terrified.

“That is it, we didn’t wish to have to resort to this, but you have tied our hands.” Your father turns the corner and comes back with a small sack of your belongings in tow. “Leave Seidou, and never return. You are unworthy of even calling yourself a Seidan.”

Your heart sank to your stomach. Leave Seidou forever. You can’t. Your whole life was here. You would never see it again. The sunset, the surrounding hills, Dairou. You would never see Dairou again, you couldn’t even tell him you were leaving. Your mind began to spiral as panic flooded your brain.

You stepped backward, unknowingly into the arms of a Seidan guard. When did they get here? Were they planning this? How long have they wished me gone? The guard roughly grabs your arm, holding his polearm in his other hand. Another guard grabs your other hand.

“WAIT! You can’t do this to me!” You wailed as the guards moved you back out of the house and away from the building. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me?” You begged and pleaded for an answer to their cruelty. What angered you more was that they looked at each other with love, and you with disdain. They acted like newlyweds, waiting to start a family for the first time. Ignoring your existence.

“You will regret this. I swear by the elder gods, you will regret this.” If they heard the venom in your tone, they ignored it. As the guards drug you toward the portal going who knows where, your tears were the only thing you felt as the rage numbed you.

The guards tossed you through the portal. Your old life was no more. With this, you passed out.

You don’t know how long you were out for. All you knew was that you were in a courtyard surrounded by strange men in orange clothing. Many of them had wraps around their bodies. You were approached by a man with long, dark hair and glowing eyes. If you weren't already afraid, you were now.

The man’s gaze softened as he walked. He held his hands up in peace, meaning you no harm. “I am Lord Liu Kang.” He begins, you’re still shaken up, so he continues. “I mean you no ill will. I only wish to help. What is your name?”

You were hesitant to answer. “My name. . . is Y/N.”

“So we find him in Outworld and bring him here for questioning?” Kenshi asked, holding up a charcoal sketched image of the enemy at hand. You stand beside Liu Kang as he briefs you on your mission. “Yes, if what I fear has happened, he is a grave threat to the realms.”

Kenshi rolls up the scroll in his hands. “Anything else?” Liu Kang looks to all of you, “Shang Tsung is a master of deceit. Do not trust a word he utters.”

Johnny chimes in with a quip. “Sounds a lot like my first agent.” You give him a sharp glare, “Be serious Cage.” Kenshi gives him a side-eye too. “It’s a tricky mission. I’d rather Raiden go along than this one.” “HEY!” Johnny snaps, “This one is up for the mission.”

You save Liu Kang his breath. “Raiden would be too recognizable in Outworld. We need the utmost discretion on this mission.” He seems unpleased but accepting of your answer. “And maybe Johnny can get some method acting as a spy.”

“You just said to be serious.” “I told you to be serious.”

Liu Kang speaks once more. “She is right. I am also breaking my word to Empress Sindel by sending you to Outworld.”

You feel the weight of how important this mission is settling into your chest. You know you can do this, Liu Kang believes in you.

You watch Liu Kang reach behind him and pull out a compass of sorts.

“This talisman is attuned to Shang Tsung’s chi. Follow it to him,” He gives the glowing item to Kenshi. “And be careful. May the Elder Gods protect you.” He gives you each a look to bid farewell. However, his gaze lingers on you. You’re not sure what his gaze means, but you hope it means well.

. . . . . . . .

“Ugh, Are we there yet?” You hear Johnny complain for the hundredth time in the past hour. You roll your eyes to Kung Lao who gives you the same look back.

Kenshi groans in annoyance. “Again? How old are you, five?” You chuckle at the mockery. “What can I say? These boots weren’t made for walking.” “But that’s just what they’ll do.” You say, answering his reference.

His eyes light up. “See? She gets the song reference.” Oh, he seems so happy. . . You have to mess with him a little.

“Song? What song?” You act curious. His face falls into confusion. “What? The song by Nancy Sinatra? You completed the line.” He sounds desperate for validation. “Come on Lao, no way she said that if she didn’t get the reference.” Lao just glances over to his direction.

“Don’t bring me into this, but if walking is the most pain you feel today, consider yourself lucky.” Johnny plasters a smirk on his face. “Oh, I’m already lucky. I’ve got Sento strapped to my back.” He seems happy when Kenshi’s agitation grows hearing him brag about the sword.

He just huffs. “I will reclaim it, Cage.” “Got three million? It’s yours.” “You know I don’t have it.” “I bet your Yakuza pals could come up with it. Oh that’s right, you blew them off.” You look to Cage as if to tell him stop before he regrets it. “If there’s one lesson Hollywood’s taught me, it’s never burn bridges. You never know who can help.” Ohhhhhhh. Line crossed big time.

Kenshi turns around and blares his flashlight at Johnny’s face. “The Yakuza are leeches, bleeding out those too weak to resist,” he walks closer to the actor. “I grew up in that life and I never understood it. Why my gain required others’ pain?” Johnny never even blinked at his words.

“I got out. I need my clan out, too,” The rage in his eyes grew. “We can’t be part of their crimes any longer.”

Kenshi never talked about his past with you, now you understand why. It was then that you heard a whirring noise come from the talisman in the swordsman’s hand. Kenshi turns to continue walking. Kung Lao follows, flashing his light into Johnny’s face. As you walk past you speak lowly.

“Not everything is about money or fame, Johnny. May the Elder Gods drill that lesson into your brain some day.” You hear him groan as you walk to follow your other companions.

As you follow the compass, you come across a colony of humanoid creatures. Creatures that are apparently in the midst of battle. Johnny already has his phone out, recording the fight; most likely using the footage as a reference for his next project.

“What’s your precious say?” Kenshi holds the talisman outward. “That Shang Tsung is among those. . . things.” “Oh, my fans are gonna go nuts cosplaying them at Cage Con.” You’re somehow shocked. “You have a whole convention dedicated to you?” He simplys smiles and shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. “You are the walking definition of narcissism.” He frowns, much to your amusement.

You can see one creature in particular being held by both arms and dragged out to the center of the colony. You then see a man with long dark hair with a syringe approach him from behind. Wait. He looks like–

“That’s Shang Tsung.” Lao beats you to the realization. “Let’s jump him after he’s done,” Johnny suggests. “Oh! In “Fists of Iron” we did this thing where like–” He swings his fist as Kenshi interjects. “We are not basing strategy on your movies Cage.”

The thought is interrupted as you view the scene below. The creature held captive is struggling against the guards, but he was knocked down to his knees. Shang Tsung held up the syringe to his neck, and plunged the needle in. You cringe as the captive writhes in pain.

Suddenly, the man held down broke free from his restraints. Downing the first guard, quickly felling the second, he takes the offensive against Shang Tsung. Everyone in the colony delves into battle. The creature strikes at your target. Regardless of his defensive stance, the blows he takes are harsh.

“On second thought,” Johnny begins. “This scene’s playing fine without us. I say we let them finish it.” Yawning that last part, Kenshi chimes in. “We have to save Shang Tsung. Liu Kang needs him alive.” You sigh. “As much as I hate it, he’s right.” The four of you charge down the small cliff you were on and join the fray.

As the monster was just about to finish Shang Tsung, Kenshi jumped on his back, swinging him around. He managed to kick all three of you as you came in to help, knocking you to the ground momentarily. Winded, you stumble to your feet. As you were all distracted, the sorcerer shifts into the form of one of the creatures, quickly assimilating into the crowd. You lost him.

“What the–” Johnny cuts you off. “How did he do that?” You were dumbfounded still that you had lost your target. You snapped back to attention as Kenshi began his battle with the main man; leaving you, Johnny, and Lao to fight the rest of them off.

One of the creatures charges after you. You step to the left, ducking under Lao as he punches it in the face. You sweep the next two, knocking them to the ground. You move to the group on the left while taking out Reaper, leaving Johnny and Kung Lao to take care of the group on the right.

You swing your weapon to hit the first, bringing it back to hit the second. You reel it back and hold the rope at mid range to rapidly strike your next foe. One managed to slip past your guard to strike you in your already bruised stomach. You fall back to clutch your abdomen, but not before three more come your way. You clench your teeth through the pain to defend yourself. Uppercutting the first, forward kicking the second, and whipping your yo-yo into the chin of the third.

At this time, the three of you back your way to Kenshi. The swarm of monsters circle you, closing in slowly.

“You got us into this. How about getting us out?” Kenshi steels himself at Johnny’s words. “I know what this looks like, but we don’t work for Shang Tsung.” The man in front did not seem to believe him.

“If not, why save him?” His voice is gravelly, almost painful sounding. “Because Liu Kang, Earthrealm’s Protector, wants to question him,” Kenshi explains desperately. “He thinks Shang Tsung may be a threat to both our realms.”

He seems to accept this answer reluctantly. Kenshi holds out his hand in greeting, but he does not return the gesture.

“Our kind do not shake hands.” He growls. Kenshi quickly retracts his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” “Don’t you know what we are?” He questions. It’s times like these you wish you paid more attention in those classes. “No, we don’t.”

The man gestures to the rest of the colony. “We are victims of Tarkat,” He begins to explain. “The disease is not easily gotten, but you can’t risk more close exposure.” At this, Johnny swiftly wipes his hands on his chest plate earning a glare from you.

The tarkatan continues, “It disfigures, then debilitates. In time, it will turn us all into blood-thirsty monsters.” What a cruel fate, you think to yourself.

“So you weren’t always like this?” Lao asks. It's hard to tell if the man is perpetually angry with your presence or that’s just a resting face. “I was once a rich merchant. But when I became ill, I was banished. Now I run this colony.” You couldn’t imagine living with this disease. You hold respect for the man who now introduces himself. “I am Baraka.”

Respect or no, you need answers. “What does Shang Tsung want with your bone marrow, Baraka?” The tarkatan looks downcast. “I don’t know. But he comes here each month to harvest it.”

Kenshi continues, “Release us and we’ll capture Shang Tsung. And we’ll find out why he’s been coming here, I promise.”

Baraka looks to his fellow members of the disease, “Let them go.” Kenshi looks relieved, “Thank you. We won't let you down.”

The red clad man pulls the talisman out from his pocket, only to find it was broken. “Damn. This was guiding us to Shang Tsung. Now we can’t find him.” “His laboratory is near,” he states. “I’ll take you.”

Knowing what little you do about this horrid spellcaster, you have a sinking feeling settling in your stomach.

….

After wandering past the Tarkatan colony and through the woods, you come to a medium-sized building. Shang Tsung’s laboratory. You pictured something more menacing, although keeping a low profile would help his case. Either way, you dread what’s to come.

“Any idea what to expect?” Johnny muses. “No,” Baraka states. “I’ve never been inside.” “I couldn’t imagine you’d want to.” You chime.

“Stay here. We’ll check it out.” Kenshi says. At this, you and the others head toward the entrance of the building, leaving Baraka to hope you come back alive.

….

You and the others enter the building, your caution at an all time high. Kenshi, leading the group, opens the door at the top of the stairs leading to the top floor of the laboratory. You hear Shang Tsung speaking about something with Kytinn larvae, whatever the hell that is.

You, Kenshi, Johnny, and Kung Lao reach the top of the staircase but remain hidden by the stone wall lining the stairs. You crouch down to remain unseen as you listen into his conversation.

“How can you be sure?” You see the High Mage, Rain, and the Leader of the Umgadi, Tanya stand beside an unconscious Princess Mileena. What on Earth Realm is going on? It was then, you heard where Baraka’s bone marrow went, sending a chill down your spine. “Because it was brewed from freshly extracted Tarkatan marrow,” He states matter-of-factly. ‘It couldn’t be more potent.”

Kung lao says what you’re thinking, “He’s infecting her with Tarkat.” “And he’s got two of Sindel’s top dogs in on it,” Johnny adds. “No wonder Liu Kang was worried about this guy.”

The four of you crouch down to devise your game plan. “We need to stop them.” Kenshi starts. “Save a distressed damsel? Sure thing.” Let’s do this.

You run out from where you were hiding and announce your presence. “Get away from her!” Kenshi states sternly. “You bitch!” You know you did not just hear that come from Johnny’s mouth. The actor looks so smug for his reference no one gets.

Kung Lao pushes his arm. “Excuse me?” You all look at Johnny with annoyed confusion. “You know, the movie? Tiny girl, ginormous alien,” he mimes the scene. “Ripley!” You just shake your head in disbelief he would pull a joke at a time like this. Dimwit.

“No? Seriously?” Back to the mission at hand.

“Earthrealmers?” Rain begins. “How did they find us?” “They’ve already seen too much.” Tanya interjects.

She charges at Johnny and Kung Lao first, swinging her sanjiegun. Before Rain or Shang Tsung could react, you and Kenshi were already charging at them. Shooting out your yo-yo to knock the syringe out of the sorcerer's hand. He looks at you with some sort of death wish making you smirk as you pull Reaper back to your hand.

His eyes whip to Rain, “I need time. Buy it for me.” He scurries off to another part of his lab. You attempt to rush after him but the Hydromancer blocks your way with his staff.

“Liu Kang sent you, didn’t he?” Rain sneers. “Sent you to learn our secrets!” “He sent us here for Shang Tsung. But it looks like he’s just part of the problem.” Kenshi says, and you follow. “Just hand him over Rain. He only means to deceive all of us.”

Rain simply tuts before summoning his hydro powers. He creates a blast of water, hurdling it straight at you both. Either of you go separate ways to dodge, then make your own attacks from either side of him. You shoot Reaper out to wrap around his staff as Kenshi draws his sword. With your yo-yo trying to tear the staff away from him, he struggles to break free with Kenshi about to strike.

Suddenly, Rain yanks on his staff causing you to lose balance and fall to the floor. However, not before Kenshi slashes through the taught yo-yo string disarming you. Fuck.

Rain regains control of his staff and dodges Kenshi’s slash. You stumble from your feet, pocketing your broken weapon. Fists it is, then.

You gain your fighting stance and throw practiced punches at the mage. You manage to land the first few hits, but then he sweeps your feet with his staff and blasts you away with a powerful gust of water. Your back smacked the stone wall with a painful crack, knocking the wind out of you.

Kenshi makes trained slashes at the mage next. Successfully evading the blasts, he managed to beat the hydromancer and knock him to the ground.

Having beat Rain, you look over to see how Kung Lao and Johnny were doing. Not great considering Kung Lao got slammed in the face and Johnny practically did a backflip with how hard he got hit.

She was about to go for another blow, but Kenshi ran up behind her and flipped her around and away from Johnny.

“I thought Umgadi were loyal to the royal house,” Kenshi disdains. “Yet here you are, scheming against the princess.” Tanya has the nerve to act offended. “You trespass in Outworld, interfere in imperial matters.It is you, not I, who is the schemer here.” Thus, their battle begins.

You try to get up, but a sharp jolt shoots through your back. It’s only a pulled muscle, but you know it will bruise quickly if one hasn’t already formed. Since you can’t help Kenshi, you slowly try to scoot over to where Kung Lao and Johnny lay to make sure they’re alright.

You make it to Lao who has managed to sit up from where he lay. “Are you all good Lao?” He heaves a sigh. “Yeah, I’m good. BUt you seem a little worse for wear.” His comment makes you scoff. “Yes, I suppose getting flung into a stone wall will do that to you.”

You were about to check on Johnny, but he chimes in before you could ask. “Damn that hurt.” “Glad you’re not dead then.” You chuckle as Lao helps you to your feet. Just as Kenshi beats Tanya does Johnny get up from the ground with Lao's help.

Kenshi huffs, out of breath having won. “Step away from the table.” He holds his sword out to the sorcerer making a new serum.

“This is twice you’ve been a thorn in my side,” He slowly glances back, clearly annoyed. “You Earthrealmers do have unhealthy habits.” Johnny interjects. “You heard him. You’re not infecting her with Tarkat.”

He has the nerve to look offended. “I am trying to protect her, not infect her.” “Like we’d believe that.” You shout. “We’ve heard about how you lie. Excuse us if we’re skeptical,” Kenshi looks toward him, then to your group. “Cover him.” The swordsman leaves to go check on Mileena from around the corner.

You step forward, “Just put the syringe down, Shang Tsung.” However stern your voice was, it was not enough to make him yield. “You do not understand what you’re getting yourselves into.” He sneers.

It was then you heard the sounds of Mileena’s pained struggles. Kenshi shouting, “Princess? What’s wrong?!”

Kung Lao grabs onto Shang Tsung’s arm. “What did you do to her?” The spellcaster attempts to yank his arm away. “It’s what you’ve done, fool! Let me help her before it’s too late.”

The screams continue, sounding more painful than the last. The click of the one buckle holding her in place didn’t sound for much longer before a rip came from it. The worst sound you heard was that of her flesh molding and tearing away to reveal sharp teeth much like Baraka’s

“Now do you believe, Earthrealmers?” Shang Tsung states with alarming calm. Kenshi backs into your view, with the monster that is Princess Mileena shortly after. As trained as his face is, you can still see the glimmer of terror in his eyes.

“What do we do?” Kenshi asks quickly. “Keep her occupied. I need time to finish more serum.” Picking up two vials, he begins his work once more. “Johnny, a hand here?” You hear the rising panic in his voice at the request.

Johnny rushes to his side. You try to go, but you fear you may collapse as you feel a sharp pain in your back once more. You stick with Kung Lao who is scrutinizing the sorcerer's work. You glance over your shoulder to see the battle between the infected princess and Kenshi begin. After a few minutes, that felt like hours, you see Shang Tsung finish up the serum. “Johnny, Kung Lao, hold her down.” The two rush over to hold her by the arms.

“It’s now or never Shang Tsung!” Kenshi shouts as they’ve got Mileena on the ground. Shang Tsung loads the syringe with the serum and heads over. Not before she broke out of their hold, knocking them out of the way.

Time seemed to stop as you witnessed the horrid sight of Kenshi’s sight being robbed from him. Blood sprayed everywhere. Your heart stopped as you heard the deafening cries of agony from your friend. “Kenshi!” Johnny cries. You fall to your knees in a state of shock, unable to will your body into motion.

Tears welled into your eyes as Mileena raised her sais up once more to strike a final blow. Shank. You thought she did it until you saw the vial plunged into her neck.

“By the gods, Mileena!” A new female voice exclaimed. Oh no. It was Princess Kitana. In the midst of more guards and known faces come in, you crawl your way over to Kenshi. Oh my gods. What should I do? He’s out cold. You hold his head in your lap to make him more comfortable.

“What’s happened here, sorcerer?” Kitana demands. The man in question saves face, only for himself. “These people were sent to disrupt your sister’s treatment and scandalize Outworld by revealing her illness.” His words were like an ice bucket over your head. No way.

“What? That’s totally fake news!” Johnny tried to plead, but was promptly knocked out by the Shokan guard. Going for Lao next, your friend manages to block the first hit. Promptly followed by a punch to the gut, then to his head. You shoot your attention to Kitana. You begged, but it was too late. “Princess, please you have to believe u-”

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