#dairou x reader

[hitchyboi]

Dating Havik Headcanons #1

Y'ALL OKAY THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE XD I NEED MORE HAVIK AND GOD DAMNIT I'LL PROVIDE IT IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Oki thank you~

Content Warning- It's Havik. Gore, Blood, Violance, Self Mutilation, one small NSFW bit, Swearing (That's just me)

Cuteness aggression to the max. He can't help it, his partner is so precious when he's hugging them all he can imagine is squeezing them until their ribs break and pierce their lungs. If he's caressing their face, they can feel the way his fingers twitch, itching to dig his nails into their soft flesh.

He chews and bites. A lot. After Scorpion burned his face off he realized his ability to just straight bite things got easier without skin in the way. Will hug his partner from behind and chew on their hair cause he likes the texture. Cuddling? Random bites the entire time and they range from light and playful to you think he's genuinely trying to eat you sometimes. He isn't, kinda. Just likes biting.... Sometimes he may be trying to take an actual bite. Romantic Cannibalism.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

[valyrra]

So like today I woke up (as usual) with head full of Havik so here are some obvious (sfw) headcanons no one asked for:

the man is chaotic, delusional anarchist. sometimes he doesn't make any sense at all and his words contradict themselves

especially in a relationship. he can assure you all you want that you are free, in general, though he will do anything to mark you, so everyone knows you are claimed (is this nsfw? idk)

I really don't wanna say that he's into poly/free love himself or not cause it depends on what kind of relationship you have

he's touch starved. especially gentler touch. he becomes very vulnerable with you though he's going to be scared at first❤️ and is surprisingly supportive (if your views align)

he will appreciate you a lot for supporting him as well. really. he has a lot of enemies and the fact that you stick around is endearing to him

you will find a lot of new enemies/rivals yourself. probably no one will understand you at all. probably Darrius will but that's it.

big no for marriages. he doesn't like the idea of somehow restraining you. he adores the idea of you being loyal without having any kind of contracts signed. also marriage is a government institution so fuck it

he always gives you the choice. you are free to choose to stay or go. though it will hurt like hell to him and probably worsen his state.

he doesn't like being controlled at all. he wants all the freedom the same he gives you

hates manipulative people (obviously)

calls you his "lil rebel" ❤️

say bye to your sanity (if you had any)

you can call him Dairou only when you are two alone. he cherishes these moments and they strike his heart just right.

speaking about hearts. he will rip out his heart randomly just for you to look at it, lmao

also as I've written already. Licks and bites you after the burn instead of kisses :з

[nekocarlsenpai]

Yandere!Dairou

I'm slowly returning to the ranks hehe..... A gift for - @ellachronicles

• A person who you would not think that he is a yandere, but this is not really the case • Not a stalker, but also not a sadist towards you, rather sticking when you are alone • He never thought he was yandere before he met you…. • Drags you everywhere with him, saying from "It's for your good", "I'm trying to protect you", "You'll be safer when I'm around" to… "You're just a toy for them at night, a thing, and for me the whole world", "He tried to flirt with you had him to teach a lesson and say WHOSE you are", "YOU ARE ONLY MINE!" • After the death of his beloved, he is afraid of repeating this situation with you • If you have male friends, he will approach you from behind EVERY time, hugging your waist and at the same time kissing the top of your head, making it clear to the opponent that it is better to avoid you and not flatter you • Will be rude to you at night if you gave a reason for jealousy, even though you didn't do it • Then he will apologize after that, kissing your bruises and bruises that he left • I almost killed Darrius because I thought he looked at you the wrong way • Behaves like a cat when you are alone in the room • You are afraid of him, but he denies it, says that by such methods he is trying to protect you from everyone

[suvidrache]

watch the stars

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 513 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: watching the stars. warning: violence.

Dairou had spent his time as a Seidan guard. When his family had been killed off, he killed the man who killed them, went to jail, and then broke out of prison. He hid himself away in Chaosrealm, working as a mercenary for hire. He wanted nothing to do with the good side or the evil. He no longer cared. At least, he thought he didn't. He had lost everyone who ever cared for him. All the people he saved through the years probably didn't know him. The Seidan guards no longer saw him as one of their own and instead treated him as a criminal.

The Chaosrealmers were strange. They cared neither about him nor about order. They did as they pleased every day and celebrated death.

He had grown used to their behavior, and then he met you. You wandered through the realm, lost and confused. He wanted to ignore you and go on with his day, but there was just something about you that drew him to you. Something about you that made him want to help, so you wouldn't have any issues with the other people. Chaosrealmers didn't speak English, and their language was backward. He helped you navigate the strange world and helped you with anything else that you may have needed. He never expected to see you again. He never expected things to go further, eventually. You went on dates together and eventually became a couple. Despite Dairou's job, he had never stepped foot into Earthrealm. Like many other Seidans, he had never heard of a vacation and had no idea what they were. After explaining it to him, he decided he liked the idea of a vacation and agreed to go with you.

You took him to the beach. It was a quick walk there through all the portals. Dairou followed you every step of the way, not bothering to stop and look at things in the new world. He didn't see the point as you didn't stop either, and they might be there when you returned.

The night was coming. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon. The remaining light was barely enough to see. You laid your towel down so you wouldn't be covered in sand. Dairou copied your behavior and sat down on the beach.

"What do we do?" He asked as he looked at you.

You sat on your towel, trying to light the small pile of sticks that sat between you, on fire.

"We sit here, and we watch the stars together." You answered, as a small spark acted as if it were about to burn. You blew into it, and the fire began to glow. The fire grew bigger, and you sat back on your towel, looking up at the stars.

Dairou kept his eyes on the water, watching as the various creatures that he didn't know the names of popped something out of the water before going back down. He turned his attention to you and smiled a little before looking up at the sky.

"They're beautiful."

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[dinogoofy]

Here's an angsty WIP for the zombie prompt with Havik! This week is gonna be really busy for me, but I'm doing my best to get everything out on time hopefully!

Either clown or Gargoyle will come out next, with zombie maybe following soon after.

  "Havik, I'm not going to-"

   "Bullshit!" He cuts you off. "You're just another shallow fucking survivor, just like the rest of them!" Havik shouts. You step back as he steps forward, until you physically can't anymore. Your back is pressed to the cool concrete of the safe-room. Your breathing is labored as you try to keep calm. You know Havik, he wouldn't hurt you on purpose- but would he? You're not sure when he's angry like this, reeling on you.It hurts to hear his words, his distrust, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid. Some primal part of you is urging you to run like you would from any other zombie, but this is Havik. You don't want to leave him here. 

   "Look at you! You're weak and a fucking coward! It's only a matter of time before you try to handle me like any other zombie!" His horse voice is ringing in your ears as he gets up in your face. You flinch again, skull smacking into the wall as his hands come up to grab you by the collar. 

   "Havik!-"

   "What?! Gonna beg for your life now?" Your blinking back tears of both sadness and fear, looking into those eyes that you know so well filled with hate and distrust for you. You bring a gentle hand up to where his fists are closed around your collar. Letting it sit for a moment, before you shakily reach out towards his face. The base of his nose scrunched up in a mouthless scowl. You slowly trail your thumb across his raw cheekbone, taking in his teeth, scars, flesh.

   "You must be in so much pain." Your voice breaks as you speak. And Havik's face shifts into confusion and something vulnerable before he lets go of you suddenly. He turns away from you, zipping up his jacket and pulling the hood over his head.

   "Find a different partner. I'm done taking care of your ass." He says gruffly, walking off. You call his name again and ask him to stop, but he continues on. He walks out of the safety of the room, tucking his head as he sprints off, the remainder of the mindless zombies idly following after him as he does.

[dragon-watcher03]

Halooo! Sorry if what I ask bothers you but can you make Havik (MK1) content? It doesn't have to be something gory or NSFW but I seriously love that character and I love how you write! Thanks in advance 🖤

I FUCKING LOVE HAVIK-

MK1 Havik x Reader

Headcanons and Intro dialogues

Note: I absolutely love Havik so this was a blast to make. The reader is an Empress in this situation. They work for Liu Kang are aware that he created this timeline. Enjoy <3

So, obviously, he is not your average lover. No, he is much more chaotic, and he would prefer a lover who can calm him down and enjoy the chaos with him. He'd also like a partner who's a little messed up too.

He would be kinda soft around you in private though, and he lets you call him Dairou. He turns from a bloodthirsty lion to a clingy kitten in the span of 5 seconds. He'll never let that side see the light of day unless he knows you both are alone, he has a reputation after all. That doesn't mean he doesn't like PDA, he just doesn't like being vulnerable around others he doesn't trust.

Since he has no lips, you either kiss his teeth, he gives you kitten licks all over your face, or he just shoves his tongue down your throat. And if you're wearing lipstick, leave kiss marks on his teeth and all over his face. He becomes putty in your hands and his pupils turn into hearts.

He loves seeing you covered in the blood of your enemies after battle, he wouldn't let you shower unless he ravages you while in that state. He thinks you look 100x hotter when you're covered in blood. He especially loves blood on your thighs so he can lick it up when he's about to go down on you.

He likes cuddling. Specifically with you on his lap and him wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly (but not too tight). He just loves feeling you against him, plus he's touched starved. Sometimes his cuteness aggression gets the best of him and he'll squeeze you tightly and bite your cheek/neck.

He also likes when you leave marks on him, so he'll never heal them so you'll forever be engraved into his skin. Hurt him as much as you like, he loves it. He would never hurt you, however, you don't have the same regeneration as he does. Most he'll do is hickeys, and so he leaves a lot of them. A lot.

Intro dialogues

Havik: I never thought I'd bend a knee to another being.

Y/n: That all went downhill last night, love.

Havik: You and Liu Kang seem to have a history...

Y/n: chuckles We're just friends, Dairou.

Havik: You are an Empress, yet you work for Liu Kang.

Y/n: He's the reason we even met in the first place, I gotta repay him somehow.

Y/n: You've been getting soft during our spars.

Havik: Only the Devil himself would leave even a scratch on such a precious angel.

Y/n: Those red lines on your back are pretty obvious, don't you think?

Havik: Any scar made by you stays on my body, no matter how visible.

Y/n: You would kill for me?

Havik: I would die for you, my angel.

[2cutie]

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.

[lucarionite9364]

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😭

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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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snow

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Word Count: 536 | Read it on AO3 | masterlist

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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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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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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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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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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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.”

[nekocarlsenpai]

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