#fujin x you

[iliketangerines]

Hey, Tangerine! Love your x Reader fanfics! They're sooooo addictive! I'm wondering if you could write afab!reader x Fujin? I don't think you've written him yet!

Here's my request: Already in a relationship together + they're in a meadow together to forget about their troubles + reader sings him a song w/a beautiful voice, which Fujin loves + he's soft & fluffy & caring w/them, even during sex.

like an angel

a/n: i'm so glad you like my fics!! i've written them a few times, but you definitely sent this in when i had none lol

pairing: fujin x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, pussy drunk

you sit behind Fujin, his head dipped low as he dozes off, and your fingers gently comb through his hair and separate the strands to style the soft strands

the both of you were in a meadow, a slight breeze blowing through the landscape, and beautiful mountains surrounding you on every side

the trees whispered with the soft wind, and in the distance you could hear birds chirping every so often as you hummed along with their song

the two of you lay in the middle of the meadow, surrounded by flowers and sunshine, and the two of you had basked in the warmth of the sun while eating lunch

now, your fingers move through his hair slowly, making sure each strand was the extract width and length and that no strays ever slipped out of your fingertips

you try and remain gentle, stopping your humming every so often to focus on styling his hair and adding in various flowers before continuing again

tapping on his back, you tell him you’re done, and you hold up a mirror for him to see

he smiles at the sight and looks to you, thanking you for fixing his hair, and he leans toward you to give you a soft kiss

a small laugh escapes you as he kisses you, but you grab onto his shoulders nonetheless as his hands encircle your waist, bringing you even closer to him

he hums into your mouth, slightly pulling back and resting his forehead against yours, and you breathe in his scent, like the mountains and the ocean spray

Fujin mumbles that he should properly thank you for braiding his hair, giving you a small coy smile as his hands squeeze at your waist

you let out a breathy laugh and says that he doesn’t have to, that you wanted to do his hair, but he places a gentle hand onto your chest and tells you that he wants to thank you as well

his hands play with the hem of your shirt, fingers skimming the skin of your stomach, and he slowly draws your shirt up, kissing every inch of your skin that it reveals

you sigh, a slight smile playing on your lips, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him, and he looks at you with a half-lidded expression as he mouths at your skin as if it tasted of the freshest fruits

he closes his eyes to take in every sense of you, your softness, your gentle breaths, your sweet taste, and he only opens his eyes to watch your face as he pushes your shirt above your chest and wraps a lip around your nipple

you look at him with a droopy expression, lips slightly parted as you stare down at him, and he closes his eyes once more to ravage  your chest

Fujin swears that you make the prettiest noises, especially as his tongue flicks over the sensitive nipple while his other hand rolls and lightly pinches the other between his fingers

you gasp and whimper at his touch, always so sensitive and reactive for him, and he thinks that he could worship you forever like this

tasting your skin with his tongue, hearing your voice echo in the air, feeling your pleasure roll through your body, it’s an addicting combination, a drug he doesn’t think he could ever get rid of

nor does he want to either

he hums and opens his eyes just enough to remove your nipples from his mouth and see the consequences of his actions, your nipple puffy and swollen

licking his lips, he switches over to the other nipple to give it the same attention, and his hands simply adjust to make sure the other never went without attention

you whine and breathe out his name, bucking your hips upwards to try and get him to move, but Fujin doesn’t budge, simply lapping at your skin

he would move on soon enough, but he wants to enjoy every part of you first

his mouth is relentless, lapping and licking at your nipple before moving onto to kissing every inch of your skin, sucking light hickies into the expanse of it

never once does he stop moaning, his hips grinding involuntarily into the blankets as he tastes you, and he groans and finally moves downward, kissing down the length of your stomach

kissing the slight pudge, he tugs at your bottoms, standing up on his knees to properly take them off of you and watch the reveal of your thighs

as soon as he’s pulled them off of your feet, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, kissing at the inside of your thighs and slightly sinking his teeth into the soft flush

he’s nearly dizzy with how your plush thighs surround his head, and he kisses and licks at every inch, desperate to have all of you

his fingers tighten their hold on you, just enough that the fat of your thighs spill between them as he places the flat of his tongue against your pussy, licking up the length of it

the tip of his tongue presses into your needy clit, and it makes your breath hitch as you finally lay yourself back down onto blanket, arms too shaky to hold yourself up anymore

you resist letting your fingers hold onto his styled hair, and you grip onto the blanket to try keep your grip on reality as he practically makes out with your pussy

he’s loud, uncaring of the noises he makes, and it barely matters with how his hearing is muffled, your thighs squeezing his head to try and bring him in closer

his tongue ravages you, flicking your clit back and forth before lapping at it firmly, and his arms only manage to drag you even closer as he dips his head low so that he can fuck you on his tongue

he grinds his nose into your clit, his tongue fucking into your, and Fujin can’t help but moan at your taste, sending vibrations rumbling through you

you whine and say that you’re close, that you’re going to cum soon, and it only spurs the god further onto dig his tongue deeper into your and grind against your clit much harsher

digging his fingers into the plush of your thighs, he leaves finger-tipped bruises and moans into your pussy, desperate to have a taste of your nectar

your back arches off the floor, and your hands fly up to his hair, tugging at the strands and messing up the flowers and carefully braided locks as you cum

however, Fujin doesn’t care, not when this was the best possible outcome, you writhing underneath him and whining his name like a prayer

he could never get enough of you, and he laps at your pussy, needy to get every single drop he could out of you

finally, he lifts his head up and blinks at you, asking if you were okay, and you frown, saying that you had messed up his hair

Fujin laughs and says that you can fix it later, but for now he wants to taste you again

with that, he dives back in, and you moan to the high heavens your prayers of his name

[vampirzina]

Could you do MK11 Fujin and MK1 Syzoth with a reader who has piercings on her tongue and eyebrow?

tw: she/her (but mostly you) pronouns, mdni, sfw (intended), established relationship, hcs, piercings and the like

notes: i didn’t put a header for this just in case. i also had been racking my brain for fujin content after seeing an edit of him w the caption asking for fic content. i’ll think of more ideas later i swear but for now happy happy happy

masterlist : divider credit

Fujin isn’t a stranger to piercings, at all. He’s seen plenty of them in his time, in all kinds of places—so not the one to judge if she has one either. Fujin finds the piercing on your eyebrow rather cool, having noticed that first about you but doesn’t ask anything about it. But when you stick your tongue playfully out at him once, he can’t help but ask about both of your piercings.

When kisses with Fujin get deep, he tries not to make it obvious that he’s fiddling with your tongue piercing. Not only is it fun, but he loves your reaction when you finally realize. His face is already flushed from the act, but the cheeky smirk he gives you in return makes you playfully huff at him.

Naturally, thoughts wander through Fujin. Though they are mostly innocent, none of them really see the light (carried into the wind rather), out of respect for her, to spare her from the littlest bits of selfishness, and the tiny tiny part of him that fears her response to him—even if it’s not a bad one at all. He rather not play russian roulette with words.

،، ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Fujin, tangled in the sheets of your shared bed and awaiting you there, watches you at the vanity as you undid your look. You rub the tip of your index over the slightly sore spot of your undone eyebrow piercing, hissing lowly.

Your eyes hurt from today’s work, and all you wanted to do now was just… Rest. You couldn’t not address the white eyes boring into your face, however.

“Before you ask, I’m fine,” you retort, clasping the piercing together. You set it with the rest of your collection. “Just tired.”

“I’d believe you even if you told me that your skin was as colorful as a rainbow, when it is clearly not,” he jested lightly, and you missed the way his eyes flit to your lips. “I was not going to speak. I just wanted to… Look.”

“The right word is stare, I think, but if that’s what you’re doing to me I’ll take it,” you stood, strutting over to the bedside. Before you got in, “You look like you have a question.”

He hummed a bit. Then, “None.”

“You sure?” you lift the very same brow he’d been staring at, getting comfortable beside him, but suddenly your gaze hardens. “Wait, don’t tell me. If we’re getting married, don’t you dare propose right now.”

Fujin gives the heartiest laugh you’ve heard from him yet, leaning down to barrage you with kisses as he gets comfortable with you.

───

Fujin needs to kiss you at least once a day.

Syzoth doesn’t think anything of it until he really sees it. He notices it when he’s close to her, cuddling into warmth to duck from the cold night. Maybe it’s his wandering mind as he gets tired, but to say he’s intrigued in it in its entirety is a bit of an understatement from him. If anything, he finds that he likes it on her. Of course he asks about it when you wake, and he feels a bit stupid for not asking earlier. Syzoth asks why and how bad it hurt, and that’s about it. If you’re human, he learns something new when you tell him about the commonality of it between humans.

Kissing Syzoth is an experience you couldn’t get over. Unlike Fujin, he doesn’t toy with your tongue piercing on purpose, but he’s going to brush over it a couple times if the kiss gets all that heated. He’s conscious of himself and many things after that, but surprisingly enough, your piercing there makes him feel a little less conscious of his tongue when he kisses you.

Syzoth offers you jewelry for your piercings. He’s sure somewhere in Outworld and beyond there’s those who sell such things, sometimes he even confuses earrings for them. But once he finds the right stuff, it’s nearly impossible for him to not buy up the entire store. He loves to collect the shiniest and prettiest ones he thinks you’ll like, and occasionally the ones he thinks you would look good with. Syzoth comes home with at least a pair of either or once every few weeks.

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He finds you where he left her—under a tree in the shade from the sun. She sipped the cool drink as she admired the scenery of the place around her.

You’d been wandering with Syzoth through the markets of Outworld for your morning and the better half of your afternoon. Your feet ached, you complained, and being the gentleman Syzoth is carried you here. He said that you’d both go home soon… However, he wasn’t going until he snuffed out the urge by just giving into it.

“About time. I was starting to think you were halfway across the realm. Where’d you run off to?” you squinted in the soft breeze, lips pursing a bit as you watch him fumble with the bag he was trying to give you.

…You look inside.

“I didn’t buy the whole store this time,” Syzoth pouted from her months-old tease. “With the way they were presented to me, they practically begged me to buy them. Not only that, but they were so you-esque. How could you want me to resist?”

“Because I’d like to think you’d want to buy food to eat, Sy,” you joked, holding them in a hand to inspect them. You can see the way he pouts further, if you somehow couldn’t hear him mutter.

“‘M kidding. Do you think that I’m so ungrateful when I was lucky enough to find you?” you immediately follow up to put him at ease. “They’re absolutely gorgeous, Syzoth. Thank you. I’ll try them on when we get home, okay?”

Syzoth, a bit hot in the face now from her flirt, nodded fervently at her. Whether or not she wanted to be carried wasn’t up for debate.

───

Syzoth scours beaches and caves for beautiful material someone can craft into jewelry for you.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

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[leonskittybunwriting]

Body Language (SFW) Fujin!

Warnings: hurt/comfort (sorta) ooc Fujin. Normal Human reader! Chubby reader.

A/N: I don't own mortal kombat and I don't own mortal kombat characters!

Fujin From Mortal kombat 11 (got this pic from pinterest)

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Fujin wraps his large buff arms around the waist of his chubby, curvy, thick girlfriend and he squeezes your belly gently to which you slap his hand gently.

“Fujin, behave.” You demand softly as you snuggle into him and play with his long white hair and Fujin nuzzles his nose against your slightly before cuddling you down into the couch as you put on old animation movies.

“Thank you for taking care of me and helping me learn your ways.” Fujin says softly.

You play with his hair that's near his ear and whispers “I'm just glad I'm able to do so, I'm just a normal human being, I don't have any special gifts sadly.”

Fujin gently cups your face and whispers softly “You don't need special gifts for me to love you.”

You blush and cup his face before kissing him gently, when you pull away you turn your attention to the movie.

Fujin keeps his attention on you.

When the movie ends you turn your head back to him to see him already staring at you and you huff softly “Why are you staring at me?”

Fujin smiles and he cages you in with his arms making you feel and look small “I'm staring because I'm learning more about you, your nose twitches when you become sad during certain movie scenes that are sad. You smile when good things happen.”

You blush as your arms and hands are pressed against his chest and she whispers “I didn't know you paid attention like that. It's a bit creepy that you do that….but I appreciate the effort of getting to know my body language.”

Fujin chuckles and says “I'll try to be less creepy when I do that then.”

[edenianleena]

they looks so amazing!! 😩💗💙✨

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credit : Haviksluz on twitter/x

[tomas-smoked-sasuage]

I wanna stroke my intestines on his hard cock

I mean what????

[loverofthewindgod]

Shower Show (18 +)

A/N: I thought about Fujin watching me while I shower, and boom came this story. Please enjoy! 😉😉😊😊

You return home from a month-long mission, warmly welcomed back by your beloved Lord Fujin. He's just as excited, if not more, as you are to spend time together, but first you wanna freshen up and take a very well-deserved shower. “Ahhh…this feels so nice…” The hot water felt amazing, washing away the dirt, stress, and bullshit from your skin and hair. As you relaxed, you heard the curtain shuffle behind you and turned around to find Fujin biting his lip and stroking his member while gazing at you in all your wet glory.

“Heh, couldn't help yourself, huh? Don't worry, I'm almost done.”

"Ohh, do not mind me, my love. Take all the time you need, and I'll enjoy this wonderous view."

Don't let his adorable soft gaze fool you. The second you step out of the shower, he will go absolutely feral on you. Pretty sure your body was more heated than the water at that point just thinking about it. As you continue to wash yourself, your mischievous mind decides to take over and tease the man. You rubbed all over your body in such a sultry manner, fondling your own breasts, hands tracing your curves as your hips give a little shake. You glance over your shoulder a bit to see Fujin mesmerized, stroking himself a bit faster as he enjoys the sexy water dance.

"Haa...you're just soo fucking beautiful..."

The desperation in his tone and groans are turning you on more and more. He's absolutely craving you right this moment, but hey, he decided to torture himself by watching. You smirked as you turned back around, bending over to rub your legs. The groan that left Fujin's throat as he saw your massive plump ass just a few inches from his cock, man oh man it drove him insane.

"You're playing a very, very dangerous game, sweetheart..."

“Am I now?”

Indeed you were. You began to rub your pussy, spreading your lips to display your tight, moist entrance with a seductive look in your eye.

“All for you baby…”

Aaaand with that....that right there was the final blow that broke the wind god. Accepting your invitation, he immediately shut off the water, picked you up over his shoulder and plopped you down on the bed. He didn't care how wet the bed was, he was gonna make you even wetter. You sat up on your elbows, taking the sight of Fujin removing all his clothes, his eyes completely filled with lust as he crawled his way towards you.

"I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself, sweetheart. But now it is my turn..."

Fujin swiftly pulled you by the legs towards him, and spread them wide open. Immediately digging his face in your pussy, you yelped very loudly, grasping onto his hair before he took both your hands and placed them at your side, going to town on you. His tongue rapidly penetrates your entrance, slurps up your entire mound like its ice cream and sucks the ever living fuck out of your sensitive clit. It was way too much and before you knew it, your legs trembled ferociously with your sweet delicious nectar exploding all over his face. You were a screaming, squirming mess.

“Ahhh! Nghh! Mmmm! Oh my- oh my g-AHH!! FUUUCK!! OHHHH!”

Fujin chuckled as he wiped his face and laid himself on top of you to whisper in your ear.

"So soon, what a shame. I was just getting started….”

Fujin then stuffed himself inside of you, and the sensation was just blissful.

"Nngh…FUCK!…" Fujin hissed, trying to compose himself.

That might've been the sexiest "Fuck" you've ever heard and it made you tighten around him even more. Without wasting another second, Fujin lifted up your legs and began thrusting like a madman. The slick wet noises echoed throughout the room, and you covered your mouth trying not to scream your lungs out, but Fujin feels way too damn good to not scream. He wanted to hear your sweet voice, to be reminded how good he makes you feel. His pace quickened, and you were just in heaven. You caught a glimpse of him immersed in the sight of his cock going in and out of you, his moans getting louder and louder before he halted himself and flipped you over on your stomach. He took you from behind, his pace now at a dangerous level. Your screams were buried in the pillows, hands and teeth gripping the sheets for dear life as he gripped your hips, enjoying the sight of your ass bouncing from his relentless pounding. You felt your knot break and came again, as did Fujin, screaming his ass off as he blesses your insides with copious amounts of his seed.

The both of you collapsed on the bed. Exhausted but oh so satisfied, panting as your naked, sweaty bodies snuggled together. But before engaging in another round, you needed to refuel. “Can we order takeout, please?” Fujin chuckled in agreement, kissing your cheek, super delighted to have you back.

[johnkahner]

Could you do the MK1 Earthrealmers, Syzoth, Liu Kang and MK11 Fujin with a pro skateboarder reader?

AN: My only knowledge of pro skateboarding are those Tony Hawk games and that animated movie he was in. My knowledge is pretty limited lol. Also not my best work, so apologies for that. Not proof read.

Notes: Gender-Neutral Pro Skateboarder Reader, Headcanons

MK 1:

Johnny Cage

-This man likes to watch you perform all the cool tricks you perform. -Would be tempted to have you teach him some tricks, but he doesn't want to risk any damage happening to his pretty face. -Brags about you to everyone he knows. Would post videos of your tricks.

Kenshi Takahashi

-Okay so if it's before the blinding incident he would love to watch you perform your favorite tricks. -If it's after that, it would sadden him that he can't enjoy the performance completely. -But using Sento he can somewhat enjoy it as he did before. It doesn't feel the same though.

Raiden

-He thinks you are so cool. Like he admires you. -Will be your biggest fan. Might fight Kung Lao if he says that. -Would make a shirt or three of you performing. It's one way He supports you.

Kung Lao

-He wants you to teach him. He takes this seriously. -Will brag to everyone about how amazing he thinks you are. -When attempting to learn he would most likely hurt himself somehow.

Syzoth

-Is intrigued when you first tell him about your profession. -Once you show him some of the things you can do he is amazed. -Would ask if you could teach him some of the basics.

Liu Kang

-Remembers seeing something about it in a prior timeline. He thought it was interesting at the time. -Would like to watch you practice. He finds it cute when you are enjoying something you love. -Would tell Geras about some of your performances he has seen.

MK 11:

Fujin

-During one of his many trips around Earthrealm he would go to watch one of the competitions, and that’s probably how he first meets you. -Somehow he convinces Raiden to join him when he goes to cheer you on. -He thinks you look radiant after you are done practicing.

[crimescrimson]

Red's Pairing Polls 3rd Place: WindWolf (Fujin & Nightwolf)

[whimsyvixen]

Kicking my feet imagining Fujin rearranging y/n guts because his older brother pissed him off and he needed to release some of that stress somewhere so why not his lovely little mortal who is always willing to help him out.

Anon! you have me kicking my feet too!! (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

It's a very juicy imagine, I can almost feel it...

He'd use me like a fleshlight, pinning me down to bare the brunt of his lust. Thrusting in and out vigorously, the pace frantic and desperate like the yelps escaping my lips with each jab against my cervix. It would be a sticky mess between our legs, globs of his cum dribbling out of my spasming pussy only for Fujin to smear it on my ass every time he pumps his hips forward. I'd go cross-eyed when he presses his finger-

AGHHH!!!! 🔥 I have said too much! But thank you for giving me this wonderful imagine 💋!!

[iliketangerines]

Fujin with a reader who’s one of Raidens students- like they’re secretly seeing each other. Maybe one day he expresses how badly he wants the warmth of a family ((actually canon- he totally has a breeding kink- no joke)) and reader and him get to talking. It leads to things and when reader starts showing signs of pregnancy- like throwing up and a baby bump..they have to tell Raiden-

a family of my own

a/n: i'm feeling very hurt/no comfort right now. not proofread

pairing: fujin x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), brief and suggestive

you give Fujin a glance from the corner of your eye before going back to focus on whatever Lord Raiden was talking about, and Fujin smiles, wind sweeping up around him in an effort to cool his warming body

he passes by your group idly, checking on their form as they move through the basic stances, and his eyes rove over yours especially

you are strong no doubt, the effort of your training clear on your body, and it was something that Fujin greatly liked to indulge in

Fujin walks through the group, quickly fixing any bad posture and improper gestures, before making his way to stand by his brother

Lord Raiden still drones on about how energy should flow through you, not against you, and only gives the briefest of nods to Fujin before continuing on with his lecture

the wind god stands by his brother as expected and chimes in with his own opinions that roughly align with Raiden’s at times

he is mostly stuck watching you however, how you flow with the movements, your body precise and agile, and how you make not one single mistake

by the end, most of the other students are breathless and exhausted, but you are as still as a leaf on a calm lake, barely even breaking a sweat

Lord Raiden calls for the end of the training session, and the students bow and take their leave with you doing the same

you give Fujin a slow blink before leaving, and Fujin knows that you want him to come to your bedroom tonight

and he will gladly oblige to your demands

for a second, he muses on the fact that he is the god, one who could control the wind and bring down trees and houses and lives with just a flick of his finger, but he bends so easily to your will

he supposes it’s worth it, he enjoys your warmth, your strength, your kindness, and it is quite the treat to work for you

you are quite picky, always the one choosing when to bed and when not, sometimes he will come and you decide he was too late or too early and send him away

it makes the chase all that much better

Fujin waits for the moon to just barely peek over the horizon and checks that Lord Raiden was not looking before he walks to your room

his footsteps make no sound, light as a breeze in the cavernous walls, and the only sound of his entrance is the slight creak of the sliding door to your room

your back is turned to the door, baggy clothes on as you face the window, only the slight tilt of your head indicates that you know that he’s entered the room

Fujin steps in lightly, closing the door behind him with the soft sound of a thump, and he goes and sits next to you

you don’t move a single muscle as he sits down next to you, not even a peep, and Fujin knows it’s a night where you do not want physical intimacy but emotional intimacy instead

or at least, you wanted the emotional intimacy first before the physical one

you don’t say a single word to Fujin for a while, but he waits patiently, closing his eyes to meditate as he waits

it’s a loud silence, the sound of the flame in the corner, the crickets singing outside the window, and Fujin can hear the beginnings of a rainstorm forming

minutes pass by quickly, but he does not forget why he is here in your bedroom and only opens his eyes slowly when you finally start to speak

it’s a light simple conversation, cordial questions about his day and what he did, and he does the same for you, asking about your training and the other initiates

and then it quickly takes a turn when you ask what future plans that Fujin has after you, just as the god expected, and he answers that he will keep you close to his heart

your question is vague and so is his answer, and it seems to satisfy you because you open your eyes and turn to look at Fujin, your eyes half-lidded and slightly hazy

but then the haziness clears, and you ask what he wants for, what he craves

the question makes Fujin pause, he could easily answer it wrong and be sent from your room back to his

a few seconds pass, and he can see you shift in your spot, relaxing into your mat

Fujin takes it as a sign to take his time with his answer

there were many things he wished for, a world without death, a world where Mortal Kombat did not exist but only as a nightmare, a world where his champions had lived

all of them die in his throat as he thinks of them, and the god has to close his eyes and concentrate on what he truly wants, what his soul flickers and roars for

something warm, something firm, something of hard work but great reward, and Fujin opens his eyes to find your staring at his with a cold stare

a family, that is what Fujin craves, and you tilt your head at the question, mouth still as you think about your answer

neither of you move from your spot, and Fujin waits for you to formulate your answer, to answer from the depths of your soul

there is no rush, the moon is now high in the sky from the time he had entered your room, and you are still silent as you stare at him with those dark eyes

then you agree, voice firm, strong, unwavering, and you move from your mat to straddle Fujin’s lap, pressing your lips to his with resolve

the god melts into your kiss, hands coming up carefully to hold onto your hips and lightly squeeze them as to not scare you away

you hum in approval, grinding your hips down on him, and Fujin sighs into your mouth, at your softness, your taste, your hand on his body

your fingers are relentless, tugging at his braid and pulling strands loose from his tight braid, and you groan into his mouth as your hips move against his

and then you stop, looking down at him with those eyes of yours, those eyes that captured Fujin’s soul and expressed yours so deeply

he can see you are unsure, and he stops, pressing his lips and willing himself to concentrate as he asks if you are okay

you purse your lips as well and ask if he’s sure he wants a family, if he wants a family with you especially because you know you are high maintenance

you know that you are hard work and many others had given up because they did not want to try and keep up with your standards

Fujin nods, sure and firm and without hesitation, and he gently pushes you off his lap to hold your hands in his

he asks for just a night of talking, to quell your thoughts and to think things through, and you furrow your brows but agree

the both of you lay down on the mat, and Fujin buries his nose into your hair, breathing in your sweet scent

it’s a slow conversation, one of feelings and thought, and Fujin thinks and words every answer and question carefully and you do the same

the night passes, sun peeking over the ridge of the landscape, and you are fast asleep in Fujin’s arms, smiling and cuddling in closer to him

the next few nights you invite him to your room, and he accepts every time

on the last night, you initiate more than just touches and conversation, and Fujin sighs into your hair at the sight of you so pliant and needy for him as he thrusts into you

he kisses every inch of your skin, your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, every possible part he could, worshiping you as best he could

you are lovely, little whimpers and pants into the air, the wind carrying them and dispersing them to only his ears

your fingernails are blunt and dig into his muscle as he cums in you, but he doesn’t mind because it was your way of marking him as yours just as he marks you as his

the next few months you invite him to his room every weekend, and he stays the night every time, leaving only right before the sun rises and giving you soft kisses to indicate his leave

finally, one night you invite him to your room, and you hand him the pregnancy test, shoulders tense, eyes hard, fingers white with how hard you clench them

Fujin nearly pulls you in to him hard to give you a breathless kiss, but he collects himself and opens his arms for you to walk in and hug him

it’s a gentle one, where you just cup his back, and holds you tightly to him as you cry tears of joy

but then there is the matter of his brother, stern, adamant on the relations between god and human as a strictly professional one

your mentor would not be happy

as his best student and role models for the others, he would certainly be displeased with your pregnancy

Fujin had confidence he would not throw you out, and if he did, he would battle his brother until he let you

the days come, where Fujin stays in later than the sunrise, helps you out of your bed to the bathroom as you retch up dinner

his presence around you becomes more pronounced, and your body becomes sluggish, tired

Raiden takes notice and finds you after training, looking down at your figure and asking what was happening with his best student

Fujin takes stand next to you, arm on your shoulder, and Raiden narrows his eyes at the sight, lips twitching downward

you say that you are expecting a child with Fujin, point blank and simple, and you stare up at him with a determined expression

the god lets out an irritated grunt, then a more pronounced word of surprise as his eyes flick between the two of you

and then there’s an angrier word, and Fujin can feel the telltale electrical sparks sounding around his brother

stepping in front of you, the wind god glares at the thunder god, and no words are spoken as they bare their teeth at each other

you don’t step in between them either, not in the mood to calm a tornado or bear the brunt of a thunderstorm, and you roll your eyes and move away from them to the kitchens

the baby was feeling peckish and so were you

[vampirzina]

Could you do headcanons of Fujin with a punk reader? (Especially with how calm he can be mixed with the reader’s chaotic energy)

⛧ ┆ FUJIN w. PUNK!READER HCS

tw(s): gn pronouns (you), sfw, fluff (mostly)

note: although i’m not punk i’ll do my best!!!!! my most exciting ask yet. i’m also so grateful to have been graced with a shot at it after seeing the goth & metalhead ones in other tags. i loved them.

masterlist

— Fujin’s love for the human spirit is undying, and it only grows more when he came across you for the first time.

— You interested him, and you interested him a lot. What is a… Punk? He’s always known it an insult, but why were you calling yourself that? Were you evil?

— His personality is able to sift through your chaotic one, and he actually finds himself seeking you out just to hear you/your thoughts

— He doesn’t mind a chaotic personality, as he’s met humans with a plethora of different personalities. He just needs to learn when and how to talk you away from those reckless moments when the situation is dire and dangerous.

— Would jump to your defense but apologize for you when you got mouthy with a judgy rule-obedient Raiden.

— He’s the one who asked for no pickles, you’re the one who tells them he asked for no pickles. If that makes any sense lol

— Even though he usually has such a high tolerance for humans indiscriminate of who they are, he can see why the scene of punk is the way it is. Injustices are everywhere.

— Eventually, you two become really close, close enough that one day you casually introduce him to The Ramones, Sex Pistols and The Clash.

It’s a new sound, to him, but he doesn’t hate it at all. He’d actually sometimes make a mental note of the song name when you tell him, and sometimes ask if you could play it.

— When/if you two eventually started dating, he would sow something onto your battle vest. It’ll remind you of him, he says, and it does. He would hang a cuff or something of yours on his belt in turn.

ᐟᐟ☆

“Fujin, have you seen my vest? The one I always wear,” you frustratedly lifted a pillow, before throwing it down. You almost cuss—you’ve been looking for an hour and you’ve got places to be.

Innocently does he look over his shoulder with it in hand. He lifts it, “This?”

“Yes, that,” your gaze wishes to turn into a glower at him, but you don’t find the will. He lets you find his work yourself, even if embroidery doesn’t really go with the style of it.

☆ ᐟᐟ

— If you do your hair up with a lot of gel/spray, then he’d attentively watch and, boldly one day, ask to try it. Even if he doesn’t do it perfectly, the gesture is tooth-rotting sweet.

If you shave or cut your hair, he would be the type to notice when you do… And ask if you did something new with your hair. The slightest change can prompt the question, so that there’s a chance to flatter you.

If you are in a band, he would do his best to support you from afar; his presence alone could offset the entire room, making it hard to blend in.

— Make him a battle vest. It’ll look ridiculous on him in contrast to what he normally wears, but he’ll keep it bedside or when he needs something to think back on. If you’re cold, he’ll give it to you again. He smiles sometimes at it.

— Punk!Fujin? He’d be so absorbed into the scene and the meanings behind things that he occasionally begins to know more than you. Unbeknownst to you though, it’s all to impress you... ❤︎

— But getting into fights and protests so often makes him worry for you. He’d try not to make it into an argument about your safety knowing how you are but he’d help you learn a new thing or two to defend yourself (to help him more than you, really).

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 — 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐅𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — sub!reader. soft dom!fujin. ftm!reader. body worship. slight use of powers. teasing. praise kink. some oral. general vanilla. perversion(?)

a/n: god i want fujin SO BAD (๑>◡<๑) i dont see much content of him here, but after some inspo on ao3, i HAD to write for him. sorry if this one isn’t as explicit as the other entries, im still getting to know his charecter and seeing what suits him best. otherwise, enjoy fujin likers! 🤍

He swore he’d never fall for a mortal, but the heart will always get what it wants, even in a god.

Warmth and affection were foreign to Fujin, the only companion he really had was Raiden, but even the lighting god was cold to his brother. Being Earthrealm’s protectors costs too much, including the chances of love.

Hence his confusion, when a meer human who’s curiosity got the better of him caught Fujin’s eye. He had no clue if he was amused at the man’s stupidity, or from how drop dead gorgeous he was.

It didn’t matter how many times he stressed it to himself that you were to be forgotten, to get out of his head. He had a whole realm to protect for crying out loud, yet he still found himself getting embarrassingly hard at the lewd images his mind created against his own will. He wanted to curse your name for being so naive, for lacking judgement when it came to crossing the God of Wind. But in the same breath, he found himself fawning over you.

After all, it was an accident. It was him that crossed into your quite, mist covered village within the depths of Earthrealm. He stepped onto your path when you were just returning after an early morning walk to pick from your fresh harvest, your skin dewy and flushed from the cold, wet air. Fujin immediately felt his heart pound, out of both shock and anxiety. However, it was your reaction that solidified the demi-god’s crush.

“I-I’m so sorry..! Am I disturbing you?”

Your gentle tone and worried gaze with eyes that laid on Fujin’s blade and crossbow, with a basket of white peached that still had droplets of water on them. However, Fujin’s mind couldn’t help itself from pointing out the very thing he was thinking about. It was your figure.

You were petite, so much smaller compared to the demi-god. Even through the loose yukata, the back of your neck was exposed thanks to your hair being tied up. Fujin touched his lips, wanting to lean closer and ravage your soft skin. Your smaller body looked delicate, enough for his head to fill with fantasies of you. If he could, he would’ve picked you up and fucked you silly against a tree. Watching the yukata fall off, exposing what hid underneath.

He could only stare, afraid that he startled you from his weapons that were blatantly visible to the naked eye. The silence was deafening, before he spoke up in a quite voice.

“Apologies, please, you first.” As he awkwardly stood to the side of the path, allowing you to pass him by without problems. He seemed to have gotten his feelings under control, but the wind suddenly betrayed him. Rather, revealed what he truly felt within. A sudden whoosh fell upon your ears, as a ribbon of wind wrapped itself against your flushed cheek. Almost like a hand touching it, it snuck under your ear till you felt it kiss your neck.

You turned around, giving the snow haired god one final look and an awkward wave before turning back to the village. Meanwhile, Fujin was practically flustered beyond belief. He knew you knew, and you did as well as him. However, he knew the rules too well. A relationship with a mortal would end in tragedy, constant berating from Raiden and the day you’d leave this world would forever leave an unsealable hole in his heart.

But it always, always, gets what it wants.

The demi-god’s hands roamed your chest, staring down at you while you couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. You were pressed between his larger body and the cold, wooden wall behind you. Fujin’s thick fingers crept up to your neck, gently persuading you to look at him. His eyes go wide and he had to hold back from ripping your hayori off right then and there. Your eyes were bright in the dim sunlight, every single imperfection on your face washed in the pink hue that spilled into your room.

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, as he carried you off into bed and set you down on the edge. He tugged at your hayori till it fell off your shoulders, revealing your bare figure to him. Immediately, Fujin latched his mouth onto your neck, gently biting down on the soft flesh. Instinctively, you spread your legs and allowing him to sink between your thighs, his bulge couldn't be more obvious but he didn't care at that point. He trailed his lips down to your chest, reaching your taut nipples and went for one of them while his hand tweaked the other. The sharp contrast of his warm tongue against your nipple forced a mewl out of you, holding the back of his head with your fingers tangled into his loose hair.

"F-Fujin..ah..slow down.."

He looked up, half lidded white eyes filled with a carnal lust that hasn't been fulfilled in decades stare daggers into you. He crawled back up to press a soft and passionate kiss against your lips, all while he murmurs nothing but praise as he traced every curve and bone in your body.

"How did I have the strength to resist you, the nerve to turn away from an angel. My dear, you have driven me beyond insane..”

He whispered in his husky, low voice in your ear. All while his hands touched dangerously close to your throbbing cunt. Yet his movements were slow, almost treating you like a glass statue. It wasn’t driven by a need for a quick fuck, but a insatiable adoration of you. One that could never be extinguished by just one night of sex.

Fujin slipped his fingers through your lips, teasing your clit with his thumb while you gripped his wrist. His lips still remained glued against yours, drinking up your whines and muffled pleas for more. It no longer mattered to him that he was doing something so taboo, so inconvenient for him as a god. He was beyond infatuated with you, and he will prove it through the pleasure he invokes in you, treating you as if you were created by the Elder Gods themselves.

“Beautiful, beautiful my darling..just allow me to do all the work. Take good care of you like you deserved..”

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[edenianleena]

This Duo.🩷🖤✨

✨✨✨

[qdbs-writes]

May I have a slightly strange request?  Raiden and Fujin's reaction to their crush suddenly saying "God save Johnny Cage" (the reader and Cage are friends and this phrase just escaped by chance and was not even intended for anyone in particular)

nonny, i promise you this is like the least strange thing i've had in my inbox lately

Fujin and Raiden React To Their Crush Saying "God Save Johnny Cage"

It was like any other day in the Sky Temple, or, as normal as the Sky Temple could be. In the last few weeks, you'd been setting up your friendly neighbourhood Shinto deities with some more modern Earthrealm technology, the latest edition being a TV. It was nothing fancy, an old Goodmans 1408 that you had lying around. The real challange was hooking it up to modern channels. After some percussive maintenance, you tune the CRT TV to a talk show featuring Johnny Cage. The storm brothers gathered behind you, enchanted by the flickering screen you had brought to life for them. The interview itself was relatively dull, with Johnny being asked about his latest movie or suspected liasions with other Hollywood actors. It was until the interviewer mentioned one of Johnny's costars, an actor who'd been publicly outed as transgender, and asked if Johnny could ever work with the 'dirty, immoral liar' again. The three of you watch as Johnny begins to shout at the interviewer, screaming that they had no right to say that about his costar. The arguement continues until Johnny punches the interviewer across the jaw, before turning to the camera crew and live audience to speak about the importance of trans rights. But he could only get a few words in before the program cuts off, with a 'We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties' message. The storm Gods share a look while you nod your head proudly. "God save Johnny Cage." you mutter. You didn't have time to think about the nuances of what you had said in front of the two Gods, but decided that it was more amusing to let them come to their own conclusions.

Fujin

Recently Fujin had been building up the courage to reveal his feelings towards you. He was sure of how he felt but painfully unsure of how to go about it. He had asked his brother, Raiden, who was little help. He had even asked other Earthrealmers, although he did his best to hide your identity as the object of his affections.

Fujin knew one thing, that if he couldn't tell you, then he absolutely couldn't tell any of your friends, what if they stepped in? What if they said something to you that gave you a bad opinion of him? What if someone stole your heart first?

There were far too many ways it could all go terribly wrong. And now he was even more confused. "God save Johnny Cage", what did those words mean? Well he knew what they meant, but why would you say them?

Fujin was a god, did you want him to save Johnny? If that were the case, Johnny didn't seem to be in any danger. If you really cared that much about Johnny, maybe it's time Fujin confessed his feelings for you before it's too late.

When the two of you are alone, Fujin will drop to his knee dramatically, "I vow to protect Johnny Cage for you, because since the day we met, I have loved you, and I will do all in my power to make you happy, even if you love another."

Fujin emotionally braces, expecting rejection, but instead hears your delighted squeals as you wrap your arms around him, saying how you love him too, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.

Raiden

For the last few months, Raiden had been delicately calculating how to best start a relationship with you. Part of that was navigating how you felt about others, and if he had any competition to worry about.

From what he had seen, your relationship with Johnny Cage was platonic at best. But Johnny was also more experienced in courting techniques and had succeeded in gaining many partners over his short, mortal lifetime.

Raiden's heart sinks at the idea that perhaps Cage's charm had reached you through the television, ensnaring you enough to make you say "God save Johnny Cage".

He knew the meaning behind that saying, he wasn't a complete fool. To ask a god to save someone was a verbal decleration of your devotion to someone, your pride in them, how you wish their lives to be long and happy.

Weren't all those things the sum of love? Those were certainly all the things Raiden wished for you. For you to suddenly feel this way towards Cage... The only explaination was the TV, clearly a cursed device that you must be protected from.

Que Raiden launching the TV over the nearest balcony when you aren't looking, if you ask where it went, Raiden will feign ignorance and instead invite you for a walk in the gardens, offering his arm for you to take.

[tisaolin]

Was this one is the deleted request?

Can I request a S/O that likes to make annoying jokes and pranks to their partner?

Please make Shang Tsung and Fujin because they pretty much hard to anger and make Scorpion and Mileena since they have VERY bad temper

S/O likes to

annoyingly poke their partner's cheek

using water squirt ring (sometimes)

pull my fing- wait that's too much

You can use if you have other prank ideas as well

Keep up the good work!!

OMG YASS IT WASS!!! IM ALSO SO GLAD YOU INCLUDED FUJIN BC AT FIRST U DIDNT SO I WAS GONNA WRITE FOR HIM, KUNG LAO, AND LIU KANG

Kombatants with a playful s/o

Characters: Shang Tsung, Fujin, Mileena, Scorpion

SHANG TSUNG

LITERALLY RESISTING THE URGE TO NOT LAUGH.

He’s actually fond of the poking and doesn’t mind when you make a “whee” sound everytime you sneak from behind him and poke his cheek. He finds it adorable.

WTF! He literally SCREAMS that when you shoot him with a water gun. Same when you do the ole bucket trick.

When you use the ole whoopie cushion on him, He looks at you and theres like minutes of awkward silence until he starts snickering.

Pranks got so bad he had to BEG you to stop while literally on the verge of tears, “PLEASE,YOU GOT TO STOP THE BULLSHIT 😖”

Fujin

He’s a little confused but he finds the pranks cute.

The poking his cheeks makes him smile, physical touch is his cup of tea fr.

When you spray him with water, he uses wind to make you fall. Starting prank wars NOW!

Raiden is absolutely MORTIFIED at what you turned his brother into.

It’s a never ending battle between the two of you.

In the end, you won when you got some fake hair to make it seem like you cut his actual hair.

Scorpion

Almost at his breaking point fr.

Poking his cheeks isn’t too bad but he does ask if you can stop because it gets annoying.

When you spray him with a water gun he has to meditate in order to keep himself from MURDERING YOU.

He almost set you on fire when you made him fall down the stairs 😞(geez louis please dont kill him)

The snakes in a pringles can is probably the only prank that made him laugh, after being scared lol. “ARE YOU LAUGHING??” “…no” “YES YOU ARE”

Mileena (shes so cute I LOVE HER SOO MUCH)

Mileena loves you so much, so she tries to remain calm.

Poking whats left of her cheeks (im so sorry) causes her to ALMOST BITE YOU😟.

“YO WHAT THE FUCK MEL” “DO.NOT. TEST MY PATIENCE” looks like you learned your lesson after that because you didnt do it anymore.

Spray her with the water gun again, it brings a tingling sensation.

When you swapped her shampoo with hair dye. She gave you a look you will NEVER forget.

Perfect example frfr(this how I apparently look at people)

🤦🏾‍♀️congratulations, you’ve made Mileena so mad she snaps at you.

[odditycircus-2002]

Saudade

featuring MK11 Medusa!Reader

Saudade: Meaning (n.). A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains"

A/N: This takes place before the events of Mortal Kombat 1, in a timeline where you, the reader, gained power over the Hourglass. Shang Tsung isn't a fellow Titan or holds a similar position since you're still bitter that Kronika crafted your ENTIRE existence to act as a tool. A tool specifically made to keep Shang Tsung in line and assist in his task for Kronika. If you want to know, read more about this storyline and master list, here.

/

Within the grand Kolosseum, a sea of Outworld onlookers watch as the Emissary of Outworld and Shinnok's Right-Hand Man, Quan-chi, fight desperately against Prince Goro of the Shokan. Observing from the highest vantage point on her gilded throne, positioned with a perfect view of the arena, is a woman dressed in a flowing xuihefu dress made by the finest designers in all of creation. Upon her head, she wore a finely crafted Dian Zi, where her snakes rested behind, save for two that hung by either side of her head; the centerpiece is a sleek silver crown that glowed a ghostly green. On her face, she wore an expertly crafted mask made of gold, carved with a neutral expression. Standing on either side of her, as her dutiful bodyguards, were the demi-gods Raiden and his brother, Fujin. All which is befitting an Empress of Creation and Time.

Yet, the Keeper of Time watches the fight with her face leaning against her fist, her boredom evident despite the neutral mask. Y/N has always appreciated a marvelous performance, whether the shrieks of pain, the resounding snapping of bones echoing in the air, or the squelching of flesh as it's stripped from the body. Most originated from watching the Shokan Prince tearing his opponents/victims into a paste. Y/N smiles to themselves beneath the mask, recalling the past timeline when you would observe similar matches with Shang Tsung, such as one where Goro picked up an opponent with his lower arms before pummeling them within an inch of their life with his free arms, then finishing them by piledriving their head into the ground, hard enough that their entire head exploded like a crunchy watermelon.

"I do love to watch Prince Goro in Kombat."

"I concur; his variety keeps the matches from being too dull."

Shang Tsung looks at his wife from the corner of his eyes before looking back at the unfortunate Earthrealm Champion as his skull is shattered against the courtyard's stone floor, his grin evident behind his beard.

"One could almost feel pity for the fate of Earthrealm, as they're just four more losses away from merging with Outworld."

Y/N turns her head with a tilt of her head, which her snakes mimic.

"Don't tell me you actually feel sympathy for them."

"Of course not; it's just amusing to think about."

Shang Tsung chuckles in amusement at your expression, further deepening his crow's feet and smile lines. A look that you mirrored behind your mask with a matching smug grin.

"You are absolutely horrible!"

"Is that not why you agreed to be my wife?"

Shang Tsung teases, shifting his hand over yours as you continue to gaze at one another with eternal devotion.

... It was all so marvelous.

Y/N holds out her free hand to conjure a polished jade orb that fits perfectly in her hand. She pulls her attention away from the match to look into the orb, which shows her a clear Shang Tsung scene. In the timeline Y/N made, she and Shang Tsung have never married, much less crossed paths. Still, she finds herself watching the man- who just happens to be the current Emperor of China- celebrating some occasion while surrounded by his Imperial court. Y/N notes the familiar smug smile on his wisened face as he raises a tokkuri full of sake for a toast, appearing to be having a better time than she currently is.

Y/n pockets their jade orb before rising to her feet, which immediately attracts the attention of everyone in attendance, including Goro—freshly drenched in blood. They all bow before her in awe and instinctual fear, no one daring to make a peep when she speaks.

"Prince Goro, you have performed well today."

"Thank you, My Empress. I hope my performance today pleased you."

The Shokan Prince respectfully replies. Y/N waves their hands dismissively, already done with the whole respectful spiel.

"Normally, you would have. But I grow tiresome of it all."

This causes the crowd to mutter to themselves about whatever the Empress could mean, as she always seemed to favor Goro. The latter appears to share in the crowd's incredulity, too caught up in his mind to notice Y/N taking off her mask. He looks up from his bowed posture to finally voice his inquiry.

"Whatever do you me--?"

Goro never finished his sentence as Y/N had turned him to stone from where he stood, surrounded by the pulpy remains of Quan-Chi. In that same instance, 3/4 of the crowd are turned to stone, frozen in surprise. The rest of the panicking crowd began to run for the exits, only to be blocked by the most dangerous beasts in Outworld with a snap of Y/N's fingers. The crowd began to trample onto one another as Kolloseum beasts descended upon them, tearing into their flesh and running the steps a bright red. Y/N grinned amusedly before speaking to Raiden and Fujin without glancing at them.

"I want you two to eliminate any survivors you come across, but save one of your choosing."

"Yes, My Empress."

Raiden answers for both himself and his brother. Meanwhile, you sit back on your throne and make yourself comfortable as you watch the pandemonium unfold before you.

/

[After Resetting the Timeline]

Y/N caresses the tube containing an Edenian and Tarkatan hybrid clone she's familiar with. A clone that happens to be one of many clones, all floating within their own tubes, that line the walls of the vast laboratory from top to bottom, in various stages of development. Currently trailing behind Y/N are Sindel and the former Khan, Shao, her obedient servants. Sindel clasps her hands together as she gives her report to the Keeper of Time.

"Despite a few regrettable losses due to incompetence, a good majority of the clones for Project Mileena are flourishing."

"Good, good, good, and what of those behind such incompetence?"

Shao's guttural voice answers.

"Disposed of. They currently fertilize your more plant-based experiments."

Y/N smirked under her veil as she thought of the other facilities she had made, all dedicated to creating hybrids other than Edenian and Tarkatan. The current Keeper of Time has always been fond of monsters and their natural capabilities; now, she can explore these capabilities even further and beyond with ALL living beings across the realms. After all, if life is to flourish at its peak, then its resistance and adaptability must be put to the test. Y/N clapped her hands together as a fanged smile crossed her face.

"Excellent! How goes Project Dragon?"

Sindel and Shao exchange anxious glances at the news they must report. Shao's clenched jaw and hesitation do not escape the Titan's attention.

"Onaga has almost escaped his chains again, your Majesty."

Y/N hums to herself as she raises a hand to her chin in thought.

"Mmmhhh... That is a problem. It would be such a waste if he escaped captivity before I could collect his genetic materials."

She then turns to her side as if to address another person.

"Do you think I should-"

Y/N catches herself before she can finish her sentence. The Titan recalls how she and her former husband spent sleepless nights working on Kitana's clone, exchanging ideas and theories about perfecting a stable clone. She was so caught up in her excitement among these clones that Shang Tsung's absence momentarily slipped her mind. Y/N digs her claws into her hands, deep enough to draw rivelets of blood.

Shao and Sindel tense at their Mistress's abrupt silence after seemingly talking to thin air. They have served under Y/N long enough to know how sporadic her moods can be and just how dangerous their consequences are. When their Empress turns, Shao and Sindel are barely able to contain their flinches.

“Give me the room, please.”

Shao and Sindel share a confused look before Y/N continues.

“Wait outside until I give explicit permission for you or anyone to enter.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

Both Shao and Sindel answer simultaneously, bowing before exiting the vast laboratory. Once the heavy metal doors slammed shut, did Y/N then conjure her jade ball. As always, her orb showed her Shang Tsung, who currently sits at a grand dining table splayed out with a feast befitting royalty. Keeping him company is Prince Goro, alive and well. The two currently appear to be conversing over something that Y/N couldn’t make out.

The polish jade begins to crack under Y/N’s claws, threatening to shatter from her strength. Ultimately, the Titan hurls the jade orb into the stone floor of her laboratory, scattering its shards on impact. Y/N pays the remains no mind, even as they let out residual wisps of magic, instead focusing on her work table placed within the center of the Laboratory. Circling the table are shelves and bulletin boards covered in schematics and sketches for the many beautiful abominations Y/N plans to unleash on to all the realms. She lifts one schematic of a Shokan and Tarkatan hybrid to remove a small ivory chest with a dagger inside.

Y/N then places the open chest on the table and takes the dagger in her hand. She raises her free hand, allowing her magic to flow into it, takes a deep calming breath, and begins to chant under her breath. Y/N then plunges the dagger into her sternum.

The sound of screams were nothing new within the Titan’s laboratory. Shao and Sindel didn’t flinch at the wounded animalistic noises, even as it continues for what seems like hours. Such screeching have become white noise for the two servants; for all they know, you were creating another monstrous construct from scratch.

Which is why when Y/N finally summoned them back into her lab, they aren’t surprised to find their Empress and the dagger she held, covered in scarlet blood. However, they are surprised when the Titan presented them with a locked chest, stained bright red, which seemed to be pulsing at the touch.

“Take this to Geras and have him hide it where no one, not even I would think to find it.”

“It shall be done, Your Majesty.”

Shao replies both he and Sindel bow respectively then go to carry out their task. Sindel glances at the shattered pieces of what looks like jade as she passes by it, but chooses to say nothing. When both representatives of Outworld finally leave, Y/N takes a deep breath; feeling their mind to be clearer than ever before. A sense of calm seems to wash over her, despite the physically sting from her healed wound. Y/N no longer felt that ache in her chest from the thought of Shang Tsung. In fact, she felt nothing at all in her chest.

…

It’s funny really, how Titans besides herself are so easily plied by their vanity, their greed, their fear. Y/N plucks one little string within their intricate web of fate, and they’re at each other’s throat. In this case, it’s very much literal.

Y/N floats midair far from the war unveiling before her, with Shao and Sindel on either side of her. Her fellow Titans tore into each other, bleeding out their life forces which mixed and mingled in the space around them. The Keeper of Time laughs to herself as she watches reality around her start to unravel at the seams.

”Can you believe they’re willing to destroy themselves over such petty reasons? It’s absurd!

Y/N wipes away imaginary tears of joy as entire stars blink in and out of existence. Often in brilliant bursts of light and color before nothing but never ending voids remain, slowly returning Time and Space to how it once was in the beginning. Sindel and Shao could only stand and watch besides their Empress, expressions unreadable and unable to comprehend the destruction around them. Shao is the first of the pair to speak.

“Agreed, your Majesty. It seems absurd.”

Sindel opens her mouth to speak, but whatever she was about to say is blocked out by a resounding THUD echoing across the entire battlefield, the realms, the universe. The origin of the sound sends back everyone on the battlefield, including Y/N, light years away from the impact. The Titan cackled in exhilaration from the powerful force, clapping at the spectacle.

“What a performance there! Wouldn’t you say?”

“I concur, Your majesty. Nothing like I’ve ever seen in my eons of life.”

Sindel replied as she stumbles in midair, trying to somehow find her center. Y/N shoots the Edenian a scowl before turning to watch the Heavens themselves burn away, revealing a new glistening world shining in through the tear. She smiles maniacally at the new world before her. A new world to influence and bend to her will.

“Glorious, is it not?”

“Indeed.”

Both Shao and Sindel answer at the same time. Whatever awe Y/N had in her eyes are snuffed out at the monotonous response. She gives a displeased hiss as she leans the side of her face against her hand. No longer did she feel any anticipation at the prospect of her finding new territory for her creations to expand and conquer, rather Y/N felt… dissatisfaction.

‘If he were here, he’d perhaps make this new discovery of expansion-‘

Y/N thoughts come to a halt. With a frustrated hiss and a resounding SNAP from both hands, time came to a complete stop. The Titans freeze mid-action of their war, as did all their weapons and their magic, capturing them all in a cosmic moment in time. Yet, Y/N didn’t pay any mind to the grand display or even the rip in Space Time; she became too caught up with her mad rambling, pacing in mid air with her snakes writhing and snapping at the air around her. She barely paid Shao or Sindel any mind, who could only watch.

“Why does this keep happening?!? Why can’t he ssssstay out of my head???? Moments of triumph and entertainment, interrupted by the intrussssive image of that man! The AUDACITY to remain within my mind, when I have sssssurpassed him! I have made this entire reality from SCRATCH, I have learned the intricacies of time manipulation, uncovered secretssss cannot EVER be shared, I had terraformed ALL the realms and filled them with my beautiful creations! I have made Titans tear at each other’s throats to the point that REALITY itself shredssss itself! ALL that I have made and have accomplished was becaussssse of ME, not HIM! So WHY-“

Y/N spins around to face Shao and Sindel, both taking a step back when their Empress’s snakes snap centimeters away from their face.

“Why? Why doessss he continue to haunt me?”

Without any warning, Y/N teleports them all before the Hourglass, paying no mind to its cracks. She waves a hand, instantly conjuring an image of Shang Tsung; who is offering a jade pendant to another woman, that’s noticeably NOT Y/N. The Titan hisses venomously as the rest of her snakes baring their fangs at the image of the other woman, appearing ready to strike at the interloper. In the midst of her rage, the floor of the Hourglass’s Keep begin sprout red fleshy vines with thorns that begin to cover the entire floor. Shao, knowing that letting those red weeds’ spikes touch him would mean instant paralysis, speaks.

“Your Majesty, if those Earthrealmers caused you such agony, then I offer that I travel to Earth realm to annihilate them both- GAHHH!!!”

Without any warning, the fleshy vines impale themselves through Shao’s deltoids and thighs. He gives out another cry of pain as the vines begin to wrap themselves around his limbs, their poison leaving him immobilized. Shao is then lifted so he’s face to face with his creator, whose gaze pierced him from behind her gilded mask and her wings flared from behind her. Y/N cups his cheek in her claws in a mockingly sweet gesture juxtaposing the position Shao’s in.

“You are to NEVER lay a ssssingle claw upon Shang Tsung. If you dare to even think you could, I will tear your body into piecessss to make better and more obedient mutts before DEVOURING your sssssoul to savor for ETERNITY!”

With each second pass, Y/N claws dig deeper into Shao’s thick skin to the point of drawing blood. She gives a mockingly sweet smile that Shao and Sindel could HEAR from behind the Titan’s mask.

“Blink twice if you understand.”

Shao complied and is released from him bondage, leaving him crumpled on the ground. Sindel, despite her reasonable fears, is the next to make her voice known.

“If I may speak freely, My Empress, I would like to make a suggestion for your plight.”

The former Empress of Outworld tenses as she readies herself for Y/N to lash out, only for the latter and her head of snakes to, instead, focus her attention on Sindel.

“Speak.”

Sindel only hesitates for a moment.

“What if you just miss this Shang Tsung?”

Y/N remains perfectly still on the spot for, what very well could’ve been, eternity with her gaze focused on Sindel. The Titan then walks and stops in front of Sindel, who keeps her eyes focused on the ground. The former Empress feels her heart race as Y/N raises a hand… only for the Titan to use it to tap a claw against the side of her mask.

“Mmmhhh… Thank you for your council, Sindel.”

Y/N waves her hands in Shao’s direction, manipulating time as to reverse the damage to his wounds and paralysis. Fully healed, Shao bows in thanks to his creator.

“Many thanks, Your Majesty.”

“If you truly want to show your gratitude for having me sssspare your life, then go to Earthrealm,”

Y/N and her snakes hisses as she points to the woman depicted in the Hourglass.

“And eliminate THAT woman.”

“It shall be done, your Majesty.”

Shao bows respectfully. Y/N nods in approval before dismissing him and Sindel.

“Good. That will be all.”

/

Y/N spins and weaves the sands of time, as she has done so many times before. Only, this time, the life she brings back costs more than just a little bit of her power, but by means not enough to weaken her. The life in question that emerges from the sands is a humanoid female with periwinkle skin, a crystal halo floating behind her head, and with flora acting as hair that fall to her shoulders.

While Y/N despises Cetrion for taking part in cursing her, she knew that the Elder God is her best and safest option. The current Keeper of Time wouldn’t dare revive Kronika, so it’s fortunate that the late Titan’s loyal daughter is likely to hold the answers she seeks. Unfortunately, it seems that Cetrion isn’t in a talkative mood as her first action when revived is to take a defensive stance and summon divine her divine energy to smite Y/N. Admittedly, while engaging Cetrion in combat, the Elder God did make the new Titan put in more effort than she has in eons. Their fight didn’t even last for half an hour; by the end of it, Y/N had Certrion’s neck under her foot.

“Did you revive me just to have me watch the destruction of our reality?”

Cetrion inquires in her dual-tone voice, however strained from having Y/N’s pressing against her wind pipes. The unraveling of matter down to its barest particles didn’t pass the Elder God’s notice.

“The thought of watching your despair as I undo everything Kronika strived for is an amusing thought, but mostly, no. It’ll be even sweeter if you continue to struggle, yet Nevermind that,”

Y/N waves her hand dismissively. Her tone becomes less playful and more severe.

“You’re breathing now because of a question I want answered.”

Cetrion’s brows furrow in confusion as she tries to read Y/N’s face from her position, attempting to guess what exactly the new Titan wants.

“You were there when your fellow Elder Gods cursed me, it can be reasonably assume you were also there when Kronika crafted my destiny. After all, Shang Tsung was integral to your plans for the Crown’s creation and thus resetting the Timeline. What better way is there to make a treacherous man comply, than to hold the one person he values over him as you would with a donkey and carrot?”

Y/N then kneels to Cetrion’s level, replacing her foot with her knee with enough force to create cracks around the Elder God’s head and break her halo.

“I admire the ingenuity there, I would even praise your dearly departed mother for the idea if it did not infuriate me so. I suppose my question is, why even after rebuilding my ENTIRE being over and over again, carving out my heart sssso as to avoid the pain, I sssstill yearn for a man I’m no longer bound to in any way? He is now BENEATH my station and ssssomeone I never needed at all if it weren’t for Kronika’s interference!”

A beat of silence hangs over. Cetrion heaves before speaking.

“You do have some semblance of virtue.”

Y/N tilts her head in curiosity.

“Explain.”

Cetrion’s expression doesn’t change even with Y/N snakes flicking their tongues inquisitively at her.

“It is really quite simple, despite my Mother’s interference and your denial, your heart betrays your love for Shang Tsung. As unfathomable as it may sound to the likes of you.”

Y/N’s snakes stop mid-hiss and retract from Cetrion’s face. The new Titan rises to her feet and raises an index finger and thumb to her chin in deep thought. Cetrion takes the opportunity to take a deep desperate breath. She uses her floral tendrils to upright herself, just as Y/N gives a heavy sigh.

“I suppose there’s no harm in confirming this. Thank you for your advice, Cetrion.”

Cetrion opens her mouth to reply, only to find venom sprayed into her mouth and on her face. The Elder God feels her limbs become numb as the ground shifts underneath her, the sounds of reality disintegrating are nearly deafening. Cetrion could hear Y/N speaking to her, who may as well been underwater.

“To answer your question, I’ve given you a new brand of venom of my making, this one psychedelic.”

Cetrion rubs her eyes but it does nothing to improve her vision, as time seems to fast forward.

“You always talk of virtue and how others should pray to you for it. So,”

Cetrion feels something being placed in her hand. She holds it out in front of her, feeling the movement was both somehow too slow and too fast at the same time. In the Elder God’s hand was a shrapnel of her crystal halo with a particularly wicked edge.

“Why don’t you take that crystal to your face and show me how much virtue is inside of you?”

Cetrion, without any resistance, complied and takes the shard into her face to behind carving off large strips of her flesh. Y/N just watches, the inside of her chest now lighter.

[In Another Timeline]

Y/N watches from behind bamboo as a genuinely young Shang Tsung starts hiking down a trail, basket strapped to his back. The Titan had purposefully set up that he would walk down this trail as a “shortcut”; now she just had to enact the next step of her plan. Y/N summons her glamor to exactly how she looked before she was cursed. There’s no need for a mask, as she has long since learned to control her petrified stare. Y/N steps out from behind the bamboo and begins to walk parallel to Shang Tsung.

“Hello there, you seem interesting.”

[In another Timeline separate from Y/N’s]

Titan Shang Tsung looks over his vast Empire on his intricately carved balcony, the lights of the cities in the distance visible in the night. A smug smile settles on his face at the reminder of all he has conquered. His smug expression is replaced with one of confusion as daylight suddenly lights up the night sky. Shang Tsung shields his eyes with his hand as he's temporarily blinded by the intruding light.

It takes a moment for his vision to adjust; when it does, he's greeted by the sight of an upside-down Earthrealm. At least, what appears to be Earth Realm is that the landscape is covered in briar bushes, with twisted monstrosities roaming the land. As soon as this new reality appeared, its portals began to mend themselves until they completely disappeared, leaving no trace of its existence. Save for the few monstrosities resembling giant bats that flew through the portals to descend to the city below Shang Tsung. No doubt to feast on its residents if the cacophony of screams is anything to go by as citizens are swiped from the ground.

None of the unfolding chaos bothered the Sorcerer, who stared up at the night sky that, not so long ago, had patches of daylight streaming in. Shang Tsung taps his armored claws against the marble banister in thought.

"Interesting... Perhaps I shall pay my new neighbor a visit."

Playlist While Writing This:

“Lone Digger” by Caravan Palace

“Davy Jones” ver RafScrap ft. @LaceySings18

“Dream Sweet in Sea Major” by Miracle Music

“Always on My Mind” feat Mary Elizabeth McGlynn