#general au

My design AU with some characters because no one asked

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Chapter 2 of fbfh (fated blades, fated hearts) is now in the drafting phase!!

General! Johnny Cage x Prince/Princess! reader

Gn reader || Romantic

A/N: an AU me and friends talked a little bit about, it's an AU where Johnny is evil and takes General Shao's place, acting as the general of the Edenian army. mk1 spoilers, this takes place during the dinner scene

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"Your Majesty." Cage walked towards you, bowing slightly as he gestured to the empty place next to you. "May I?" You stared, looking him up and down. Cringing slightly you opened your mouth to speak, doing your best to be respectful. You were never too fond of the General, his cocky and arrogant attitude combined with his obsession over the throne always gave you a terrible feeling.

"You may, General Cage."

He sat down next to you, armor clinking and shuffling while he got himself comfortable, sitting as close as he could to you. You stayed silent and after only a few moments, the general began to talk your ear off.

"Have you seen the earthrealmers? They all look pretty lame, wouldn't you agree, Your Highness?" He turned to look at you, that grin plastered on his face as always.

"Their champion was able to defeat Li Mei, they're stronger than they look." You looked forward, staring at their champion, Raiden. His elemental powers were nothing to sneeze at.

"Well, Li Mei isn't necessarily the greatest fighter... I'm surprised Sindel has allowed her back into Edenia. If I was king and she allowed my partner to die-"

"But you are not king, are you general?" You snapped your head over to him, a cold gaze on your face as you stared at his slightly surprised face. His mouth was agape before he closed it again, taking his time to choose his next words carefully. Sitting in silence for a few minutes, all you could hear was the faint singing of the entertainers. Sadly the quiet was short-lived before he had to open his mouth again.

"Your majesty, since you're going to rule when your mother dies, have you ever considered having a partner? Someone to rule alongside you?" His words were phrased carefully enough to ask if you're single, while still being respectful. Surprising to see Cage put that much thought into his words.

"No, I haven't, General. How come you're interested?"

"Just uh- making sure that if you're considering someone they'll be right for the kingdom is all. Someone strong who will rule with an iron fist." He quietly mumbled an 'unlike your mother' under his breath, just barely audible.

"Hmm, well I appreciate your concern, General." Mumbling with mock thankfulness, you replied. You could honestly care less about what he had to say, his opinions on the throne didn't mean much considering his role.

"Just looking out for you, Your Majesty. I wouldn't want you ending up with someone like him." Johnny glanced over at Raiden before looking back at you. Just staring.

"And what's wrong with him?"

"Look at him, he's so... small. And he's merely a simple farm boy. What's he got that I-" Immediately he shut his mouth

"Hmm? What were you saying, General?"

pairing: cal kestis x reader summary: it’s been cycles since you last saw cal kestis. connected to this and this a/n: an excerpt from a wip :’). 

just a reminder! anything where cal is a padawan under the general kestis au takes place before the clone wars, so the timeline is shifted, meaning cal -- around seventeen -- is still a padawan under jaro tapal.

the time you had spent with your master off-world had begun to blend together in your mind, painted under one shadow: in the absence of cal kestis. it wasn’t supposed to be that big a deal. jedi padawans, once they were well-prepared enough to join their masters, rarely saw each other. long gone were the days of when in groups they chose their kyber crystals on ilum or trained together as younglings on coruscant. it was just the way things were supposed to be, and your ability to evade attachments that disrupted your peacekeeping was meant to make it easier. but cal kestis had been different. 

now seventeen and grown into his robes, he still is. it’s in this moment that you learn that he always would be different, at least to you, if the way your stomach flips at the sight of him is any indicator. 

he sticks out to you in the force before you can even see his red hair against the backdrop of the darkened room, where jedi roam about conversing with one another. he stands off to the side on the other side of the room, green eyes following the people who pass him. 

his hair has grown since you last saw him, tresses thickened and brushed back in an unruly sort of way, like it was meant to fall forward yet he spent too much time running his fingers through them. yeah.

you smirked. 

you could see that. 

to your left, master shakka leans to you. “have you found your friend?” 

you guess that looks are, perhaps, relative. opinions come and go, shifting with every change and yet. your heart still thrums against your chest as you look at him now, just as it did all those cycles ago --

your master clears her throat, snapping your attention back to her.

though she asks, you already know that she knows the answer. the years have shaped your relationship with her into a secure bond built on trust and understanding. she no longer relied on the force or experience as a jedi master to understand how you felt, she just… knew. she knew you. and she knows the way your heart leaps into your throat as you try to formulate an answer. 

but you understood her as she did you and had grown to be seventeen years of age. so you could, at the very least, pull off the appearance of a jedi who kept their emotions in check. well-practiced, you smile and hide your feelings in the sleeves of your robes.