#mk drabble

| of course! i love writing for fujin 🥺 this one might be a bit of a short one, though. i apologize!

fujin laid in bed with you, quietly reading a book. you had rolled off of him a few hours ago, just to toss and turn under the covers. it wasn’t until he started to hear you whimper and sniffle in your sleep when he really started to worry. he bookmarked the page he was on, then laid the book on the nightstand under the glowing little lamp. he rolled over to his side, facing you as he rubbed your back gently, trying to calm you down, while also trying not to wake you up.

minutes later, he heard you starting to cry in your sleep. he sat up a bit, placing his hand on your shoulder. “y/n,” he said softly to wake you up. he repeated your name before gently shaking you awake. you flinch as you woke up, now full on crying. you roll over to look to fujin, tears streaming down your face.

you almost immediately wrapped your arms around him, sobbing into his shirt. he wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands gently rubbing the nape of your neck. he kissed your head softly, trying to calm you down.

“shh, you’re safe. i won’t let you go,” he whispered into your ear, keeping you close. “do you want to talk about it?” he asked you, noticing that your sobbing was quieting down a tiny little bit. you pulled away a bit, nodding.

he moved his hand to your face, wiping away your tears. you must have apologized to him a bajillion times for him seeing you like this, a crying mess.

you began explaining your dream, how things were going all good and great while you and him were going to fight someone. you can’t name who it was, because it was someone you don’t think you’ve ever seen before.

“and-and you pushed me away with just barely enough time, so i wouldn’t get killed,” you spoke, more tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “i held your body... it just.. felt so real,” you explained. he listened to your every word, nodding along to the story.

“you won’t lose me, my love,” he said reassuringly, bringing a hand to your cheek. he gently caressed it, lightly rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone. he leaned in closer to you, placing a kiss onto your forehead. you leaned into the kiss before speaking.

“how can you be so sure?” you asked him softly, tilting your head to the side a bit as you sniffled. you moved to lay against him. he brought up a knee to support you a little bit as you rested your head on his chest, wrapping his arm around your back, as well, while you listened to his heartbeat. you never knew how or why, but his heartbeat was calming to you, in no matter what situation you were in.

“trust me, y/n,” he replied softly, running his fingers through your hair. he ended up holding you for the rest of the night, letting you sleep on top of him. not that he was complaining, though. he loved holding you like this, and would take every chance he got to do so.

this is my first story for my oc, elía! eeek! i know it’s short, but i was feeling a bit angsty, so now you guys have this. enjoy!! more is to come, maybe even later today, who knows? ♥️ i know that this is hella short, but i have some longer pieces in the works!

word count: 397

trigger warnings: mentions of death, swearing.

kung lao didn’t derseve the death he recieved, let alone what he was to become in thre hands of quan chi.

elía knew she could have saved him, had his wishes not been for her to go help free kitana with liu. the sight, sounds, and feelings she experienced that day replayed in her mind over and over again; liu kang’s cries for his best friend, the snap of his neck, and the feeling of bruising her knees as she dropped to kung lao’s side. the feeling of his lifeless body resting in her arms.

it was horrific and depressing, and elía was certainly not in the right mindset for the time being. making a rash decision, she challenged quan chi. she will always follow kung lao, even in death. raiden and liu kang’s pleas went unheard by elía. the dryadess demanded revenge for her lover, or given that she lost, what happens to him, happens to her.

the battle ended poorly for elía, but she gave it her best, considering her state of mind. liu kang was certainly not prepared of the loss of his dear friends, which only enraged the monk more.

...

as time passed, quan chi had collected the souls of liu kang, kitana, jade, kung lao, and elía, which were soon to be made into revenants. liu kang and kitana were to rule the netherrealm as king and queen, while elía, jade, and lao served as the royalty’s protectors. even though it was expected, it was odd becoming a revenant. everything about you changes, like your personality and looks - not that it wasn’t expected, it was just... different.

that being said, kung lao’s personality hadn’t changed much. while he was evil, his snarky and cockiness still remained true to his character; she still loved him nonetheless. even though he didn’t give a damn about anyone else besides the immediate friends, he still found it in himself to protect you at all costs, to hell with everyone else - and he was finally a respected, high-associated figure in the world? he was living the dream! he resents his past self, and becoming a revenant along with elía and liu kang was probably the best thing to happen to him.

Into the Badlands ImaginesMK Drabble // 15 “You look beautiful in the moonlight.”

A/N Sorry this took so long! I’m currently in the Philippines where at this time of year, it likes to monsoon. Fun fun.

Because of you, MK was beginning to be compliant with the Widow. He began weaning himself off the opium, eating, and training with her — but he wouldn’t dare admit that you were the reason why he was cleaning up his act. MK even stopped sleeping around with other Butterflies because all he could think of was you lying under him. His pride had already been hurt too much. Instead of cage he was kept in, he was given a room and he was given freedom.

He knew he was falling for you, every time you beat his ass, walked with him around the estate, and exchanged books with him. He knew from the way he’d watch you from across the training grounds, teaching the new-coming Butterflies how to fight, and from the way you’d smile and laugh at something Waldo would tell you.

Sunny’s old training habits had always stuck with him, however. That’s how he saw you on the balcony, seemingly staring out into the dark night as he practiced his forms.

You were enjoying the cool night breeze as you stared at the stars. Minerva had been telling you what she had learned of the old world, and you remembered her stories as you looked out. Although you called her mother, she was like the older sister you never had. As you were lost in your own thoughts, MK had found his way to the balcony and was standing behind you.

“Can’t sleep?” You jumped at the unexpected voice, but you knew by the gruffness that it was MK. You didn’t turn around, keeping your arms folded as you rested on the railing.

“No. I see that you can’t seem to either.” At your reply, MK moved to copy your position beside you on the railing.

“Sunny used to tell me about what it was like before, when he was a colt.” You glanced at MK to find him staring out into the night. His hair was in his normal bun, the loose strands blowing in the slight breeze. He hadn’t changed out of his dress shirt and vest.

The air was silent between the two of you for some time, but you could feel MK’s gaze. He admired your eyes as they reflected the moonlight, and how soft your skin looked underneath the moonlight. The little light highlighted the most beautiful angles of your face — and you looked so delicate, yet so deadly.

“Why are you staring at me, MK?” Before he could stop himself from keeping it all in, MK found himself more courageous around you.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight.” You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his doe ones as your cheeks burned. For as long as you can remember, you had been enamored with MK, but wen he returned to the Badlands, it was almost a completely different story.

“That’s the opium talking, MK.” Your reply made his brows crease, but you had every right to assume the worst of him. From the moment the Widow took him in, you knew he was not the same boy you fell for. The MK you knew didn’t need opium like it was air, and didn’t seduce like it was water.

“It’s MK talking.” He moved closer to you as he kept talking.

“It’s not the opium, it’s not the player, and it’s not anything else. It’s me.” MK saw the look of confusion in your eyes, but he cautiously took your hand and gently clasped it between the two of his.

“I’m changing to be better for you, and I want to show you that I’m yours.” You wanted to pull away from him, and you knew you should’ve. But, you found yourself unable to do it.

“Say that again.” You brought a smile and a spark to his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time, and he moved a hand to caress your cheek, a smirk growing on his lips.

| AHHHH i have a feeling i’m going to love writing this 🥰 i love me some fujin 🥺 also, sorry it took so long, my requests were blowing up and i went from story to story 😂

“how about a date night?” fujin asked you softly, looking down to you with a smile. “i want to take you somewhere; it’s beautiful,” the wind god spoke lovingly, his smile growing wider as he met your eyes. “we can have a picnic while the sun sets,” he suggested.

you smiled as you looked to fujin, nodding happily. “i would love that,” you answered softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “where is it at?” you asked, looking up to him as you laid in his lap.

“i can’t tell you that, my love,” he teased, running his fingers through your hair. he smiled as he saw you plafully rolled your eyes, just knowing a sarcastic remark was coming.

“how do i know you aren’t taking me to my death?” you jokingly asked, absently raising an eyebrow up in his direction.

“who said i wasn’t?” he joked back, his smile quickly turning into a smirk. he may not have understood it completely, but he was beginning to pick up on your silly remarks, slowly being able to tell when you were joking and when you weren’t kidding with your comments.

you sat yourself up, continuing to stay in his lap as you placed a soft kiss onto his lips, and he kissed you back sweetly. you pulled away slowly, moving a piece of his hair out of his face. “so, when were you thinking that you were going to take me to this place?” you asked softly, looking into his eyes.

“what about tonight?” he suggested softly. your smile grew wider, nodding as an answer. his smile grew wider at your response. “i’ll start gathering the food.. can you get a blanket, please?” he asked you softly.

you nodded again. “yeah. are you sure you don’t want me to pack the food? i don’t mind-” you started, but he stopped you.

“don’t worry about it, y/n. i’ll do it.” he replied softly, placing a soft kiss to your head. your smile grew wider on your lips at the kiss, before you got off of fujin’s lap and stretched.

you went to your shared bedroom, and went to the double closet. you opened one of the doors, reaching for the thin, gray, folded-up blanket that was laying on one of the racks. you held the blanket, and right as you went to close the door, you noticed the cutesy picnic basket on the floor. you picked it up, forgetting that you had moved it to your closet.

you closed the door, then walked to the kitchen. you set the blanket down on the counter, then place the basket on top of the blanket. he thanked you, quickly kissing your cheek.

-~-

you and fujin walked to the secret place that he was still refusing to tell you about. luckily, it wasn’t too awful far from your home. fujin carried the picnic basket in one hand and holding your hand with the other, while you carried the blanket. you were looking around you in awe of the gorgeous, forest-y looking area. if you thought that was beautiful, yiu had no idea what you were about to see. fujin would take glances over to you, smiling as you admired the surronding area.

“beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked you softly, his eyes lingering on you for a little bit longer as you two walked together.

“extremely,” you answered sweetly and softly, adverting your gaze to the love of your life. you smiled at him. “thank you for bringing me here,”

“just wait until you see where we’ll be eating at,” he said softly, bringing your hand up to his lips, gently placing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. your already gigantic smile grew even more, in awe of the man before you. by the gods, you loved him.

in a matter of minutes, you and fujin arrived to the beautiful field. the grass was a bit tall, with little daisies, buttercups, and silky lupine scattered around the area. as you walked more into the field, you noticed a little pond with a bridge. fujin took the blanket from you and began setting it up while you looked around.

| of course! i hope you don’t mind if i kinda make this a continuation of one of my other writings for fuji water. (yes, that is what i call him... yes, i know it’s fiji. 😂😂)

you had just finished your sandwich, and now you found yourself in a daze, staring at the sumset before you. fujin noticed, smiling as he took the final bite of his sandwich, staying silent. he admired you, a light orange cast illuminating your body. his smile grew, seeing you shake your head, snapping you out of your awe-struck daze.

you looked to fujin, seeing that he was looking to you with a wide, loving smile. “what?” you asked him softly, raising an eyebrow towards him.

fujin shook his head in response, taking a quick glance to the sunset. “nothing... how are just so beautiful,” he spoke softly, looking back to you. you two met each other’s eyes, and a grin grew across your lips.

“you’re so sweet,” you said softly, leaning in to give fujin a loving kiss. “you’re everything; you’re perfect.” you quietly said, making him lean in and kiss you again.

after about half-an-hour or so of talking, the sun finally went down. he looked up, pointing out to you that the sun went down, making you glance up, as well.

you two laid down side by side, as close as can be to one another. slowly, you reached for fujin’s hand, intertwining your fingers together. he looked over to you, barely seeing you, but smiled as you laid by his side. by the gods, he was so lucky to have you. he didn’t know what he did to deserve you, you were way too good to him.

he looked back up to the sky, telling you stories from a long time ago, telling you about the constellations and about different stars and their signs and all that good stuff.

you two looked at the stars for hours fujin talked while you gladly listened. you frequently asked him questions about all the stars, smiling as you listened to your love talk about something he genuinely enjoyed, even if you didn’t necassarily have an interest in it. it was cute just to hear him tell you all these kinds of facts, some that will definitely remember.

eventually, fujin slowly started to stop talking, starting to run out of things to tell you about, a bit worried that he was annoying you with all the talking he was doing.

| i just wanted to show some appreciation to our favourite cowboy 🥰

| gifs are in no way mine, nor do i claim them as my own. all credits go to the rightful owners.

— anytime and everytime you do a silly impression of erron, he’ll just laugh, then take his hat off and put it on your head, telling you to do the impression again, the correct way this time.

— “you’re doing it wrong, sweetheart,” he chuckled, taking off his hat and placed on top of your head. “do it again, the right way, this time.” he teased.

— of course, he enjoys it when you do impressions of him or steal his hat, no matter how many times he may have rolled his eyes at you. you’re his babydoll, of course he’d love it.

— you are the only exception, though.

— though he may not admit it to anyone, erron is a sucker for some cuddle time with you. whether it be after a long day, after a little bit of fun (😉) , or simply just some bedtime cuddles, he will always be down to cuddle with you.

— one of his favourite times to cuddle is when it’s storming, and you two are sitting by the window and watching the rain fall. you tend to lay in between his legs and up against his chest, and almost always fall asleep.

— sometimes, erron will fall asleep with you by the window, but will always wake up in the night and carry you to bed.

— when he places you in bed, he coves you up with the blanket, then kiss your head ever so gently.

— “goodnight, darlin’.”

— when erron is free, he likes to take some time to teach how to fight, how to use a gun, and all that good stuff.

— when he takes you to a shooting range and he’s teaching you on your stance, how to aim, and what have you, it turns into a total “ghost” moment. it’s sweet, and maybe just a tad (🤏🏼) bit sensual.

— he greatly enjoys being behind you and helping you; there only being a mere couple of inches in between your bodies. he keeps one hand gently on top of your hand that’s holding the gun, and the other placed om your waist.

— if you make the shot, he smiles as you turn to look at him, all happy and giddy that you actually hit the target for once.

eeek!! so, this is my first oc fic i’m posting!! i was feeling a bit angsty last night, so now you have this lmao. more stories are on the way, as well! i know this was short, but i was also pretty tired when i wrote this lmao. anyways, enjoy!!

word count: 396

trigger warnings: swearing, death.

kung lao didn’t derseve the death he recieved, let alone what he was to become in thre hands of quan chi.

elía knew she could have saved him, had his wishes not been for her to go help kitana with liu. the sight, sounds, and feelings she experienced that day replayed in her mind over and over again; liu kang’s cries for his best friend, the snap of his neck, and the feeling of bruising her knees as she dropped to kung lao’s side. the feeling of his lifeless body resting in her arms.

it was horrific and depressing, and elía was certainly not in the right mindset for the time being. making a rash decision, she challenged quan chi. she will always follow kung lao, even in death. raiden and liu kang’s pleas went unheard by elía. the dryadess demanded revenge for her lover, or given that she lost, what happens to him, happens to her.

the battle ended poorly for elía, but she gave it her best, considering her state of mind. liu kang was certainly not prepared of the loss of his dear friends, which only enraged the monk more.

...

as time passed, quan chi had collected the souls of liu kang, kitana, jade, kung lao, and elía, which were soon to be made into revenants. liu kang and kitana were to rule the netherrealm as king and queen, while elía, jade, and lao served as the royalty’s protectors. even though it was expected, it was odd becoming a revenant. everything about you changes, like your personality and looks - not that it wasn’t expected, it was just... different.

that being said, kung lao’s personality hadn’t changed much. while he was evil, his snarky and cockiness still remained true to his character; she still loved him nonetheless. even though he didn’t give a damn about anyone else besides the immediate friends, he still found it in himself to protect you at all costs, to hell with everyone else - and he was finally a respected, high-associated figure in the world? he was living the dream! he resents his past self, and becoming a revenant along with elía and liu kang was probably the best thing to happen to him.