#mk fic

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That fic is so self indulgent and I forget other people actually can see it （〃￣∇￣） THANK UUU!!

Raiden dies in Kung Lao's place.

Trigger warnings?: death, overall angst

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Raiden knew this day would come, and yet he did nothing to stop it. His voice played in Kung Lao's head on repeat, like a record stuck in time, and though before he questioned the subtle crack in his words, he had finally found his answer, and it was just the terrible truth.

Fanfic Name: Lover, You Should’ve Come Over

Chapter Title (4): The Intimacy of Washing Blood Away

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games)

Relationship: Johnny Cage/Takahashi Kenshi

Fanfic Summary: Kenshi is absolutely, horrifically - if you ask him anyway - in love with Johnny Cage. He feels it in every tendon, muscle and bone in his body and cells, with his head spinning on its axis with every touch of Johnny’s skin and every note of his voice. It’s indescribable, and probably something old poets would have an easier time describing.

He now has to deal with that, and all the implications of being in love with someone you rarely see. Literally, and metaphorically.

(Or, Kenshi just trying to hold himself back from telling Johnny he’s horrendously in love with him over the span of a few months, which he’s failing at. Its a miracle he’s lasted this long)

Chapter Summary: Johnny’s got a bit of a protective streak, which ends up with him receiving a busted nose and Kenshi cleaning the blood off his face in the back of Madam Bo’s.

It shouldn’t feel as intimate as it does, but Kenshi’s never really been able to hold himself together around Johnny.

Imma be clear here, I am NOT glorifying what's in the fic, it's based on an pretty old rp I did with a friend that I remembered when I was talking with another friend which made me want to write it.

since it was so far back, I had to change a few things cus I forgot how the whole rp went but it was pretty much this.

Steven quite literally runs into the blond man at the market, sending his groceries scattering all over the linoleum.  "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" he says sheepishly, helping the man to his feet.

"It's all good," the man says with a laugh, "Wasn't looking where I was going."

"No, really, it's all my fault; I'm such a klutz," Steven babbles.  "Here we are," he mutters, straightening the man's shirt (Marc snorts at the words emblazoned on the front, "More Espresso Less Depresso") and dusting off his shoulders.  "Right as rain, there we go.

"Ask him where he got the shirt," Jake prods at him.

"No, that would be rude!" Steven shakes his head.  "Sorry, ah, what's your name?" he asks.  The man is giving him a look he's quite familiar with, one that says, You're a little bit mad, aren't you?  Jake's hackles are raised, preparing for judgement or derision.

But then the man smiles and says, "I'm Clint."

For ao3 wrapped: (20)Which work of yours have you reread the most?

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10. What work was the quickest to write?

Hmm this is a fun question bc the quickest sit-down writings always come out different for me. I think this year, back in May I wrote an Outer Banks fic for Mother's Day called Mother's Day Cards, and I don't think it took me any longer than 2 days. It came out as more of a character study style work that when I read it now, I'm still kinda fond of it :)

11. What work took you the longest to write?

Oof I mean. Excluding the works that are still in progress, I'm gonna go with one of my Moon Knight fics, called et voilà, which is finished and posted, centered around Marc and Layla. I think this one took me around 6 months to finish, from a combination of taking long breaks and rewriting it over and over again. It's definitely one of my favorites though.

so fun fact i'm able to blorboify ANY song and this specifically happened when my coworker had a pop hits station on and Save Your Tears by The Weeknd played (multiple times actually). And my brain, like with every song these days, blorboed haaaard, and went MARCLAYLA MARCLAYLA MARCLAYLA.

So. In simple terms. After Marc has left Layla, for whatever reason, he's in a crowded area one night. Maybe it's Steven who's out, like he is sometimes to sit and talk to Crawley. But he's strayed a bit further than normal to try some new food joint, towards the direction of Marc and Layla's old place. And there she is. She's far away, down the street, grabbing a bite to eat herself maybe, maybe going to meet with someone, perhaps a certain pilot of supposed french nationality, at a pub.

And Marc, having been deep within, is immediately forward and alert at the sight of her. It's happened once or twice before, fear getting the better of him seeing a woman at a distance with hair as distinctive as Layla's, but this time, this time it is her. And he takes the front away so quickly and harshly that he immediately feels the start of a headache.

Logically, he knows he should turn around and haul ass far away the second he sees her. But when has he ever been any good at keeping away from Layla when he knows he should? He can't help himself but to watch her for a stolen minute or two.

And he gets closer, against every piece of his better judgement (or rather, with his better judgement winning for a brief moment), and he catches the sadness in her eyes. And when Frenchie meets her and talks with her about him, eventually? He sees tears in them.