“happy valentine’s day, darlin’,”

so, i haven’t wrote anything for our cowboy in a hot minute, so i thought, why not give him some special lovin’ on this day? ♥️

also, i want to tag the lovely @sacredwarrior88 because 1. they love erron, and 2. are still patiently waiting (and only known, that i can think right off the top of my head) for their headcannons they asked for awhile back. i know i’ve been slow, i’ve just been so busy, i’m such a procrastinator, and i have a mountain of ideas in my notes/drafts! thanks again, hun, and everyone else that have been so kind and patient about their requests. without further ado, enjoy this story!

you hadn’t seen erron in a couple of weeks. the cowboy was out on a mission that the kahn had sent him on, but he promised to be home for valentine’s day. it was late, but you were still expecting him, nonetheless.

you had spent the late afternoon hours making a delicious dinner. you made some steak, along with some simple sides that erron loved. green beans, coleslaw, and baked potatoes; you had also made some cherry pie for dessert. you had even went as far as dressing up a bit, though it wasn’t anything too special; a dress erron loved you in, you did your hair in a simple braid down your shoulder, and just some light makeup. but alas, at 10:30 at night, he still wasn’t home. you had refrained from eating - despite how hungry you were - because what’s a valentine’s day dinner if you don’t get to spend it with your partner?

you had been in that seat for at least two-and-a-half hours now, the food was definitely cold by now, and no sign of erron. sighing, you stood from your seat and picked up the two made plates of food on the table. you brought them to the kitchen, but just as you set them down on the counter to go grab the rest of the sides on the table, you heard the doorknob turn. you peeked your head around the corner, seeing your one and only cowboy walk in. he had a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand, and an apologetic smile on his lips. “happy valentine’s day, darlin’,” he spoke softly. “sorry i’m late; it smells amazing in here,”

you smiled, going to erron and hugging him tightly. “happy valentine’s day,” you replied softly. he wrapped his arms around you, keeping ahold of the flowers until you had pulled away. “the food’s cold; i made it hours ago,” you chuckled, “unless you want pie for dinner.”

“pie it is, then.” erron replied, that striking smile still on his lips. his calloused hand reached for your own, pulling you to the table. letting out a light laugh, you set the flowers down on the counter ledge as he pulled you to the table. letting go of your hand, he pulled out your chair for you. thanking him, you sat down, a wide smile on your lips. erron sat down across from you, grabbing his fork. he dug it into the pie, getting out a delicious looking first bite. “what are ya waiting for, gorgeous?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“pie for dinner?” you jokingly asked, picking up your own fork. “we are such responsible adults.” at that, you both chuckled, splitting the pie.

the night was filled with long conversations about his missions, and how much you both missed and loved one another. soon, the pie was gone, but the conversation carried on for a good few hours. by two in the morning, you led erron to bed, planning to end the night with sleepy cuddles.

as you cuddled up to erron’s chest after changing into something more comfortable, you let out a happy sigh as you closed your eyes. “happy valentine’s day, cowboy.” you whispered.

 Requested by Anon

| this kinda hurt my heart while i wrote this 😔🥺 also, this is basically the same thing over and over again 😂

{ erron black. }

- when erron saw you walk through the door all bloody and bruised, a mix of anger and worry rushed through him.

- he instantly got up and going to your side, wrapping his arm around you to help keep yourself stable as he brought you to bed, asking you if you were alright and if you knew who hurt you.

- when he got you settled onto the bed, he went for the first aid kit before inspecting your body for any deep cuts or marks. he would start stitching you up if he came across any cuts, apologizing to you every time you winced.

- he would ask you if you wanted to talk about it, but he would understand if you didn’t want to. he would stay by your side for the rest of the night, not daring to even think about closing his eyes until he knew you were calm and asleep.

- he struggled to sleep that night, anger boiling inside him. he’d be damned if he didn’t make those people who jumped you go through hell. nobody dared fuck with erron’s babydoll, especially not on his watch.

- erron had you take it easy the next couple of days, at least until you weren’t sore anymore and your cuts began healing.

{ johnny cage. }

- when johnny sees you walking through the door all bloody and bruised, he immediately rushes to your side and helps you to the couch, asking you what happened.

- much like erron, as your explaining what happened johnny went for the first aid kit before looking for any deep gashes. he apologizes every time you wince or cry, popping a few jokes to make you focus on something else other than the needle weaving in and out of your body.

- once you were all stitched up, johnny would sweep you up and bring you to bed, going to make you dinner before staying in bed with you for the rest of the night.

- he would hold you for the rest night watching the tv until you had fallen asleep, of course after quite a few more jokes to make you feel better.

- on the inside, he was pissed, and if he ever found out who did this to you, there would be hell to pay.

{ cassie cage. }

- when cassie saw you stumble inside all bloody and bruised, she immediately began asking questions as she tended to your side.

- she was careful while she helped you, and right as you sat down, she looked you over for any cuts. when she found a few, she got the first aid kit and began stitching you up.

- once she was done, she would place kisses on each and every cut and bruise, making you smile and chuckle weakly. (okay i need a cassie in my life🥺) and once she was done placing kisses on all of your bruises and cuts, she would kiss your face anout billion just to hear you chuckle again.

- for the rest of the night, you two would binge something on netflix - your choice - and get anything you wanted before you both returned to cuddling.

| 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.

| thank you! also, me too, hun. me too. 🥰 i really needed this fluff in my life rn 🥺

you walked to your doorstep, sighing as you fiddled with your keys, quickly getting out your house key. you unlocked the door, opened it, and walked inside. you closed the door behind you, slipping off your shoes as the smell of your favourite dinner suddenly hit you. you furrowed your eyebrows, walking to the dining room.

as you get closer, you hear a slow song playing in the background. you see fujin brining the last of the sides over to the table, giving you a smile as he did so.

“what is this for?” you asked with a wide smile, setting the food down. he looked to you, taking a step closer to you to kiss your head.

“i just thought i’d surprise you with dinner,” he spoke softly, his smile growing towards you. he went to one of the chairs, pulling it out for you. you let out a light chuckle, sitting down. he placed another kiss on your cheek, pushing in the chair a little bit. he went to his own chair, then watched you as you made your plate.

“how was your day?” he asked you, tilting his head a bit, then began to make his plate once you were done.

“it could’ve been better,” you truthfully answered, sighing a bit. “what about yours?”

“it was alright,” he answered softly. “i’ve been wanting to surprise you with dinner all day,” he admitted. you dug into the food, melting into the mouthful of deliciousness.

“this is delicious,” you said after swallowing the bite, looking to him happily. “thank you, babe.” you said softly.

“don’t thank me,” he told you softly, taking a bite off his plate. “i like doing these things for you,”

you two ate, happily talking to one another as you did so. when you were both done, you offered to take both of the plates.

“no, let me do it,” he said softly, standing up from his seat and pushing it in.

“you cooked, let me clean,” you offered, giving him a reassuring smile. “it’s the least i can do,”

“i’ll compromise with you, how about we both do it?” he suggested.

“are you just saying that so you can block the sink from me so you can do my part?” you joked, raising an eyebrow his way.

he chuckled, shaking his head. “maybe,” he sarcastically replied; you loved it when he responded with sarcasm. just because he was a god didn’t mean he couldn’t learn your sarcastic ways.

you both made your way to the kitchen, and both of you ended up doing the dishes. after a few minutes, the dishes were done and you leaned up against the counter, while fujin reached for the cd player and turning up the slow music, then he offered you his hand.

| a n g s t 😂😂 okay but in all honesty i hope this is as cute as it is in my head 🥺

you sat on the couch, drinking a glass of wine as you waited for fujin to get home. he had been getting home extremely late every night for the past week, and you were getting fed up with him and your suspicions.

you finally heard the lock click, standing up and setting your glass down and looking to him. he jumped a bit when he turned around, not expecting you to be up this late.

“and why are you getting home so late?” you asked, crossing your arms. you raised an eyebrow his way as you stood there, hella pissed off.

“i can’t tell you..” he answered, sighing. he knew you were pissed, even if it wasn’t blatantly evident in your tone.

“you can’t tell me?” you repeated with a hiss. you rolled your eyes, huffing out a breath. you brought your hand to your forehead, almost-soothingly rubbing it.

“look, y/n, i wasn’t quite ready to tell you yet-” fujin started, making his way to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. you looked back up to him, shrugging off his hand.

“of course you weren’t ready, fujin.” you sighed, walking away from the man. you grabbed your purse and your keys before storming to the door.

“wait, y/n, don’t leave me,” he started, going to you.

you snapped back around, facing fujin again as you fought back your tears. “give me one good reason why i shouldn’t leave you!” you yelled. you didn’t exactly mean to yell at him, you just couldn’t help it.

fujin reached into his pocket, pulling out a black box. “i’ve been working in this for the past week,” he said, handing you the box. “i was trying to make it perfect for you, and we just finished it tonight,”

you took the box and opened it, seeing a beautiful open-filigree ring with little diamonds in it. in that moment that you saw the ring, you felt like a fool. “oh, fujin,” you spoke, just barely above a whisper. you instanly threw your arms around him, holding onto the ring and the box. “i’m so sorry,”

“it’s okay, y/n,” fujin cooed with a little smile on his lips. “i hope you like it,” he whispered to you.

“i love it,” you said softly, hugging him tighter and profusely apologizing to the man. you really did feel bad, and you shouldn’t have let your thoughts get the better of you. “i really am sorry,”

“y/n, it’s okay. i get why you would think the things you did,” he told you softly as you pulled away from him. he kissed your head softly, glancing down to the ring in your hand. “i hope it’s the right size,” he said as you slipped it on. it fit perfectly.

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.

| hi, this is my other imagine for today (: i seriously couldn’t help myself 😂

you fluttered your eyes open, seeing the sun that had just began setting, but it still blinded you for a moment. you rolled over, rubbing the sleepies out of your eyes. you sat up after a minute and reached for your sweatpants and slipped them on, then made your way out of your bedroom.

you crossed your arms as walked into the living room, seeing a little box with a bow tied on the top with a note on the side. you approached the box, looking around for bi-han, calling his name a few times.

you looked back down to the note, picking it up and reading it.

“y/n,

meet me at our spot, and don’t open the present yet; bring it with you.

- bi-han,”

you smile at the note, wondering what could be inside the box. you set the note down and go to change into something cute, but all the while comfy. you choose a pair of short black overalls, a coral-coloured sweater, and a pair of black tennis shoes. you brush your hair and quickly put it into a bun before you walked back into the living room and grabbed the neatly wrapped box. you slipped it into your pocket, along with your keys and phone before walking out the door.

once you locked the door, you began walking to the secret spot that you and bi-han would often go to and have picnics, or just to sit there and watch the sun go down. you looked around the area that you knew all to well as you walked, a smile on your face as you pondered what was in the box.

before you knew it, you were in a field full of little flowers, like daisies, buttercups, and dandelions in front of the gorgeous lake. in the middle of the field, you spot bi-han setting up a little picnic. you walk closer to him, smiling.

“what is this for?” you asked him softly, tilting your head to the side as you sat down with him. your smile grew wider, seeing the dinner he packed. he had made your favourite meal.

“it’s your birthday, y/n,” bi-han pointed out. “we have to celebrate!” you lean over and give him a sweet kiss.

“thank you, bi-han,” you said to him softly. “you didn’t have to do this,” you told him, the smile on your lips growing wider - if that was even possible.

“did you bring your present with you?” he asked, opening up your favourite brand of wine and pouring some for the both of you. you suddenly remembered about the box in your pocket, and pull it out. when he saw it, he smiled wider. “open it,”

at his words, you pulled on the bow and delicately removed the paper to reveal a little black gift box. you lifted the lid and it revealed a rose gold and onyx heart necklace. you gasped, covering your mouth. you were in love with it.

“aw, bi-han-” you started, wrapping your arms around him quickly. he chuckled, hugging you back. “thank you,” you whispered.

“i take it you like it?” he teased as you pulled away, looking back to the necklace.

“like it? babe, i love it!” you said happily. you took it out and passed it to bi-han, asking him to put it on you. you turned around and lifted your hair off your neck as he put it on.

you thanked him over and over again, telling him how much you loved it.

you and bi-han began eating and talking to each other, and once you both done eating, you rested your head on his shoulder and watching the sun go down.