#mk1 fluff

“I see…” He states whilst chuckling before continuing his conversation with you.

The more time he spends with the cat the more it tends to roam around him. Liu Kang will sometimes have deep conversations with the cat knowing he will get a meow back in response.

The cat began to also meditate with him so…he gets the cat his own rug/mat to lay on while he does his self care!!

“Do you ever question yourself?” Liu Kang asks the cat.

Complete silence before a calm sounding “Meow” replied

“I figured.”

He brings treats over for the cat every-time normally being something different each time. Liu Kang absolutely adores the creature after all it’s almost an exact replica of him!

Bi-Han

He didn’t even know you had a cat until one day he was getting his clothes ready and noticed the fluffy thing sitting on top of them…almost as if the silver tabby was choosing that the clothes were now its own. Bi-Han reached for his clothes and was meet with a hiss before the cat walked off.

The cat would show up every now and then making the tension between the two thick after all, why is this cat competing against him?

Whenever Bi-Han trains to keep his senses sharp he always notices the furry fella scratching on its post.

You originally thought the two would never get along but eventually they come to terms living together, in harmony? no absolutely not.

The cat never meowed to him and he never talked to the cat they would just glare at each other. Bi-Han notices how the cat moves around you, is the thing trying to make him jealous? There was only one time you thought maybe just maybe that the two would get along.

Bi-Han stood against the frame chatting to you about something before the cat strutted its way to sit on the other side of the door frame. They looked at each other and that was it, no fussing or anything it was just the two perched at your door frame.

Bi-Han has mixed feelings about the cat and he’s pretty sure the cat feels the same way after a while they get use to each other! Just not for now.

“oh,” he says, a smirk appears on his pretty face – not the one your raiden has, the one that is the representation of the most beautiful flower in the entire world, no, this one gives the feeling of an ivy full of poison. “y/n?” gulping, you remember the words that left liu kang’s mouth about how raiden once lost himself and sought the power to protect the earthrealm at any cost. 

you stop when your back touches a wall, leaving no place to run either when raiden kneels before you, red lightning traveling on his body that looks so powerful that you find yourself getting weak – not only because of the aura he has unlike the one the raiden you know has, but also because how it seems that he pulls you closer to him. somehow, he makes you lose all logical sides of your brain with the way he looks down at you; prevailing.

“raiden?” you ask, sounding soft which earns a smirk from him as he holds you by the chin.

“oh my love, you’re so soft – so fragile. it seems your raiden doesn’t give you enough – he is still weak. with that power, he can’t protect you, but I can,” his fingers move from your chin to your cheek, and lightning under his skin tickles yours. “come with me. I will protect you and the earthrealm from any danger out there.”

“I can’t –“ you utter, sounding not so sure of the decision but your heart knows the best – and that is to stay beside your raiden, the one who has you completely, not the one seeking power even though he needs to end his friends’ life or even another timeline to accomplish it. “I will never leave my raiden’s side.”

“how loyal,” he says, both irritated by the fact that your bond with the raiden in your timeline can’t be broken and proud of how loyal you’re for your love. “I wish we met in my timeline.”

with his confession, he leaves you behind, going to fight with others – how ironic, he comes here to end any life form yet he shows mercy when it comes to you. whatever it is that makes him do that, doesn’t matter, you say to yourself as you get up and go to help your raiden, hoping he will never turn evil.

JOHNNY CAGE in your own timeline is flirtatious and teasing enough – or as you thought until you see his evil version from another timeline after the great fight has begun. you can’t distinguish him from your johnny – but the moment his eyes find you, admiring how you easily defeat one his companions on the way to the top, he whistles playfully.

when you turn to see him, ready to make a moral lesson about how he shouldn’t be humoristic in a fight for death and life, you see his eyes scanning your body from head to toe shamelessly. realization hits you like a ball in the face; he’s not your johnny. he doesn’t care about anything in the world, well, your johnny didn’t either before meeting with you. 

acknowledging that you see the danger when he winks at you, eyes finally directed to your face. “well, hello cutie. aren’t you such a beauty who will make aphrodite jealous?” he leaves a chuckle when you roll your eyes. without positioning a fight stance, you begin to walk towards him so that you can pass by his side – you can’t stand a version of johnny who is cockier and open-mouthed.

“woah woah,” he stops in front of you, hands on his chest, smirking, “already going, baby? c’mon, there is no man who deserves your attention as I do – not even your johnny if there is one.”

crossing your arms, a weary expression lightens your face up – still, you can feel the heat rushing to your body because of his flirty manner and words. johnny cage will be able to make you giggle with his demeanor with every version of him, won’t he?

“what do you want? a fight? then do it with someone else.” a dismissive hand movement makes him close the gap between you, eyes shining at your words.

“why pretty? can’t hit my handsome face? I bet you love seeing it.”

“u-huh,” you say, smiling as you put a hand on his shoulder, winking at him when he gets excited at the action. “you’re right I can’t hit my boyfriend’s pretty face,” you show his back, “but he can.”

when he turns around after you take a few steps back to leave enough room for your boyfriend to hit his own-self’s face with a strong punch, you chuckle. it’s a sight that will never leave your mind. 

“hey pretty,” your johnny says, gripping you by the waist and pulling you closer. chest to chest, he puts a kiss on your lips, acting like there’s no battle happening around you, taking the taste of you that he missed so much even though he had you before this hell. “you missed me so much that you began to chat with cheaper versions of me?”

“of course not. no one can be like you baby.”

“oh hell yeah!” he chuckles, taking you by the hand, “then, let’s kick some ass, well,” he takes a quick look around before turning to you, “our ass.”

KUAI LIANG of your timeline can’t be looking as dangerous as his evil version even when he has a venomous fire radiating directed to the enemies. your boyfriend tends to have a tender side in him, especially for you. he’s the fire itself – using it to burn the ones who deserve it, and for warming you at any cost, in any place because he loves you so much that he can’t let himself go all wide beside you.

however, his evil version is nothing similar to him – maybe in a few situations but not on the battlefield in which no single soul can escape from the wrath scorpion has.

watching him from afar, for a moment, you can’t help but feel both power flowing through his armored body within the flames rising on the outline of his build, and hatred. 

he mesmerizes you in aspects it shouldn’t have – how can you feel a connection between an evil version of kuai liang when you’re destined to protect your own realm, fighting right beside your boyfriend? guilt rushing to you as scorpion becomes aware of your existence, looking at you after he takes down an ally – your wide eyes that do not leave him is the impulse of it. 

“hmm,” he says, slowly approaching you – you try to move, you really do but you simply can’t, not when every step he takes towards you sends a jolt of excitement and fear to your core, alerting you to either run so fast or stay still and you choose the second option without realizing it until he stops in front of you. “liked what you see, princess?” 

he flirts, teases, and even sounds as if your kuai liang except he has a bloodcurdling tone in his voice. 

when you don’t respond, eyes scanning his suit – looks like he came from straight hell, or he’s the hell, he scoffs, gloved hand replaces under your chin, pulling you closer to him as you rise on your toes to reach his height, hands finding his chest not to fall. “isn’t my version in this timeline enough for you that you eyeing me too? maybe he’s not good at satisfying you.”

heat rising within you, you can’t stop looking at his eyes – burning with flames, magically, yet seeming real as the blood covering his suit. you want to feel disgusted, but you’re far away from having such emotion. 

when he lowers his head, closer to you, you hear kuai liang’s voice behind you – taking you from daydreaming to reality, making you realize you let his evil version do whatever he wants with you. “y/n!”

with such speed, you get away from him, ready to stay in fighting style when your kuai liang covers your body like a shield, standing between you and his evil version.

“you should go,” he says, taking a look at your face as he prepares himself to battle with an armored scorpion whose eyes never leave yours, still attempting to capture you. attempt fails when you shake your head negatively when kuai liang adds, “I will deal with him.”

“no,” you sound certain, standing beside your boyfriend, an assuring smile on your face, “we will fight together.”

evil version only chuckles at that, darkly, and with that, “if it’s what you wish, my love.”

“not yours. mine. and I will make sure to show you that.”

TOMAS’ determination is visible through his movements, unlike the one yours has, his eyes bright with such madness that your heart begins to pound in fear, not knowing whether he sees you as a treat or not – yet, he should, in the end, you’re not his partner in his timeline and he’s here to fight, not spare you just because his soft version gives his heart to you.

“tomas –“ the words leave your mouth, no particular control on it since it just splits out of you easily, to get a reaction from tomas – a good one.

“not your tomas,” he utters, playing with his karambit knife to show the readiness he has, waiting for the exact moment to attack you or defend himself if you take a sudden move, yet, you two agree upon a thing even without knowing it; neither he or you’re brave enough to hurt another, not when you have the love of his version in your timeline – his reason is unknown though. “I am better.”

“maybe you’re, maybe you’re not. it doesn’t matter,” you say, trying to find a feature that has hints of goodness in it by watching him raise one of his eyebrows, clearly curious about the rest of your speech. “for me, my tomas is the best, and he will remain as one.”

he chuckles, “is that so?” he’s more excited than you expect him to be. arms unite on his chest, making him look more dominant than you used to see. “I wonder what he does for you to say that – believe that.”

“he’s not hurting me,” he shuts you down – the thing your tomas will never do, he’s such a gentleman.

“I am not hurting you either,” seeing your relaxed body, he shakes his head, and with a smoke pump, he disappears in sight only to appear behind you, hands hugging you from behind, caging you inside his arms – tight enough to not let you go yet tenderness can be felt as well. he whispers into your ear from his mask, chin touching your shoulder as you take deep breaths because of the proximity you begin to share. other than your boyfriend tomas, you don’t get close with people and since he’s tomas but a more evil version from somewhere else, it feels odd – and excitement mixing within. “but I can’t promise for the future. if you just let me –“

when his fingers find your neck, you push him back, turning around, you take a defense stance, furrowing both at yourself and him – how could he? your tomas would never do things that make you comfortable even in the moments it feels breathtaking. “I should make you regret even suggesting such a thing!”

“no need love,” the time stops for a second, and the heart and soul find the ultimate medicine in the voice of your lover, tomas, whose fingertips touch your upper arms gently, traveling from there until they reach your wrists – his chest touches your back and the remaining marks of his evil version, the ones give you danger, fading away. “at the end of the day, he will not be able to utter any other inappropriate words with you,” staying beside you, he smiles at you – angelic. when he turns to his version, he looks deadly – you have never seen him like this, and from the way he stands, you believe he is determined to make him regret for your sake. “when I am done with him, he will never have the courage to show his face in here.”

“such bigger words from my weaker version,” the other tomas says.

shielding you, tomas bite him back, “I will show you how powerful I can be for my goddess.”

BI HAN’s betrayal still eats you alive, the marks of it have its ghost on your skin and soul; broken pieces, and a wound on the cheek that you got from one of his ice blades he threw to kuai liang whom you intended to protect at any cost, not wanting him to get into a fight with his older brother.

you believed it wasn’t bi han who was speaking – it was his madness that needed to be calmed down – you tried though, you really did but the moment you got hurt, you saw the guilt and concern in his brown eyes before they turned to pure fury as he sought of obedience from all of you.

the brief moment created a bloom in your chest for a spell but it vanished as it came, taking hope into the deepest part of your heart as you watched bi han and kuai liang fight, wishing there wouldn’t be a miscommunication among you all, however, you knew bi han’s obsession with power for lin kuei got more dominant than he felt for you.

it was sad – to see bi han, your bi han, go away from you slowly, not understanding why you don’t agree to be on his side, he feels his own betrayal coming from you – before the fight, he said how he was wounded at your choice – didn’t you love him? he asked and his broken voice now fills your mind as you look at your hands – then, a movement catch your eyes as you wait for the big fight.

“who did this to you?” someone asks – not someone, a voice says, and when his fingertips touch your chin, lifting your head up from where you sit, you see eyes that resemble your bi han. he’s from another timeline, probably in which he doesn’t seek power like the way your bi han does.

tears appear in your eyes, and to hide them, you fend off his gentle touch, not letting him touch the wound directly, “it doesn’t matter anymore.” 

he stays silent, realizing it is bi han, in your realm and he sighs, touching you once again even if you keep as distant as possible you can, not wanting to cry in the middle of a battle area where people go and come as they wait for the upcoming fight. “I am sorry,” he says, and for a moment, you hear the voice of your bi han before coming to your senses.

“it wasn’t you – so, you’re not responsible for saying sorry.”

“but you need it,” he convinces, holding you by the cheek, covering the wound with his palm as if he gives healing through the touch, “and I am here to give it to you.”

you smile, not caring that tears flow into your cheeks, and to his hand – he knows you, not better than your bi han does, but enough to make you sense the comfort you seek within him. “stop talking or I will begin to believe I can beat the bi han’s possession.”

he smiles under his mask, and it reaches his eyes – he looks innocence incarnate. “you will. believe me when I say it, pretty,” he caresses your skin, the free hand positions on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “he will learn that there is no greater need except – you, his beloved one.”

kung lao had mentioned to you a few days ago that the wu shi academy needed help with some tasks such as cleaning or gardening, and you were happy to help.

you were sitting outside on a small stool, a huge bucket of water filled with clothes in front of you. the pleasant scent of laundry filled your nostrils. as you were scrubbing a shirt, kung lao brought you a bucket of clean water.

you smiled at him. “thanks for the help.”

he placed it on the ground with a faint sigh. “you're welcome. so, how are you doing with the laundry?”

you took a small container to retrieve some clean water to rinse a stain, then sighed, pursing your lips and dropping your shoulders. “it could have been much easier if you all avoided wearing white for your fights...” you reproached him (even though the shirt wasn't his, you were sure he had something to do with it).

he shrugged with a sorry smile. to prove your point, you looked down at your hands and said pitifully, “bleach damages my hands...” you displayed them in front of you and made a small pout.

he snorted and shook his head. “i'm not sure if you're aware, but there's a brilliant invention for washing clothes nowadays: the washing machine.”

you gave him a tired look, rolling your eyes as you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain. “this brilliant invention, as you call it, can't focus on the most arduous stains. you really have to rub—”

he feigned a loud yawn, emphasizing how much the topic bored him. you shook your head. “i don't even know why i'm talking about this with you. you can barely hold a broom...”

he frowned and crossed his arms, falsely offended. “i'll let you know i'm pretty good at washing dishes.”

you released the clothes and put your finger on your chin, pretending to think while looking at the sky. “oh yeah? remind me how many plates you broke last time… five, six?”

“oh come on! you’ll never let it go, will you?”

you couldn’t repress a laugh. “never. they had to make you swear you wouldn’t ever touch a plate, not even a fork.”

he shrugged and smiled, revealing his dimple. “my strength is just phenomenal. it’s not my fault.”

you sighed loudly but couldn’t suppress a small laugh. “‘phenomenal,’ he said…”

“hey, without it, who else would bother bringing you that heavy bucket of water?”

you rolled your eyes emphatically and pretended to bow with a completely unimpressed look. “i must express my gratitude to the almighty kung lao,” you mockingly announced.

he smiled proudly, fists on his hips.

“although i could have asked someone much less proud…” you added, looking away.

he raised an eyebrow. “oh yeah? and who would that be? raiden, perhaps?”

you detected the sarcasm in his tone, which made you blush despite yourself. since he had discovered your crush on his childhood best friend, he had made it his mission to tease you whenever he could. he had just touched a sensitive nerve.

you feigned indifference. “well, why not?”

now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “as if you could maintain a complete conversation with him without blabbering nonsense…”

you wanted to protest, but you started to stutter. your scrubbing became less controlled, water splashing in all directions, which made kung lao laugh.

“you see? just talking about him makes you lose your cool.”

you grimaced, and he mirrored your expression. it was imperative to change the subject before he mocked you until nightfall.

“don’t you have initiates to train?”

he let out a slight laugh. “i’ve really worn them out today. a little rest is welcome.”

you raised an eyebrow. “for who? them or you?”

he snorted. you pointed toward the training grounds. “why don’t you go back and grace them with your delightful presence?”

he lifted his arms as if you were about to shoot him and turned to leave, but then remembered something and turned back. “by the way, are you coming tonight?”

you raised an eyebrow. “where?”

“to fen shi’s birthday. at madam bo’s.”

the name didn’t ring a bell. you squinted. “who’s that?”

he looked taken aback. “are you serious? do you ever take an interest in anyone’s life other than raiden’s?”

“oh, come on. you say that as if he’s the only one i care about…”

kung lao crossed his arms, staring at you, eyebrows raised, smiling slyly. trying to regain composure, you pretended you knew who he meant. “you mean… the dark-haired man, right?”

he gave you an impassive look. “…she’s a woman. and we’re all dark-haired here.”

you were about to retort, but he stopped you with a hand gesture. “you have absolutely no idea who i’m talking about. stop playing guessing games.”

feigning exasperation, you threw water at him. he protested, still laughing as he wiped his face. “well, you can join. just, be sure not to call her ‘sir’…”

you cringed at that, accepting the remark since you admittedly deserved it. he added, “it’ll be fun, and there’ll be plenty of good food.”

now the true motive was clear: he wanted to fill his stomach without spending a dime. “why am i not surprised…” you muttered, too low for him to hear.

“what did you say?” he leaned forward, furrowing his brows.

you ignored the question. “will raiden be there?”

he paused to think. “i don’t know. i haven’t asked him yet, but knowing him, he’s not the type to show up at parties, so…”

you frowned. “if he doesn’t come, then neither will i.”

he burst out laughing. “would you look at that. you won’t have fun without your lover, right?”

your cheeks reddened further. it was already too much teasing for one day, and you wondered how you managed not to make him drink the whole bottle of bleach at your feet.

noticing your expression, he eased up. “he might change his mind, you know.”

you lowered your head and continued scrubbing. “well, if he does, let me know.”

“or maybe…” he added playfully, raising his eyebrows.

“or maybe what?” you mimicked his tone.

“i can convince him to come. simple as that.”

your eyes lit up and you clasped your hands in front of your chest. “would you do that for me?”

he struck a confident pose. “of course. what wouldn’t i do for my favorite couple?”

even knowing he was mocking you, your heart fluttered at the idea of being with raiden tonight. “thank you, great kung lao!”

“plus, i’d need something amusing to keep me entertained while i eat.”

your smile vanished at the sound of his mocking laughter and your shoulders slumped dramatically. you refocused on your task, a long tired sigh escaping your lips.

“that’s it, laugh it up.”

he almost felt guilty for teasing you so much, but he was enjoying himself far too much to stop. suddenly, an idea crossed his mind.

“hey.” he crouched down in front of you, smiling.

you stopped scrubbing to look at him. swiftly, he splashed water on your face and immediately ran off.