heheh I just found your writing and! yet another mk writer im obsessed with :> if your requests are still open, I’d love something with raiden or tomas with a reader with a tomboy/ funny disposition that gets flustered easily (i have an AGENDA!)
A/N: I'll do you one better, how about BOTH. Least I can do for taking so long to get this done.
Tags: Tomboy reader, Mk x reader, Request, Post Mk1, Drabble, fluff, Heat
C/w: Mentions of heat exhaustion, Sexual Tension
Raiden asked, concerned, as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I-I'm fine." You are quick to shut your friend down, quickly going back throwing cabbages into your cart. It was a hot summer day and you were hot and bothered. Not just by the sun, though it showed you little mercy already, but also by Raiden. He had rolled up his sleeves revealing his forearms. They were bigger, stronger than you remembered. You how you froze like a deer in headlines and stared at them.
Time at the Wu Shi really bulked him up.
"Are you sure? You seem off today" Raiden pressed the matter forward as he threw another cabbage into his cart. Today was the day that your dear friend returned from his hard work at the Academy as Liu Kang's champion.
"I'm fine! Just a little overheated." You straightened your hat and focused on your work. Uprooting the Cables with you Harvest knife and chucking and flinging the last bit of them, one, two, three, one right after the other into your cart. You were working much faster today, Raiden was struggling to keep up.
You two grew, alongside Lao, as farmers working in Feng Jian. Your family worked at the same farm as Raiden and Loa. A lot of the girls in Gang Jian were tough, you were no exception. You always came home and had scrapped knees and bruised knuckles from rough play. You remembered wrestling Lao and Raiden in these very fields when you were younger. With time they got stronger, it did get harder to fight them, but not impossible.
One time you had to wipe the smile off Lao's when he said something snide to you, you couldn't do what exactly, but it was something about you being a weak little girl. He was on his back in seconds with a very unhappy look on his face.
You were such a tough girl, it was ironic then that it was easy to get ruffled and flustered, especially around Raiden
"Yes, well, I suppose today is...rather hot." A few beads of sweat trickled down Raiden's face, but other than that he looked barely affected by the sun's heat. Perhaps a bonus of the amulet that is on his chest, but truly, rather never seemed bothered by heat. His own secret way of reminding all his inherit perfection.
You hated this man's face; that's a lie, you love his face. You hated that you loved his face.
"Rather hot indeed." Raiden lifted his arm to wipe away the sweat on his brow, unintentionally flexing causing flexing muscles through his ill-fated shirt. Once more that knot formed from your belly. "Perhaps a trip to the Teahouse is in order. A nice cup of lemon barley water would do wonders, I'll buy us some."
You huffed as you reached for the last cabbage "I can buy my own lemon Marley water."
"Lemon Barley water." Raiden corrected causing you to roll your eyes. "Well, what's the difference? Barley? Marley? Bali? I'm sure they all taste just the same if you're not given to preference." You wondered whether or not the hotness in your face was from the heat, or from struggling not to look at Raiden. And yet Raiden looked at you, rather strangely. "We need to get you inside, the heat has you speaking nonsense." He laid his hoe beside his cart and walked over to you in the manner of someone concerned about the other would faint.
The wretched man outstretched his hand and laid omit on your shoulder. Taken by surprise, you feel as if your entire body collapses from inside. Chills run through your body at his touch, making you feel things you never thought to feel. "By the Elder Gods, your trembling, the heat you trembling. That does it, you are going inside." You shrug you shoulder, forcing Raiden's hand off.
"I'm fine! Madame Bo's can wait. We still need to get these cabbages delivered and-and-hey! What are you doing!?"
Before you could process it, Raiden throws you over this shoulder in a quick procession. "Put me down, you oaf!" It seems the Shaolin didn't just make Raiden stronger, they made him bolder as well.
You hated to admit it, but Raiden was right, the Lemon-Barbie-whatever-water did just the trick for your disposition. You found yourself sat in a booth at Madame Bo's.
The old woman would've come to greet you but she was too busy taking orders. It was just you and Raiden. The water proved refreshing enough that you drained the entire glass and pitcher. 3 pitcher to be exact. Raiden eyed the empty glass with a deep chagrin. It would cost him. "You did say you would pay."
Raiden slowly nodded. "I did say that, didn't I?" His eyes are mournful. He slumped back into his seat as he imagined the bill. You merely laugh. "You're almost as bad as Kung Lao." Raiden huffed, causing you to sit upright in your seat. "Now you wait just a minute! I'm many things, but I'll never be as bad as Lao." You snippily snark.
Raiden playfully scoffed as he took a swing of his hibiscus tea. "Well, at least you're a better company." He said with a satisfied sigh.
This merely comment sent you in a flush. Causing you to chug faster on your water. "But really, I am so happy to back. The monks at the Wu Shi Academy are wonderful, but I missed Feng Jian so much." Raiden gently places a hand on yours as he smiles, looking into your eyes. "I missed you." At that second you felt your whole body nearly burst into flame. You smiled as the world began to spin.
"I-Is Lao back too?" You ask rashly, placing your glass aside. "Um, Yes, I believe so-I" But you don't give Raiden a chance to finish as you quickly rise to your feet. "Then, why are we here? We should see him, I'd love to see him!" You slam money onto the counter and Get out of your booth. "Wait, we both agreed that I'd pay-Wait-What-H-Hey!"
Raiden is taken by surprise as you rush over to him, grab him, and throw him over your shoulder. "No so nice, is it? Ha! Let's go!" You rush out the door of the Teahouse, ignoring Madame Bo's yelling at you to 'be gentle with that boy or else you'll break him'.
Tomas said as he strikes the training dummy with a complex attack that requires immense attention. Attention that you couldn't give because you were too busy eyeing his bare body. He had gotten the bright Idea to take off his shirt while training, you were lost in a haze as you admired his smooth skin, and the sweat mixed with morning sunlight that detailed his beautiful muscle.
You two were training in new Shirai Ryu training grounds outside. You were a new recruit and already you showed great promise, so much promise in fact that you were set to train alongside Tomas, Harumi, and Kuai. A woman like you comes once in a generation after all, as Tomas put it.
It was a wonderful opportunity. If only you could pay attention, you get so easily distracted, easily flustered. For such a tough girl, it was so easy to get you scattered brained. Tomas especially seemed to be your kryptonite, everything thing man did drove you to jelly knees and a blank mind.
"Bow you go." Tomas huffed, breathing heavily as he wiped the sweet from his from his brow. With a deep gulp you walk up to the dummy, get into your stance, you swing, you miss. You were good, but not the way Tomas needed you to be. "Here, let me help." Suddenly you feel Toma's hot body behind you. His hands are on you, going up and down your body, adjusting and correcting you.
He then walks up to a nearby Dummy and redoes the move, a quick and fats paced one, again you must pay attention, and again you fail to. "Okay, now you try it now." Okay, you try and you fail from lack of paying attention. Tomas crossed his arms and pursed his lip, his eyes are on you. Analyzing up and down, figuring you out in every inch of your being. It took all in your to remain upright, to look strong and confident. "Y/n, step onto the training mat." He said sternly, putting his hand behind his back as he fixed his nose upward and hiss tare at you coldly.
Butterflies gathered and swarmed about in your stomach as you quickly stepped to the mat, feeling it's sunbaked warmth under your feet. Tomas followed you to the mat and stood at the other side of it. "It's clear that you are struggling with this." He decided, his eyes still beating on you. You tried to keep your head up high, but the way Tomas was looking at you was causing you freak out on the inside. "It's clear that you need something different. A dummy isn't working for you...so perhaps a real person works better on you." He spread his legs and got into his fight stance.
You eyes widen and you look at him like he's crazy, you? him? Could you handle being that close to him, or would you combust into flames. "What's wrong?" Tomas said, noticing you concern. "Scared of a little skin-on-skin? I promise...I'll be gentle." Okay, at this point this man knows what he's doing, you decided in you as you also get into your own fighting stance, being sure to be in the exact form Tomas wanted you in.
And just like that, you two go at it. Trading blows, dodging each other. "That's it!" Tomas cheered as you finally preformed the move correct. And so you keep training, Tomas insists that you keep doing the move on him again, and again, and again. He says he can take it, so you give him everything you got.
By the end, you both are on your back, huffing. "I think's that's enough training for now." Tomas huffed. You nodded your head in agreement, by now you forgot why you were so flustered. Why were you so nervous? This is just Tomas, he's nothing to blush over.
Tomas gets up to his feet, he stretches "You really worked me out."
You feel your entire body begin to burn again. Tomas doesn't notice, he instead helps you to your feet. "Get to the showers, we'll reconvene with Kuai Liang later at noon. We'll doing a bit of wrestling. I want you to be my partner." You just smile and nod and bow. You both part ways, going to your respective places to clean up. You didn't know about Tomas, but you were taking a coldest shower.