Y/n loses track of time, everyday seems the same.
Y/n decides to make the best of the situation.
He decides to abuse this power that he has.
The dark and dreary palace is in need of a makeover. And the treasures from the Iron Vale are rightfully his.
He puts the order in for a complete interior remodeling of the palace.
It doesn't take long for the massive crew to get to work.
Shala obviously notices the construction and goes to find Y/n.
Y/n can be seen overseeing the construction.
Shala: *angrily* Y/n! What is the meaning of this!
Y/n turns to face her.
Y/n: You had a terrible interior designer. So I decided to make a few changes. Using the funds you stole from the Iron Vale.
Shala's blood began to boil. She struck Y/n, knocking him down.
Y/n rolls backwards and gets up.
Shala: You have no right to those funds!
Y/n: I have every right! That treasure didn't belong to you!
Shala walked up and was inches away from Y/n.
Shala: You shouldn't push you're luck.
Y/n: You forget, I want to die.
Shala scoffs.
Shala: Fine! Enjoy you're small comfort!
Shala storms off, the Attendant walks up.
Attendant: Um, master? Maybe we shouldn't make her angry. You may want to die, but I don't.
Y/n: You'll be fine. Tell me, when is the next arena tournament.
Attendant: Later today.
Y/n: Good. Get me my sword and shield.
Attendant: At once, master.
Y/n hid his attendance in the tournament until the last possible moment.
When he walked into the arena, the crowd roared with anticipation and excitement.
His first opponent would be a Shokan warrior.
He noticed that the Shokan wielded four different weapons.
The Shokan wasted no time in charging and swinging wildly. Y/n easily found a way to deal with the situation, he slides underneath the strikes and plunges his sword into the skull of the Shokan, killing him instantly.
The roar of the crowd fuels Y/n as he slaughters his way through the tournament and eventually wins.
Even in this hell, Y/n finds a way to enjoy life.
The next day, the remodeling continues.
Y/n looks at the almost finished interior design.
Y/n: Perfect! Now it doesn't look like a funeral in here.
Shala walks up to him.
Shala: It was fine the way it was.
Y/n: Maybe for you. But if I wanted to live in a cave, I'd go live in a cave.
Shala scoffs.
Shala: *pauses* Congratulations on you're victory in the arena yesterday.
Y/n: Um...thanks.
Awkward silence took over.
Y/n walks away.
Y/n: I think that's the first somewhat normal conversation we had.
Y/n decided to be a ruler and look over the financial reports.
Y/n: Woah, there is a lot in personal expenses. That isn't even including my remodeling!
Y/n looks over past reports.
Y/n: What is all this money even going to?!
Y/n was trying to fathom how anyone could spend as much money as Shala does. But couldn't.
Y/n: This realm would be rich by now.
Y/n puts the reports away.
Y/n goes to his little hiding spot with a book in hand.
He begins to read.
He hears someone climb the roof, he sees the Attendant.
Attendant: There you are! Shala Khan is looking for you.
Y/n: Did she say why?
Attendant: No.
Y/n sighs and closes his book.
Y/n: *sarcastic* This is going to be fun.
Y/n leaves and finds Shala.
Y/n: You were looking for me.
Shala: Yes. I'd like you to finally share my bed.
Y/n: No.
Shala: *sigh* Why must you be difficult?
Y/n: You punched me in the face yesterday! That's not something you do to a spouse.
Shala: At first I wrote it off as you being resistant, but it's been a month now.
Y/n: As I said on day one, I'd rather die than be with you.
Y/n walks away.
Shala: We're not done with this conversation!
Y/n: I am!
Y/n didn't stop and kept walking. Shala yells in frustration. The staff stop and look at her.
Shala: Keep working, or i'll kill you all!
The staff hurry and keep working.
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female Shao Khan x male reader
FanficStockholm syndrome is a preferable fate sometimes.