#Krysta Now

[poorlittlevampire]

what happened to zachary levi man

[krysta-cross]

A little life update, just scroll past if you don’t want to read me ranting about myself 😶‍🌫️

Winter has started where I currently am and while it was very pleasing to the eyes, not to the feeling because I am down with the flu for days now and it hurts, it affects both my work and studies so bad I want to hit my head into the wall just to make the headaches disappear 🫠 hit your head real hard girl and not only the pains will disappear

I am always awakened by my sorethroat that felt like I swallowed shards of broken glass and even just speaking hurts, when I lay down I can feel my sweat dripping from my nape and my back eventhough it’s really cold.

I can’t even focus on getting better or resting because I have a final assignment that is due on the next days, I can’t even think or understand anything I read or write about it like damn I want to cry 😭

[krysta-cross]

Ah so yeah I recently got this dress and saved the reference photo to show my friend. Yep I love lolita dresses I have lots for a person lol 😝

do it :3

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XI): Haunted.

Imagine you are transported to the past… instants before the legendary battle between Aemond and his uncle Daemon Targaryen occurs. What will you do? Part II.

Warnings 1: smut, DRAMA, angst. But fluff endings of course.

Warnings 2: loosely based on “Outlander”.

Warnings 3: long post.

***

You and I walk a fragile line. I have known it all this time but I never thought I'd live to see it break. It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now…

You open your eyes and all you see is a different scenario. There are strange sounds in your surrounding, a mix of voices you cannot identify yet.

Nevertheless you take your time, pain reclaiming your body as you struggle to reclaim your conscience.

“Y/N! Oh my God, it’s really you! You have returned to us!”

You say nothing in turn, barely blinking. Just as you try to rise, you nearly drop again. Not because of the hurting in your lungs and ribs, but mainly due to the memories of happy days.

“She’s very disoriented”, perhaps it’s your friend saying, but you don’t recall it now, giving no importance as of yet to her.

“Can you actually blame her? She has been tossed in God knows what time and place in the past and here she is. One wonders what she went through.”

You remember his smile, the warmth of his body, and then… you recollect of your fall, of how you planned to tell him that you are pregnant. Now looking for signs that you may have miscarried, you somehow sense that you have not.

A brief relief that is, however, incapable of easing the pain you are now in.

“Margaery”, you say when recognizing the first voice. “Lyna.”

The two younger females, surrounded by two older women, breathe in relief and throw themselves around you. You cannot help but weep too, even though this meeting tastes bittersweet.

Keeping the heartbreaking ache for yourself, you try to concentrate in the present, paying no attention in the look of concern the elderly ladies give you.

But takes two minutes before you pull away from the embrace to throw up. Under the quizzical look of your friends, you dissimulate, saying:

“Time traveling does this to sensitive people.”

“Well, what do I know of the side effects of such a thing?”, says Margaery, pleased to make you smile.

“How long was I off?”, you ask as you finally stand and, to your surprise, there are but only your two closest friends and two old ladies.

“No more than a couple of days”, says Lina. “We told your aunt that you went traveling with that research group you were part of.”

“How convenient”, you say, appreciating their efforts. “But how did you…”

“She went after us”, says the elderly lady, who introduces herself as the Priestess of R’Hllor, an old and ancient faith of Westeros named Krysta. “Although there would little need to do so for we were informed of the awakening of the spell by the Lord of The Light.”

Her companion adds:

“The past is dark and full of terrors.”

“Full of terrors, indeed”, you remark without second thoughts. “But full of delights as well.”

At the memory of your beloved, his smile, his touch, his fierceness… your burst into tears.

***

It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now. And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake…

The rage Lord Aemond experiences is inexpressible. The one-eyed prince still rewinds in the back of his mind your fall, the fear and desperation in your gaze, how you cried out his name before disappearing out of his sight. What makes his good eye tear up is the memory of happiness in instances switched to the one of despair and desolation.

He lost you.

Because of his uncle, who, it seems, planned this vengeance for a long while.

The battle follows, despite your voice calling his name still howling in the back of his mind. His conscience subtly accuses him of letting you be taken away, in resulting in his early and unexpected widowhood.

Hatred thunders in his chest and Aemond screams against the storm. Vhagar’s follows, echoing her rider’s angst.

“Ah, nephew! One loss for another loss, is it not how it’s said? Or perhaps one eye for an eye? Which suits better?”, he can hear Daemon’s provocation through the electric curtain of air. “Lucerys shall be avenged! Likewise every family member your bloody house caused it!”

He doesn’t answer, instead pulling the reins of Vhagar, who now spit fire over Caraxes. But, faster in size and age, the red dragon flies away before diving to bite Vhagar once more.

“DRACARYS!”

Whoever cries out the order, matters not. Fire against fire results in blood. When a kin fights the other, they fall in disgrace before the Gods.

Dragons dance in a mortal beat. No good is found within the Prince’s heart. Both enemies are moved by vengeance, haunted by past mistakes, by wrong choices.

Can the situation be averted, though? The battle follows unpredictably, whirling violently around both princes.

But if Aemond cannot live with you, he will die dragging his beloved uncle down to the Seven Hells with him.

***

Carrying on like nothing has happened proves to be a really difficult task. The priestesses asked you many questions about the past and your interference in such events.

“If, however, R’Hollor wanted to send you there, a reason there is. Unknown is the purpose before our eyes, not least should it be questioned, though”, so you were told.

Your friends were eager to know about your adventures and you could only tell so far how it was to live amidst the royalty in the worst civil war Westeros went through.

However, the current days look terribly wrong to you. Everywhere you are reminded of him, your prince, the very one you’ve always disliked due to your historical studies at college and at school.

Here you are, driving to a lake house, accompanied by Margaery, who is, by all efforts, the one you’ve been the closest to… and who didn’t give you up during the moments you’ve been at your worse.

About a month has passed every since you fell back to your own days.

“By the melancholy you’ve been plagued to, I dare say this is more than living amidst the luxury and richness so characteristic of the nobility”, she says after a while.

From King’s Landing to the said lake house takes about three hours driving. But it’s been one since you both drove in silence.

“How obvious is that?”, you side smirk at Margaery, who smiles knowingly back.

“I just know you well, is all.”

Margaery waits. She gives you time, respecting your spiritual state at the moment, for which you are thankful for.

“You wouldn’t believe me…”

“My dear, I watched you disappear like wind blows away dust. You should by now I am not skeptical. Not anymore.”

Your fingers top at the driving wheel before you sigh. And then Margaery is told about the infamous rogue prince, Lord Aemond Targaryen.

***

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Something's gone terribly wrong. You're all I wanted…

Dragons dance still. Melody is painfully mixed to that sound of thunders. Eventually, however, one of the pair must fall. And all indicates that Lord Aemond is not getting his revenge this evening, which only fuels his anger.

Then a solution occurs him.

A mad one, perhaps, but his pride doesn’t wish to admit it. Like Vhagar, Aemond doesn’t leave a battle unless he’s the victor of it.

But now he’s losing, all he can think of is you. Haunted by memories that, until not so long ago, were the merriest he’s ever experienced, the silver haired male feels abandoned by all, a pawn of Gods to their disgraced game where he’s but a misfortuned man.

Aren’t we all?

A thought that occurs him when thinking of his mad sister and insane brother. His family, it appears, payed a high price for the crown. Now it costs all they have. And when remembering the hints you gave him…

Every hope dies. Agonizing, Lord Aemond regains his strength, but Daemon Targaryen outwits him. Therefore, the kinslayer is defeated.

***

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Can't breathe whenever you're gone. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted…

You stop driving in the road when an idea comes at you, that kind that doesn’t leave you rest easy unless you put it in practice.

“So you are telling me you are pregnant of a dead man?”, Margaery breaks the impulsivity that starts to rise in you when speaking after a long while in silence.

You laugh quietly.

“When you put things like that…”

“Well, this is a perspective one cannot unreason with”, she shrugs her shoulders, smiling at it. “But what then? This is a Targaryen child you are carrying in your belly. Do you consider the consequences of it?”

When seeing how pale you are, Margaery realizes that no, you haven’t considered that you are a carrying a pretender to the throne.

“No one needs to know, though”, she says. “The Queen has her heirs as you know.”

You turn at her, suddenly interested.

“I thought she was infertile? Has anything dramatically changed since I was tossed away?”

“No”, says Margaery. “I mean… Her nephew, son of the late prince Rhaegaer, is her husband. They are happily married, so it’s been said.”

You tilt your head, bearing a strange feeling.

“What prince Rhaegar’s son? His illegitimate son, a product of his liaison with Lady Lyanna of House Stark…?”

“Do you mean Jon Snow? Yes, he attends by Jaehaerys II now. He has a strong seed, so it’s been said, having given her some offspring.” And here she smirks in a gossiping manner.

“Ah”, you sigh in relief. “I thought something had been altered.”

But then you look miserable all the same because you know this means Aemond is dead. However… could have it been any different? It’s when you suddenly turn the wheel.

“Uh, my dear. What the hell do you think you are doing?”

You don’t tell her that you think you see him at times. That sometimes you have a glimpse of his face, an ethereal look of despair behind his one good eye as if he silently asks for help.

“Fuck it all”, you say. “I’m going back.”

“Going back where?”

“I cannot be haunted anymore”, you tell her and Margaery sees a mix of perseverance and stubbornness. “I will bring him here. I will bring him back.”

She shoots you a careful look.

“I admit I cannot fathom why on earth you’d do this to yourself, aware that modifying pieces of the past can alter the future. This is too dangerous. Think about your unborn child!”

This has the effect your friend desires, but you are still driving back on the road.

“I cannot give up on him, Margaery. I do not expect you to understand, but I know in my heart he’d not give up on me either.”

And we all know there is no remedy to stubbornness…

***

This is a race against the time. You come to figure it out that, funny as it may be, time works differently in past and present, mostly because Earth’s time works differently. Therefore, months you spent there by Aemond’s side meant you spent no more than a week or two disappeared.

Some part of you admonishes you for being reckless. You cannot simply take in consideration your desires, but the child whose life you must protect. The inheritance of Aemond’s love that will eventually grow and probably forced to live in secrecy, hiding away his legacy—even though with Aegon IV’s renowned productions of tons of illegitimate lines, nearly 90% of King Landing’s population bears some Targaryen blood.

But you want to save him. Like he saved you. Perhaps this is madness, but going back in time was an impossibility never before credited.

“I must try”, you tell her, or perhaps to convince yourself. “I just… must try.”

Margaery doesn’t say a word, rather instead supporting you, which you deeply appreciate.

“I’ll be here for you, regardless of your choices”, she says gently.

“I appreciate it”, you shoot her a thankful glance. “Truthfully I do.”

***

Oh, holding my breath. Won't see you again. Something keeps me holding on to nothing…

It’s cloudy and cold. Although it’s hardly compared to Winterfell’s winter or even that last winter whose scars are still there within you, it’s not warm nevertheless.

Wind howls as if it’s disdaining your attempts in doing what is out of your control. Your curls are a mess as you climb the hill with Margaery behind you, telling you to be careful.

As you turn at her, you realize that this is not only about you.

“Marg”, you stop half the way to put her in a hug. “I’m sorry for involving you in this. I’m sorry for not being the one person I was before.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being who you are. We are all survivors, haunted by the past in many ways. Fighting for love is not something most are willing to do this day”, she tells you. “You know I’m here for you, no matter what. I’m just protective over you.”

“I know. So am I to you, I hope you know that.”

When a bond like this is formed, no bad weather, no conjecture can break. Such friendship is rare to see, but existing nevertheless. Both you and Margaery know that.

And now you part, leaving her to wait, prompted to go back to prayers for your safety. However, as you stand high at the Aegon’s Hill, between the stones, the spell doesn’t work.

“No”, you mumble, trying not to be surrendered by despair at the first try. “No, no. Come on!”

You try to recollect mystic words you believe you’ve heard, but to no avail. You cling onto a stone nearby, eyes closing, however, it doesn’t work either.

Wind howls louder, as if it laughs, and yet it appears you spot ethereal creatures not too far.

You try to hold onto this hope, but maybe this is a trick of nature. No matter what you do, you remain where you are.

“Aemond…”

Your eyes are blurred by tears.

I know. I know. I just know. You're not gone, you can't be gone, no…

You don’t realize you are sobbing until your knees go weak and they collide against the grass. Rain thus starts to pour and your reason cannot conceive the obvious.

Aemond is gone. Past is unreached. You are where you should be… and had it not been for your unborn child, you’d believe all had nothing but a dream.

“Y/N!”, Margaery cries out your name. “Come on! Rain is about to fall!”

You know the wind is too strong for her to face it. Therefore you recollect your dignity and stand.

“I’ll be on my way”, you yell back.

But your voice dies as rain finally drops. It falls violently over you and with the wind, it is as if you’ve been trapped in a storm.

“Oh”, you are now scared when struggling to go back. “What have I done?”

The more you walk, the more difficult it is to leave the circle of stones. To some believers, they’d tell you that you are being punished by the Gods for meddling where you should not be.

However, what if they are playing with you? The Targaryens answer to no men nor gods, but you are no Targaryen. You are a common lass, tossed away in the past to serve some mysterious God a wicked purpose.

These are not your thoughts, though. As a mother-to-be, you realize you must protect your child at all costs. It’s when the unexpected happens.

Right when Margaery is decided to push you out of those bloody stones back to the safety of the car, is when you disappear before her eyes.

“Y/N!”

But you never hear her calling your name.

***

Aemond is not lifeless under water. He’s been rescued by a soldier, loyal to the green house. A few months have passed since this soldier, who happens to be familiar with a priest of the Lord of the Light, was instrumental in getting him back.

When being told of how close to death he was, Aemond says nothing.

“You must not be a ghost in living flesh, lord”, insists the said soldier. “We must get back to our cause at once. The Lord of Light demands it to be so, having impeded you to go to the dark lands of death. He has a purpose to which you now must serve.”

“Targaryens bend to no deity nor men”, he retorts, standing and making his own path.

But reality is worse than he thought. Under a dark cape, he mixes with the populace and there he is informed that the Good Queen Helaena has committed suicide and that Aegon is close to death.

Some say he’s the victim of slow poisoning.

Whatever it is, bells ring that day to announce old king Aegon, Second of His Name, usurper to many and kinslayer to others, has died. His successor is, to Aemond’s consternation, Aegon III.

“The son of the Rhaenyra, the Proud”, so he is told by a peasant. “But it’s how the wheel of fortune is, very fair if you ask me. However the new king is a child, therefore a council must be formed.”

And here he is informed how Daemon Targaryen lives and is the chief of the said council on behalf of his only surviving son.

Whatever truth there is in such informations, Aemond feels desolated. Haunted by what cannot return, orphaned of a family that, for better or worse, put him in this violent path, he is like an errant knight with no cause to fight for.

Hopelessness moves his steps and it’s when he spots Aegon’s Hill and its mystical stones.

Can't breathe whenever you're gone. Can't go back, I'm haunted

“Y/N”, he calls your name.

The rogue prince is tempted to turn his back. There’s nothing for him now. He has no dragon, and is as vulnerable now as he was as a child. Indeed, as he’s been told, he’s now a ghost in living flesh.

Even so, what’s there to lose by going there?

Perhaps a spark of hope in seeing you again leads his steps, crossing discreetly, invisibly even, all those strange faces that carry on with their insignificant lives all the whilst the wheel of fortune turns again.

It’s when he sees you.

“This cannot be…” he mutters, perplexed. “I am seeing a phantom! This is only the plausible explanation…”

But when you see him too, every pain and angst are finally put to the past. One runs to the other, finding in a warm embrace the peace both of you needed.

“I am no phantom, my darling! No spectrum of time.”

“Oh, wife! Don’t leave me like this ever again!”

“Husband”, you sniff, forehead rested against forehead, hands cupping his face. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. But you came back to me”, says he, his voice embargoed.

“I would never leave you.”

Words are dismissed when he grabs your waist and then holding your face as if to ensure you are real, not a ghost haunting him indeed, he pursuits your lips like a famine man.

There, in the streets, post chaos of civil war, two strangers embrace like peasants and kiss hungrily like commoners.

***

“Come back with me”, you tell him anxiously, dragging him back to Aegon’s Hill. “This is too much to ask, I know…”

“No”, he cuts you gently. “I have nothing holding me here, lady. Not anymore. No family or friends, but foes who hold victory like you said.”

“I am sorry”, but before you could tell him he’s not lost his family, Aemond smiles at you and says:

“Do not be. It is what it is. Destiny is all.”

Locking hands with you, he takes one last challenge. For a purpose unknown, Aemond Targaryen not only lives… but outlives his days, his relatives and, mostly important, his enemies.

***

You still wait for the right moment to tell him you carry his child. There is too much going on. Like when it happened with you in his days, you make up a new background for him, especially when you introduced him to your aunt and uncle.

“His name is Aemon”, you purposely cut the “d” off his name. “He’s just started at Westeros university as a student of political sciences.”

Aemond holds back a snort, finding all of this very interesting. Thankfully, he’s still got some good gold with him so he’s not poor in this new existence.

Leaving aside matters of money, Aemond was shocked at how modern King’s Landing now is. The grand port in other days received products of Essos and the other Free Cities for trade and other purposes, has shrink in size and is now smaller than in his days.

There are now airports, better schools, places of knowledge like universities.

“Daeron would have liked that”, he once shared with you in a rather melancholic tone.

In these colleges, he comes to see that knowledge is no longer a privilege of maesters, but to all those who want to know better. There, rich and poor study with no distinctions. At least, in theory.

He’s also informed of other technologies and modern activities, before getting to know the most important matter of all: the rise of Queen Daenerys and her consort, King Jaehaerys.

“Bloody seven hells”, Aemond snorted. “Had Aegon seen this… not only he was succeeded by Rhaenyra’s son, but her lineage remains on the throne.”

“In these days women can rule just fine”, you told him then.

He still has some mindset to change, to which you give him time to get himself accostumed. And then he was told of the usurpation coming from the Lannisters, the almost break of the North and the subsequent mess coming from evil creatures that, once thought as mythical, proved to be very real. These were known as the Others, who followed a certain Night King.

It took Aemond several weeks to absorve all of this information, and once he considered that he could get used to this, he sought a home for you two to live lawfully as husband and wife after beginning his studies in the said course of political sciences.

Yet, before you two truly began living your lives as a married couple, he had to meet your family, of course.

“My mother and dad, along with my younger siblings, are living in Sunspear, now. Who’d ever thought, right? A northern family living all good in the South…”

And then you introduced Aemond to cellphone, video-calls and other brand new technologies that almost drove him to the insanity.

Nevertheless here you two are. Once acquainted with your family and friends, and married in civil ceremony—he still wants to go on with a religious one, and you gladly comply with his wishes, it’s just you are still “I cannot believe this is really happening” mood.

So now you two are in bed. You watch as Aemond, short-haired, partially nude, is wearing glasses as he reads the history of Westeros. He’s so concentrated that it begins to arouse you.

It’s been two months since the marriage, at least in its medieval form, has been consumed. Now every obstacle has been knocked down, you realize how much you have missed him… carnally, speaking.

Perhaps it’s just your hormones speaking, but you let your hair loose and adjust your modern nightgown so it shows some skin. And then you crawl to his side.

“Mm, honey. What are you reading?”, you whisper in his ear, a hand playing with his short, messy hair all the whilst another rests in his belly.

Distracted at first, for he’s always been one to sharp his wit—despite not being considerate the brightest of the family, that title passed to his younger brother, Daeron—, he takes a few seconds to answer you.

“Uh? Oh, yes, I’m reading about the history of my family. For better or worse, we are all related”, he grumbles under his breath. “Have you read about…?”

His words die interrupted when you start kissing his neck and your hand slides below his belly, resting over his manhood, quietly hidden underneath his garments.

“Lady…”, he groans, eyes fluttering.

“Yes, my lord husband?”, you slowly move closer, your eager fingertips pulling down his garments and then…

And then Aemond puts his book aside, finally paying attention in you.

It’s when he notices your boobs are bigger than last time he saw them denuded, to the point they are almost dropping out the cloth of your nightgown.

“Oh, it’s been so long”, he groans, breath cut short the moment you begin to stroke him up and down, teasing the tip of it with your thumb. “My lady wife…”

“Yes?”, you turn at him, pursuing his lips sensually.

“Let me put away these…”, he chuckles before putting away his glasses. “Aren’t you a little on fire today?”

“Mmm”, you kiss his neck now, stroking him intently, aroused in turn at his sounds.

“Oh Lords!”, the former prince groans louder.

It’s when the dragon awakes and he kisses you just as hungrily, rolling his body over yours as he removes your hands, locking them above your head.

Watching as you rub one leg to the other, he doesn’t take long before lifting your nightgown and then… dropping his head to your nipples all the whilst his fingertips move to your core, pleased to find your womanhood wet.

As he teases you, though, Aemond’s eyes search for yours, finding in them the same fire that burns him. He raises his head to whisper some unspeakable things in your ear and right before you come undone, he lifts his hips and…

“Fuck, Aemond!”, you curse loudly upon his thrust.

“Ah, Gods. This is so good!”, he moves slowly with you first. “I missed you, my lady! I have longed for this!”

Your hands now wrapped around his neck, you put him closer to you.

“I love you, my lord husband”, you moan sensually when your lips collide in a hungry kiss.

“As do I, my gorgeous wife!”

He notices, though, how different you look. And when you turn over him, surprising at how horny you are this day, he smirks:

“What have I done to my lady?”

“Oh you have made me a dragon rider, have you forgotten?”, you smirk, pleased to make him blush.

His hands going from your breasts to your waist, Aemond can see your belly is slightly bigger than last time he saw you nude. And if he’s good in math…

But he is too distracted by your ride to do it now, so the prince rises and, locking his body to yours, little wonder why you two come together at last.

“How synchronized are we”, you paint, refusing to let him go of you.

Aemond chuckles, putting you down to him, stroking your long y/c locks, admiring your y/c eyes as he peppers your face with gentle kisses.

“We are, my dearest. And it comes to my eyes, as well as my mouth, that your breasts are not only bigger, but more sensitive too.”

You blush deeply at his remark, a sight pleasant to his sight. He crawls over you, saying:

“There should be no embarrassment, lady, when we are lawfully married. You thought I’d not notice the changes in your body?”

“Aemond…”, your face is now bright red as he smiles warmly at you.

“And how you sang my name louder than the first time we copulated the moment I sucked it with my mouth?”, he smirks when spotting signs his words are arousing you. “How easier now you are, what’s the word for it again? Oh yes, horny.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, giggling like a little girl. But when his hand cups your left boob, you fear you might lose your self control. Sighing impatiently, you lean backwards and cupping his face you say what he wants to hear:

“I am carrying your child.”

Aemond beams, in complete delight.

“How dare you to keep these news out of me?”, says he in between chuckles.

“Well, I wanted to tell you in a better occasion”, you say, in reference to that fatidic evening. “But time parted us.”

Understanding what’s subtly said, Aemond nods. But sadness is a brief shadow that is instantly dismissed when his hand rests on your belly.

“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I will love the same. However, they ought to bear a Targaryen name.”

“I thought we agreed to live discreetly, my love?”

“What’s the problem in naming a daughter Visenya Hightower?”

You laugh quietly.

“I doubt anyone bought that you are a distant Hightower.”

“But I am”, he insists.

“Yeah, right, but you have Targaryen looks, handsome. Look at these purple irises of yours for an instance.”

“If anything I have a Dornish ancestral. Those of Starfall have purple eyes. The Danes, to be fair.”

You stroke his cheek, caressing it gently, watching as he rests his head in your hand, locking gazes with you.

“A family to call your own”, you whisper.

“Indeed, and for that I am more than thankful”.

Saying so he kisses your lips slowly.

***

• Epilogue. Two years later..

A fragile line that is not so fragile anymore. All seems well that ends well.

You watch as Aemond runs with the twins, named Helaena, to honour his sister, and Visenya, his ancestress whom he’s very fond of. As you pat your belly, pregnant for the second time, you watch the beautiful scenario, very content for living it in peace.

It’s when you notice a woman, apparently the same age as Aemond, cast him and the children a glance. She has a shade of silver in her reddish hair. Something about her makes you stand and promptly move after him.

But before you get to Aemond and share with him your twisted sentiments, the girl herself says:

“I have a feeling we’ve known before”, she smiles gently.

To you, the same sentiment is there. You are baffled by it, unsure where it comes from.

“I’m sorry, have we met?”, Aemond inquires, puzzled, as he holds both twins in his arms.

“Not exactly in this lifetime, I’m afraid”, and turning at you, she smiles. “My darling sister Y/N, so we meet again.”

You and your husband exchange looks. What is this?

“I’ve taken the name of Sarah, but in truth I am the reincarnation of your sister Helaena.”

Couldn’t things get any more complicated?

[theelderhazelnut]

Rise Of The Villains: Darker than Black

Pairing: Ombra x Quan Chi

Characters: Ombra, Quan Chi. Midas ( @takiisieju-moved ) and Hotaru are mentioned.

Warnings: None? Description of tending to a wound.

Words Count: 1460

Summary: The Orderrealmer rebels weren’t so kind to Quan Chi, but instead of healing his injury all alone in his fortress, he decided to give the job to his favorite person, not telling her that this was also an excuse to just visit her.

Author’s Note: This is the second piece I wrote in his POV! This takes place a short while after theese two murderers admitted their feelings for each other.

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Anticipation for someone, eventually, felt like living. I had almost forgotten how it tatsted like on my tongue, but she came and reminded me. Taught me. And I began finding myself staring at her from across the room, stopping by her room’s door, or opening a portal to the balcony of her hotel’s room.

Ah yes, I just did that. I looked at the dimly lit bedroom through the wide window. She wasn’t there. I glanced at my left arm. The white cloth I hastily wrapped around it matched the color of my coat in this darkness. Would she notice it? Would my plan succeed with the help of the best excuse I could come up with; a wounded arm? Orderrealmer rebels weren’t really respectful, not to say I was surprised. But I was thankful for being injured for the first time in forever.

My gaze wandered the room longingly waiting for her to emerge from somewhere. I could wait. As long as she wanted me to.

I knocked on the glass three times. A few seconds later, Atoosa appeared in the darkness of the short hallway leading to the main door. She looked at me with her eyes slightly widened as she was drying her hands with a towel. She leaned in the bathroom again, and then marched towards me; without the towel. My heart raced as she neared me, her image now crystal clear. She drew the door to the side. I ran out of patience and wrapped my arms around her. I pressed her against my chest as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. I inhaled, and suddenly everything was okay. Her loop around my torso became tighter, adding another life to me.

We parted, but my hands slid down to her waist, never breaking the contact. She held my face in her hands.

“Hi.” She whispered before pressing her lips to mine. Her lips were the smoothest wine made only for me to taste. Who needed jinsei when Atoosa lived in this world?

Drunken, I looked at her with hooded eyes. She grinned, and began planting little kisses all over cheeks, and several ones on my lips. She gripped the lapels of my coat and spread them, indicating me to take it off. Her eyes landed on my left arm, and the bloodied cloth around it.

The grin on her face faded away, and her thick eyebrows crooked in terror.

“What happened?!” Her voice trailed off, hands bewildered in the air. “Sit.” She shuddered breathlessly.

“No, don’t worry too mu-“

“The rebels?” She interrupted me, her tone was serious again.

“I took the chance to have a meeting with them for a few minutes.”

“I will have Midas to deal with them.” She reached for the cloth. “But your move was haphazard.”

I watched as she gently untied the wet piece of fabric. The very hands that killed, clawed, and brainwashed whoever her heart desired. But they were kind to me.

“Let’s forget about them, for now.” I uttered. I just wanted to sit down and watch her all night.

She looked up at me, gravely. “I will call him anyways.”

Her tone was unreadable. I couldn’t pinpoint if she was angry at the rebels, or me, or maybe both of us. This was a brand new feeling unlocked for me: someone truly cared about my flesh being teared apart - no matter how small - and my mind being restless.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked.

“I am.” She went to the bathroom.

“It’s just a small wound.”

“Come here.” She called.

Without hesitation, I obeyed. Atoosa was digging through a white box.

“Can you take off your clothes?” Her voice was less demanding as she glimpsed at my arm.

I scoffed.

After I had nothing but my pants on, she told me to sit on the edge of the bathtub. Atoosa turned around with a glass bottle in her hand. Gently, she lifted my elbow, and poured the liquid on the injury. Her eyebrows sat even lower while a subtle pout shrank her lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” My tone was more oblivious than I predicted.

“Like that.” She tilted her chin towards me.

It was annoying when she didn’t emote. That was what she was like in front of others, but I wasn’t others. It annoyed me, yet I loved it.

Anything she did or said, I loved it.

She invited me to the challenge of drawing a reaction from her. She put the bottle aside once she made sure all the blood is rinsed away. Then she observed me from head to toe.

“You’re not injured elsewhere?” Her tone hinted suspicion.

“No.” The one on my arm wasn’t life threatening, either. “I wanted you to tend to it.” After centuries, I didn’t have to stitch my teared flesh all alone in my room, then hold my head up and shoulders broad to circumvent signaling weakness.

Her eyes widened slightly and her eyebrows arched in concern. Well, I won the challenge it seemed. Her jaw flinched open in a friction of a second, but her voice was absent.

“You still want me to bandage it?” She asked.

I nodded. “I’d be able to carry a sign of you with me for a few days.”

She shook her head and chuckled breathlessly. “Fine.” Then she went to put on a pair of gloves. She picked up tweezers, and took a few layers of wipers with them. Then she poured a few drops of a dark red liquid on it. Ombra straddled the edge of the bathtub, and began rubbing the wet, cold wipers against my skin.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked.

A half smile tugged at the corner of her lips, accompanying an amused roll of her eyes. “You have to try harder.”

Oh, really?

“Do you wish I would put more signs of you on me?” I raised a brow.

“Not,” she pointed at my arm with her chin. “in this way.”

“But then Hotaru will start asking questions.” I tilted my head to the side.

After planting a kiss on my cheek, Atoosa finished cleaning my wound, and bandaged it afterwards in the neatest way possible. I got what I wanted in the end. I would carry that white, rough fabric with me until it wore away.

A few seconds later, I found myself reclining on her bed, watching her as she browsed through a bunch of papers. The golden light of the sleep lamp illuminated her face. Even her gray eyes resembled two golden jewels. Her eyebrows were sitting low again, slightly creasing her soft skin. The tip of her eyelashes glimmered the same as a torch, arching with grace only to touch her brows.

Atoosa picked up her phone, and after several seconds, brought it to her ear.

“Midas, were you at the base today?”

She went quiet, and took a glance at me.

“Yes. No, he’s with me.”

She pinched the sheet.

“Don’t let him go. I will have a word with him.”

My heart melted and poured down on my ribs. I knew this would make her upset, but I didn’t know how it really felt until it happened. She intended to defend me. Anyone who had ever done that was either brainwashed by me, or was just a mindless revenant.

“Promise me you won’t hurt yourself.” I stated.

She stared at me.

“I would.” She murmured. “If it was necessary.”

Without a second thought, I reached to take her phone. Atoosa grabbed my wrist, firmly but not harshly.

“Please.” I begged. “Don’t do that. Whatever is in your mind. Don’t do that.”

“I must do what’s necessary. I can’t let my choices take away what’s so valuable to me.”

“But we’re togethe-,”

“I can’t just watch you walking into danger. Especially when it’s because of me.”

I remained silent for a few moments.

“This is the first time I see you blaming yourself.” I sat up. “You don’t usually do that.”

She turned her face.

“Don’t,” I tilted her chin back to me. “do this to yourself. I don’t want to see you suffering. Especially when it’s because of me.” I repeated her own words.

“This,” She gestured to my bandaged arm. “is only the beginning. They will come for you. For me. They will take contr-“

I pressed her head to my chest. “Shhh. Don’t listen to these thoughts. They can’t do anything. They’re weak.” I kissed the crown of her head.

She wriggled her legs to adjust herself, and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face deeper in my chest. An ufamiliar warmth ran through my veins.

“I will always be here.”

[jungjungmochi]

Unspoken Feelings

- Berleezy x Fem! reader

- 3rd person point of view

- Reader is Krysta’s sister

- This might be short and I’m so sorry! It’s probably so bad and I’m really sorry! But I’d been in a hurry to update you guys. I had a lot going on with my apartment and stuff but I’m now present and hopefully this will get you through!

- Angst to Fluff

- Summary: Even if the relationship didn’t last, biting down on the tongue hurt. So, with a bit of awkwardness, hurt feelings, and the push from your sister, it was time to confess with the unspoken words. Wanting to fix it all.

If someone had ever approached you, told you that you wouldn’t last with Berlin, it would’ve made you give out the biggest laugh of your life. Not you and Berlin. The couple that did almost everything together, the couple that showed up in videos, the girlfriend that always did photo shoots for the merchandise. The supportive girl and her protective boyfriend who cuddled her at night, assured her everything would be okay. It felt unreal. But it was the reality, and it hurt thinking about the way it would be the truth, even if you didn’t want to accept the reality. Every bit of what someone would say, was true.

It was rough remembering the split from Berlin, Krysta remembered seeing your tears. She felt for you, her intentions to introduce you was to never watch you two fall apart, it was to never watch you both get hurt. And sometimes it took you to assure when she apologized a thousand times that it wasn’t her doing and she shouldn’t take the blame for the miscommunication that both of you had. Having to give her a talk about how it was your relationship and not her responsibility to worry about something she had no ill intentions for. She remembered showing Berlin a photo of you, which turned into him being genuinely attracted, which became the desire to meet. And when it happened, you wanted nothing more than to be together from there.

It was like any other day, today work called in early, as much as you despised opening, you still preferred to secure your job and money. Not wanting to go without, so you’d stick around for a few hours of your shift. Which is what you did, and now after the dreading hours of trying to keep calm and not explode on the rude customers you had for the day, it was time to sink into the comfort of your home. “Oh you’re home from work!” Krysta smiled. “Girl please. It was the worst. I hated it! Some girl came in yelling at me and it didn’t help that I couldn’t hit her! She stood there and complained for an hour before she was told to leave. I couldn’t reason with her.” You scoffed at the thought of the lady from earlier. This caused your sister to let out a laugh as she shakes her head slightly. “Well. Y/n. You can’t fight customers. Sadly. So I’m glad you didn’t hit her.” She hums. Yeah, glad. You were happy you didn’t either, you were still upset, hurt. And had anger from your break up.

These feelings didn’t go by easily, even your sister could sense they were still there. She knew, and deep down she wanted to make sure you’d always be okay no matter what. Even if it felt like your three-year relationship was really a waste of memories. “Look. Y/n, if you want us to stop being friends. We can. I won’t hang out with him…” she said. At least you knew she always had your back, but you had no reason to make your sister stop her friendship. Mainly because it was never her fault in the first place. "No, Krysta. I'm not going to make you stop your friendship with him. It's not your fault that things between us ended." you assured. She still felt bad, she hated seeing you so down, knowing you still love him, even though you made it obvious based on your reactions upon hearing his name. "Besides that. Would you like to go out and eat tonight?" she asked. A small smile had formed on your lips. "Sure, later tonight we can go. I need to get out of these damn clothes," you said as you smiled at her. She always knew a way to cheer you up.

The sounds of people chattering filled the room, but it wasn't so bad after all. Being able to sit at the table and eat with your sister, share a laugh, and have some drinks, which drinking has never fully been your best suit. You remember the time Berlin damn near exploded upon hearing that you walked home drunk late at night. But, once again, he was there. Because he made sure he would find you and get you home and well taken care of. Krysta couldn't scold you though since she would be sober if you did get drunk.

"This ended up being better than I thought." you giggled lightly with the small tint on your face. "I did dread work today, so this makes up for the work I've been doing, which sucked because my manager never has my back," you mumbled under your breath. The waiter walked over and he smiled. "Everything going good?" he asked as you two hummed. "Can I get another one of these?" you pointed to the glass. Krysta kept her eyes on the man, making sure he wouldn't say or try anything. "Of course." he smiled, taking the cup before walking away. Sighing, you glanced at your sister. "You don't have to stare him down so hard," you replied as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's my job to look out for you when you drink a lot. Guys are creeps. Y/n. You need some form of security." she stated.

Upon hearing those words, you thought of him, the times Berlin had assured you and made you feel safe despite the setting you two would always be in. It felt like hell now without him, would you being careless be enough? would it regain his attention so he would stop being stubborn?. Maybe he would hear you out but the desire of his attention was too much. He would never hear you out, let it go. "Has Berlin always...be strong-minded?" you asked. The question was sudden but Krysta cleared her throat. "What do you mean?" she asked as you sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if his strong mind is what makes him feel like he doesn't have to hear me." you frowned as she did too. "What? That's nonsense, Berlin would hear you out." she hums.

The doubt sank in. "No. Because he doesn't love me."

Then the tears welled up. "He never did."

Why couldn't you forget him? "I mean why?"

All you wanted was for him to listen. "He broke up with me."

And were you to blame? "He told me it was my doing.."

Would he ever listen? "He wouldn't even stop for a second."

Did he still think of you? "Maybe he's moved on."

Krysta hated this, watching as you crumble and wonder if you were really in the wrong. But she didn’t have time to comfort because ole and behold, Berlin was there. She couldn’t help but clear her throat as she had grabbed your hands. “Y/n that’s not the case. Berlin loves you.” She said. “He didn’t even take the time to listen to me, he just assumed I was cheating, and that shit hurt.” You huffed. Your sister could only shake her head, why couldn’t you two just make up? That’s all she wanted. “I don’t want him to think the worst. But he’s not even willing to hear my half of the story. So the reality is that we won’t ever piece our relationship back together.”

Berlin was always hyping you up and when he let you go out with the girls. You recalled getting dressed cute, makeup going, hair going. You felt good about yourself, even coming to the time he told you how good you looked. And the idea of that night when you kissed his lips and told him sweet words before you left, you always put Berlin before them and didn’t mind staying home to watch movies with him on some days you didn’t wanna be bothered with the outside world. He was always so sweet and willing to do everything for you as you were him, but your heart always aches when you recall the ending, the moment he accused you of cheating.

How could he? His y/n was no cheater but he just had to assume you were cheating because you hung out with a guy friend. Did Berlin have no recollect concept that your friend wasn’t into women to begin with? He was so damn cruel that night. Assuming that guy was taking you home, calling you a cheater in front of all those people and some actually believing him. Krysta never once accused you or believed you were, the simple fact and thing was that he was a ticking temper bomb. And at any moment anything could trigger him to react to situations, even if it wasn’t that serious to need a reaction of his. And you remembered the nights Krysta had to lay awake with you. Comforting you through that heartbreak and false accusation of his, going far as to listen to you cry for hours, cry yourself to sleep. She had no words, only comfort by listening and you were forever thankful your sister would listen to you that long, putting her sleep schedule behind for you.

“Y/n. He thought you were cheating…that’s why you need to talk to him. You can’t keep letting the idea of him break you like this. I know somewhere deep down you wanna be with him” she frowned as she shakes her head. “But you can’t if you can’t speak to him, if you don’t. He’ll go his whole life thinking you wanted anyone but him.” She hums softly. Somewhere deep down, you knew Krysta was right. Even if you never ended up with Berlin again, she was right about clearing the air with him after the accusations. “Look. I’m gonna go use the restroom. Berlin’s here…” she mumbled before getting up to use the restroom. Somewhere in you, you couldn’t help but keep your head down as the guy brought the drink before walking away. Fighting the urge to turn around and glance at him, you missed him so bad, you wanted to look back at Berlin so bad.

But it seems, you didn’t have to glance to know he walked over to you. “So you’re out again.” He said as you look at him with a hint of curiosity before humming. “I came out to eat with Krysta.” You spoke, grabbing the drink to take a sip. “Are you sure that’s the cause?” He asked. Dear God no, there he goes giving attitude, that tone of being right, digging under your skin. And in this state of mind? You couldn’t help but grip the glass tighter. “Don’t accuse me of looking for a boyfriend.” Your tone now giving him the same attitude back. “Oh I thought you were very happy in that relationship of yours.”. And the sarcasm dripped off his tongue, how could he be just so, annoying with it.

Krysta watched in fear of what might come next. “You know. You don’t know anything about that night because you refused to listen. So is it really my fault that you remained stuck up and felt right? You thought I wanted to cheat on you?. Please Berlin, where’s the proof? Where is it besides the accusations your mind made because you’re mentally missing a screw to your brain?” You spat harshly as your voice held venom in it, desiring nothing than to prove his ass wrong for once. “Since you came here to put me on the spot. Let’s talk about you.” You huffed as you stood up, looking up at Berlin in annoyance. “How about the times you went clubbing with the guys and you had girls all upon you? Is it justified because you’re the man? Because it’s just, guy things? Please Berlin, educate me. Oh wait. You can’t because you don’t know shit from that night. Now bite your tongue. And walk away.”. You downed the drink, slamming the glass down before grabbing your bag and walking out the door. Krysta had quickly rushed to pay so she could see you, speak to you about this, but Berlin beat her to it when she noticed he was following you out to the car. Could you two get anymore worse?.

Berlin had grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking. “So you think drinking is going to help?” He asked as you groaned loudly. “What’s going to help? You weren’t so concerned about help when you left me. Wouldn’t listen to me! You know what Berlin!” You spoke loudly, pulling you arm away. “You can’t claim to love someone and be the reason love hurts. Did you ever love me if you don’t trust me? In fact. I’m done crying tears over you. I’m done crying and crying, and grieving a whole relationship you didn’t care about. You threw our three years worth of love down the drain for your ego! And you have the nerve to come at me like I want a man. I would have one if you didn’t mean shit to me. I never wanna speak to you again.” You huffed, walking to the car with the anger going through you. Deep down, your sober heart knew it spoke words, but half lies. How could you be over him? You weren’t and you did want to see him again. This is not what Krysta meant when she said to clear the air.

Sitting on the bed in your pajamas, Krysta had watched as you sighed heavily. “That liquor really makes you bold.” She said, trying to lighten the mood. “It does huh? I think I shouldn’t drink it anymore.” You replied more monotone. Never mind, cheering up the mood after that would not happen nor be easy. “No it was a good thing, Y/n. As your sister I think you need that release. This gives Berlin a chance to really consider what this whole breakup has done. To realize that he’s wrong, and to give you a chance. But I need to push you to do it. To make peace and if you never end up together again, who cares. You two have unspoken words. It’s obvious with that tension from earlier.” She nods her head, trying to encourage you to make the move to speak to him again. It would require something, that push.

“When I watched you two, I clearly noticed the tension and I noticed the hurt you both felt. He refuses to speak to you about it but don’t make it easy for him to avoid it till you speak your peace. Let it go. Off your chest. Talk.” She frowned as she rubs your arm gently. And you knew she was right, you two required peace. Something between you two, bad blood mainly, was the whole reason it felt the relationship was crumbling around the two of you. “I’ll try…”

Trying? Now it’s been three weeks and you had plenty of time to try and piece this back together and you couldn’t find a way to fix it. Berlin had took what you said to heart, and you figured he did when Jojo called to check on you and the subject of Berlin happened. Today was shop day, you got invited to go with your sister and some part of you wanted to decline but again it was Berlin, it was all fixable if you both allowed the other to express that heartache felt that night. Sticking the casual but cute outfit of yours, not wishing to stand out too much since your sister always had a thing in telling you what would be best to wear for something’s. She really was the best part of your heavy days.

Upon walking the mall in attempt to bring up the mood, your sister had been looking at outfits for you two. And everything was super cute for whatever plans might come up. “I’m telling you. You’ll look cute in this dress! Can’t go wrong with a bit of red unless it’s styled incorrectly.” She giggled as you chuckled behind her. “Right. Because red is the color everyone can magically pull off. But I guess trying the dress on wouldn’t hurt.” You nodded your head. She squealed with excitement before skipping away to find someone in the store that could give you some access to the changing rooms.

Standing by the clothes, and beautifully lined dresses, you hadn’t expected anyone else to be around. “Excuse me…just wanted to come over and say you were beautiful.” The guy spoke. That’s when your eyes looked at the guy, he was pretty handsome in your eyes. “Awe. Thank you.” You hum, giving a gentle smile. You’d hope with that he wouldn’t push too much, but it was worth a shot. He’d nod his head before giving a response. “I actually spotted you earlier and I got nervous so I couldn’t find the words to tell you that but I gained some confidence to come and say it now.”. Poor guy, he was nervous, no lying about that, but he also seemed the pushy type since he thought stepping closer would result in anything better.

“Could we maybe. Exchange numbers? Go out?” He asked, there it was, the date but it’s not a date, type of tone and question. He was pushing his luck. “Ah. Sorry but no thanks.” You chuckled nervously. Hopefully he’d walk away, no means no. Turning your back to walk away and quickly find your sister, he had only hummed. “Sure but you know, you could be a nice girlfriend. I’m sure just one date could prove that we would fit together?” He said. “And I think you’d be a perfect fit for even me.”. That’s when you felt his hand get placed on your shoulder. He was the type of pushy creeps that Berlin had always warned you about running into.

“No seriously. It’s fine.” This time your throat ran dry, nerves. “No really! I swear you’ll like it.” He nods his head with a large smile. This time, you felt the world crashing down but only for a moment. “She said No. now leave her alone.” The stern tone spoke from behind you two. Both turning around to spot Berlin, he looked like he was ready to kill the dude over this. “Now get away from her.” He said harshly. He was still protective huh? That was a good thing to know. “Move it.” Jojo cut in as the guy glanced at the two before quickly leaving the store. You finally felt the relief and ease of breathing, not realizing the guy had you holding a breath. “Thank you..both of you.” You spoke in a low tone. Keeping your eyes down as you didn’t know what to say. “We need to talk.” Berlin grabbed your hand, pulling you away as Jojo watched, clinging his tongue before Krysta stood beside him. “Where are they going?” She asked as he shrugs. “Either an argument or something else, I don’t know.”

Some part of you felt he had something to say but again he could just be using this moment to scold you and accuse you once again of something. That didn’t matter though, since you now stood outside of the mall. “Look Berlin. If you came to accuse me-“ you were cut off by his words. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your eyes had soften a bit as you glanced up at him with a bit of disbelief to his words. “What?” You raised a brow. “I’m sorry. I said. I’m sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant when it was just time for you and your sister.” He said. He sounded genuine, good. You felt good knowing he did in fact mean his apology to you. “Berlin…have something I need to say too…” you mumbled in a low whisper. He did still catch on, so he was all ears.

“Krysta told me to get this off my chest. And I owe that to you and myself.” You shake your head. “That night you accused me of cheating, I didn’t mean him at the club with my friends to cheat on you. I went there with them and he was there. But he’s not into women Berlin. Him and I have nothing but friendship for each other. But instead of explaining myself. I want to be honest. I can’t do this without you. I’m having such a hard time without you because I realize I love you too much to let go so easily. That shit at the restaurant? I didn’t mean one word from that.” You frowned

Just say it. “I’m really sorry.”

He needs to know. “I’ve cried and I realize..”

You can do it. “I realize I love you more than myself and I can’t do this life without you Berlin. I know it’s not helping you understand except the nights I stayed up crying and I’m grieving you! I’m grieving you and I just want you to not be mad at me! Because I’d never piss you off purposely! We may have our differences but my heart belongs to you and I’d never cheat! I’m in love with you and one day I wanna call you my husband! Berlin…”.

There it was. The truth. The nights you laid awake crying and imagining your life without him, it hurt, but finally you could be free from the words that held you down all along. “Y/n.” He grabbed your hips. “I love you too. And I’m sorry. And one day…I’ll be your husband because what I feel for you is there. And I miss you.” He admitted. He’d lean down, moving his lips to yours before giving you a loving and passionate kiss. A man of his words, and the relief felt great. “I misjudged your friends, I assumed they had knew all along but they didn’t, they didn’t know cause it was never true.” He frowned. “I made that up in my head and I accused you but it was wrong. It’s lonely not having you interrupt my recording with food and kisses and drinks. And I just want you to always be mine. I miss it. Waking up with you, I miss it.”

That felt good for the two of you, your relationship with him meant the world to you, Berlin had always been there. And the nights of lying awake and wanting to break down into tears. Was finally over because the two of you held the relationship into nothing but miscommunication. Something you’d be sure would never happen again.

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

Couple little drabble from your AU in my head Featuring my Alopex

Orange groaned he blearily blinked his eyes open his head pounding he could barely move. He shivered both from chills and fear. Coming into Focus was a mutant Fox Girl with blue hair and white fur. He was captured he was a prisoner he was captured at hee mercy. He hyperventilated

Orange: No, No, Please, Please, Help! Blue! Purple!

??: Hey, Hey, Hey, it’s okay I’m a friend I promise

Orange sniffled he whimpered she gently placed an ice pack on his head.

??: there you go, just relax ok nothings gonna happen okay

Orange: ok…please….blue he silently prayed for his brother the missing Red and Purple he sobbed at his memories he hated the Krang. There was shouting and soon he felt a familar Hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes and sobbed in relief.

Blue: Hey buddy you ok

Orange: Blue….(nuzzles into his hand) you’re here

Blue Hugs him tightly as Krysta watches.

That’s all for now

oughhh,,, ouchies,,,,,,, poor orange is goin' through it,, per usual,,, :')

[zoetheneko]

Mortal kombat: Heartful mayhem

Prologue

A/N: I knew a prologue is not really necessary on a Tumblr fanfiction, but i did it anyway since i want to write a novel level one (this is my first time writing a fanfic for the internet but idc).

It's a quiet afternoon. Jacqueline Briggs is sitting alone in the room full of computers, apparently in front of one of them, looking very focused. She looks through the files that had been entering the S.F.'s database for a few days now.

Those files in question are reports coming from squads that were sent one after the other to patrol and scavenge a specific area of Outworld, which is somewhere in the desert.

The investigation of these strange occurences of this location was placed into Jacqui's care by Cassandra Cage, her Commander, her best friend.

Jaqueline has been investing for at least five days now. It all started when odd fires were occuring in the already hot desert of Outworld.

The soldier reads the files of the most recent squad that retreated from the desert yesterday in the evening.

Suddenly, the door opens. Jacqui looks at it with surprise.

"Hey Jacqui. You found anything?" It's Cassandra, coming with a freshly made cup of coffee in one hand, checking on her friend.

Jacqui looks back at the screen. "No. Still nothing moved since yesterday." She sighted, slightly disappointed.

Commander Cage looks at a chair and rolls it towards her.

"Dawn. Nothing?." She asks as she takes a seat and approaches Jacqui's desk.

"That's odd. I thought the thermal signatures would have moved right now."

"They're isn't though". Jacqui said back.

"It hasn't been moving for hours now. The source of the fire probably went dormant on our radars."

Cassie takes a sip of coffee, looks down upon her chair and sights. "And we sent all these troops for four days. Jeez... if i knew that it would be a pain in the ass to identify the source of that fire, i would've speared the skin of these men." Some soldiers came back with first degree burns, others were heavily bruised. A few are still recovering at the nursery.

Jacqui glimpses worrysomely at her friend, then remembers something. "You know? I've got something interesting that caught my eye earlier."

Cage looks back at Briggs dragging the mouse around the screen and clicks on a picture icon in the report.

"Look." She says as she points at the blurry photo.

Cassie examines it closely. "Huh... all i see is some pink fire." She keep looking it in silence. "Hang on! What the hell is that?" Cassie points an odd shape that seems humanoid.

"I know." Jacqui responds "I also believe it's this thing that was firing up at our troops and injure them. It seem to be resisting our forces."

Cassie thinks longly about the matter.

"What is it commander?" Jacqui asked.

"We need to send people who are more skilled for this." Cassie responds. "If we continue sending our normal troops, they're will be more casualities. We literally can't risk it anymore."

Jacqui looks away briefly from Cassie, then questions "Well, who do you think we should call to go back there?"

"Come on... you know who." Cassie smirks.

"Oh." Jacqui realises who she is talking about.

Cassie storms out of the room, on her way to give a call or two for tommorow's preparations. Meanwhile, Jacqui is inserting names into the investigation's team file.

There were only two names added. But they knew how important they were for the case, and knew they won't fail it...

John J. Rambo & Kurtis Stryker.

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[krysta-rod]

Visual Description: Sally, center stage, performs at a microphone in the now desolate club. Kost, Ernst, and the (now converted) white ensemble members sit at tables, watching vaguely, but loudly talking amongst themselves. As Sally sings, her makeup and dress become increasingly disheveled, with her dress eventually falling to reveal her slip. Sally, upon noticing the lack of attention she receives (first verse end), storms around the stage and steals a drink from a nearby table, before finally calling off the band. She sits, performing the majority of the song in a drunken stupor on the stairs leading down toward the audience. In the end, she rises, having reached her mental break, and finishes at the microphone; blowing it out audibly and chucking it to the ground as she storms out of the club.

-

I am several months too late in posting this publically, but everyone please enjoy Miss Thing's absolutely unhinged performance of Cabaret. Forever thinking about her Sally choices. (If you want the full audio, just message me. I went,,,, too many times).

[ladysophiebeckett]

need to discuss the hallmark movie 'just one kiss' starring santino fontana and krysta rodriguez, now streaming on peacock. it has the most out of pocket ending i have ever seen in a hallmark movie. i am still reeling from it.

clearly this movie was made so fontana could sing every like, 15 minutes. (im assuming it was part of his negotiation). anyway, the movie makes you think their mother's are setting them up secretly. you see them plan a meet cute, leaving some apartment notice at female protagonists place so that she and her daughter move into his apartment building (she's going through a divorce), then you see the mom's place little ads under their doors for free cheesecakes, so that they run into each other later that night.

a bunch of other romcom stuff happens (misunderstanding and miscommunication). whatever. they get together and then he says 'my mom would have loved you' and then she says 'my mom would have been crazy about you'\'i wish i could have known her', 'yeah me too'.

that's right. the moms were DEAD the ENTIRE TIME. even tho there's a scene where the mom is in the room with her daughter and granddaughter--which explains why female protag couldn't find a sitter. bc her mom was dead.

its ends with the mom's saying 'we did it' and then they leave the movie theater and apparently the exit is heaven.

i can't stop thinking about it.

[khlegacynexus]

Doodles of my Rise!Alopex Krysta with a dash of ColdFire in @lara-cairncross Fairy AU I’d imagine the earrings are gifts from Mikey and my original idea was Mikey would see her frosting a Flower and become in tranced with the beauty of her powers contrast with his belief that he’s useless. But apparently Mikey isn’t that ecstatic about Winter Hollow so I’d imagine it’s now the other way around. I’ve also got a little colored Doodle of her in a Dandelion dress.

In the Mystic Prodigy AU her mutation granted her Ice Powers. So her being a Frost Fairy instantly was the first thing I thought of because of that. In that same AU she was injured protecting Mikey and that’s how she got those scars. Maybe here she was accidentally struck by Mikey’s powers and got them that way?

I’ll let @lara-cairncross decide if she likes it

I’ll give this a bit of rendering later

[krysta-cross]

Hey there sugar. You got a bounty I want to collect. 🔫 Come with me and I promise things will not get ugly.

-Erron Black

I'm sure this isn't my wanted poster, $5000 as the reward listed is too low, is the law enforcement broke af?

Don't waste time on such a small amount, cowboy. This ain't worth your time 🙎🏻‍♀️

[loverofthewindgod]

💚WildWind💙 Incorrect Quotes

Sienna: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Fujin: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Fujin : Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Sienna : What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Fujin : No, like, U R A Q T.

Sienna : Awwww!

Sienna : Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Fujin : The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Sienna : Stop.

Sienna : I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Fujin : What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Sienna , already taking off their clothes: God, Fujin , you’re so fucking stupid.

Fujin: Sienna , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Sienna , naked in Fujin's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Fujin, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Sienna : Go fuck yourself.

Fujin , smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Fujin: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Sienna : Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Sienna: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Fujin: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Sienna : Relationships should be 50/50. Fujin cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Sienna : Know why I called you in here?

Fujin: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Sienna: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Fujin : Are we fighting or flirting?

Sienna : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Fujin: Your point?

Fujin, throwing their head into Sienna s lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Sienna , lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Fujin: How do I tell Sienna that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

A special thank you to @msbowser for recommending this website to me! 😄😄

Tagging: @ninibear3000, @vivilovespink, @huepazu, @krysta-cross, @theelderhazelnut, and anyone else interested!

[krystal2]

This is my blog. My name is Krystal but you can call me Krysta or Katherine as well. 💕.

I'm manifesting my dream life and better self concept. 💜 This blog would be for updates of I'm In control aff tape by @adambja . I'm going to listen to the tapes for atleast an hr or overnight.

I'm going to drop all methods and just listen to the tape because my subconscious already knows what I want so I don't have to do anything.🥳

START DATE : 27th December (Thursday)

Day 1 : listened for about 2 hrs or less

Day 2 : listened about 2 - 3 hrs

Day 3 : listened about 2 hrs

Day 4 :listened about 3 hrs

Day 5 : listened to an hr (I felt kind of horrible and I was very desperate for my dream life I also felt like giving up and had a lot of doubts. The reason to this is though I used subconscious blockages removals that had morhic fields and that's why maybe I felt like that. However, before I listened to the I'm in control tape and affrimed I have my dream life it made me feel a little calm.)

Day 6 : listened to an hr

Day 7: listened to an hr and a half

END DATE: 4th January

I'm going to listen to this tape until the dream life tape comes out (can't wait 🤗) . By then my self concept and mindset would be good. So now it's just about patience and being consistent with the tape. I'm basically doing the tape challenge by @renebeloved . But not doing anything else just listening to this tape but if I do think about my desires I'm just going to affirm its done and then move on 💗.

The challenge is finished now! although I'll still continue listening sometimes most likely just on the weekends like Friday night up to Sunday night because college started 😭

💋 xo Katherine - I always get what I want

[theelderhazelnut]

Rise of The Villains: Darker than Black

Pairing: Quan Chi x F!OC

Warnings: Implied smut, references to suicide

Characters: Ombra, Quan Chi, and Kotal Kahn is mentioned.

Words Count: 969

Summary: After a tiring fight with one of the members of the cult, Quan Chi escorts Ombra to her room in Kotal Kahn’s palace. Ombra doesn’t want to hide behind her stoic facade anymore.

Author’s Note: So I got this idea for how their first kiss happens. I may apply changes to it in the main seires, but this is here anyways :). These two are madly in love.

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It wasn’t a good idea to let go of an ancient demon who cut your enemy’s throat just to see you smile. He never told me, but it was crystal clear to me that he did it for the exact same reason.

It wasn’t a good idea either to have him physically so close to me in Kotal Kahn’s chambers, but now I was ready to risk it all for him.

I grabbed his wrist.

“Please, stay.” A mumble was the loudest sound that leaked from my throat.

Quan Chi raised a brow, observing me curiously. Surely, he expected me to throw him out of my room before anyone saw us, however, he wasn’t shocked either. He knew I’d do anything for him to just look in my direction.

My heart beat faster. I needed him to stay. My stoic mask was gradually falling apart. I could no longer pretend that his intelligence and his charming manners didn’t impress me. I could no longer hide this fact that his tired, crimson eyes had become my whole world.

“A little bit longer?” I basically begged him.

“You changed your mind, I see.” His deep voice was calm and soft. His dark lips stretched into a tiny smile.

Did he know that I’d do anything to have that voice as the original soundtrack of my life? Of course. Seemingly, there was rarely anything he didn’t know about me.

“We have to talk.”

“As you wish, ma’am.” He gestured to the room.

I took his hands and led him to the small, dimmly lit chamber. His hands were warm, and on the opposite of his facial features, they were soft.

I led him to the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he observed the room curiously. I leaned against the wall, rubbing my fingers together a little too harshly.

“I…,” I lost my voice once he looked up at me. “I want you to stay with me. Not because I…-” I couldn’t believe I was actually going to admit that he is very intelligent, and insanely powerful. “Not because I need your help. I just want to have you by my side.” I could go mute at any moment, if I didn’t force myself to talk about my emotions.

Quan Chi walked up towards me. He wasn’t smirking this time. He was serious, but his facial features were calm and relaxed. He leaned his forearm on the wall above my head. I had to crane my kneck to be able to look at him in the eyes, and this height difference made me scream internally.

“Finally, I heard it.” He whispered. “You won’t ever escape me.”

I’d never escape him. In fact, this was the only chains I didn’t want to be free of. I was ready to submit to his heart, and for the first time, I found submission to be the water to my burning fire.

He leaned down slowly, and I stood on my tip toes. Our lips connected, and my breath stopped. The world went silent, and all that was important was the sensation of the tiny scars on his lips.

He interrupted the kiss, and smiled wholeheartedly before groping my waist and lifting me up. I gasped silently, and wrapped my legs around his hips. I looked at him with my eyes wide and my hands clueless in the air.

He smirked, and touched my cheek with his thumb. “Is that blush?”

Now we were playing.

I smirked back at him, and nodded proudly.

“Let’s see if it will intensify.” Quan Chi hunted my lips once again. This time he was hungry; just how I wanted him to be. I opened my mouth, but didn’t let him enter right away. A quiet moan left my throat once I felt his tongue. He abused the chance and explored what was his. Slowly, my hands found their ways arounf his neck. His muscles twitched, and it felt like a reward. To avenge, he slipped his hands under my shirt, and the contact sent a wave of shock throughout my body. My core throbbed harder that I thought he may feel it against him.

“You’re so delicious.” He smiled against my wet lips before planting a kiss on my throat. I let out another maon, this time louder. Immediately, I put a hand on my mouth. What was he doing to me? For the first time in a while, I wasn’t in control of my reactions. My body was behaving according to his will.

He chuckled a dark laugh. “I have waited so long for this moment,” He kissed my collarbone. “to show you how much I love you. To show you what you have done to me and my heart. You reminded me of what love tasted like. You brought my soul to life.”

I was speechless. The whirlwind of emotions obstructed my tongue. Me who never had a problem with speaking my mind and using my words to build a path, now was left with a huge knot of words on the tip of my tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and inhaled his scent. He smelled like home.

I put a reassuring hand on his scalp. He buried his face deeper in the crook of my neck, melting under my touch.

I didn’t want to think about it that way, but he was the only benefit the cult had for me. He was that one percent hope I had left. If they took him away from my embrace, I’d simply pull the trigger and end me. And this was terrifying.

No, no, no. I’d fight for him. I’d live for him. I’d turn the world upside down just see his smile.

“I love you, too” I mumbled in his ear.

[atv-migrated]

HOUSE OF THE DRA.GON THE MUSICAL!

because @velcryons made a joke and now i HAVE to expand on it

IF YOU ARE NOT A MUTUAL OF MINE DONT EVEN TOUCH THIS

rhaenyra (young): renée rapp

rhaenyra (older): krysta rodriguez

alicent (young): sofia anne caruso or mallory bechtel

alicent (older): taylor louderman

viserys: ngl i have no idea

daemon: matt smith i listened to american psycho he can sing he can stay

rhaenys: lea solanga

corlys: daveed diggs

otto hightower: patrick page

lyonel strong: anthony rapp

harwin strong: josh groban (thank u els)

larys strong: gavin creel

laena: ariana debose

laenor: jordan fisher

mysaria: eva noblezada

rhea royce: kathryn gallagher

aemond: kyle selig

aegon: ben tyler cook

helaena: auli'i cravalho

jace: graham phillips

luke: andrew barth feldman

baela: ciara alyse harris

rhaena: olivia puckett