#clairvoyant reader

[hattersrabbit]

SEE NO EVIL

batfamily x clairvoyant reader | sfw

CW! gn reader, hurt comfort, supernatural elements, good dad Bruce wayne supremacy, descriptions of crime scenes, descriptions of murder and injury, religious themes (not to harm or in bad faith), mental health issues, reader is vigilante (my oc's alias is used), john constantine is also there

Summary! You're family isn't all that believeable to the paranormal. Unfortunately, it's time that they come to terms that you can see it all, and it's really starting affect you in a bad way.

✎ᝰ. I was rewatching the conjuring movies since the 4th ones trailer is out and I got inspired so here 🫵 for you

part 2 (wip)

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It was easy for your strange powers to go unnoticed.

Also it helped you hadn't told anyone that you could see ghosts, or demons in visions. Seeing what could possibly happen in the past and what could possibly happen in the future.

You're family didn't believe in the paranormal despite the fact Gotham working with magic users.

In fact Gotham was haunted; you saw everything and it was horrifying.

Case and point; like when you were dressed as your vigilante person you were simply patrolling your route with Spoiler. What made it hard was the fact that you could see the ghost of a man at the edge of the buildings top.

A dangling foot and staring at you with those ghostly eyes. Taking every bit of yourself to stay calm. Not alert Spoiler that you were seeing something she couldn't.

It wouldn't turn away and you couldn't ignore it. You've been seeing these spirits for so long. You don't know if you can even handle this anymore.

"Nymph? Are you okay?"

"Huh!?" You jumped. Spoiler's eyes full of slight worry and confusion. "Oh I'm okay."

"Alright. Looks like you just saw a ghost." She dismissed you and went back to surveying your surroundings.

Oh how right she was.

Perhaps you should tell Bruce that his father was over his shoulder. Maybe you should by seeing how proud he was. His mother was bit of the way looking on with a smile.

A pleasant memory.

The two looked at you. Couldn't help but freeze up at those eyes of theirs. So much like Bruce's ice blue eyes. They were smiling at you with pride.

A whisper into your ear, "Take care of yourself, dear."

Every now and then you'd see them. Always a break from the scary figures you regularly saw in Gotham. Or the various demons that hung over apartments and houses.

And people.

Maybe the entities on your father's shoulder were sad, or angry? They came from all over. Some sobbing and some threatening for his very demise.

You didn't like such things.

Jason was the worst. The spirits and darkness that surrounded him was worrisome. For the longest time you watched over him despite being younger.

Always confused by it but he let it slide. You two were closer than most, but he didn't know that you did it to check on the ghosts.

They were horrifying.

Some had influence over emotions.

When Bruce and Jason would argue you could see them snickering. Voices loud in your ears. Forever to hear the unbearable. No one else heard or sense what was so dangerous.

The same went for Dick and Bruce. It hurt to see it happen.

Bruce always looked so sad after.

Alfred had questioned why there was rosary around your neck. One on your wall above your bed.

None of them really believed in such things, or magic despite the involvement in it. You knew the supernatural had its claw around you all.

The manor walked with monsters. They haunted everyone.

You dismissed it.

Alfred gave you a look but left it alone. You didn't want to explain any more than you needed. You preferred not having to describe what you were feeling.

Especially worse when even touching objects you could see and feel everything. When murders would occur, and you and Tim would find evidence you'd be the one to collect it all.

You two, along with Bruce were smart. While those two used their detective brain to solve it you could see it all. The pain and horrors of what was experienced. All the anger that was dealt to the dead person on the ground.

Relatively the killer would be found.

They would praise you.

The monsters simply glared.

The phantoms that hung over your father made you anxious. Always whispering for his death to become truth, but even so he survived.

The phantoms would torment you.

You wondered when the bruises started appearing on your skin. Wondered when your energy was just suddenly being sucked out of you.

Even one time you woke up with a gash in your leg. It wasn't hard for your family to notice the injury.

"How'd you get that, miss?" Alfred asked. His brows locked up suspiciously. You simply said you must have gotten it and hadn't noticed it.

He didn't believe you.

Bruce was worried. The man had been hovering more than ever. Recently during patrol you were patrolling with him and Damian more. Steph and Tim seemed quite upset about it but they understood.

You're recent behavior had been noticed.

Leslie did her best, but even so nothing could be done. You were simply tired. Tired of the monsters that tormented your sight and sleep.

Bless you when John Constantine came to visit. Exorcism was preformed on a presumably possessed man. The bats were less impressed, but they left it alone.

Again, you'd think they used to magic but bats were they were human. Even if they worked with meta humans, gods, and aliens.

You on the other hand found semblance with him.

On this recent case, a man, presumably possessed was going around killing people.

"Possessed? Killing people."

"Wasn't your boy under controll of the Lazarus Pit?"

Magic was a sore spot for Jason. The boy in this case rolled his eyes. "It was torturous to be under something else's control. We need to get it the fuck out of here."

You could attest to that. Sometimes Jason would go through rough patches and you'd calm him down. In the process you saw all the pain and you hated it.

The attempts on Tim and Bruce's lives were traumatic for you. You couldn't deny your image of Jason changed after that even if not of the Lazarus Pit's control. You were able to hide it relatively well.

Jason was good. You trusted him as he did you.

You didn't know how he'd react to your gift. That fact that you saw everything. No doubt he'd be shaken by that fact. Probably then pushing you away, because that seems to be everyone's method in this family.

Blood covered the floor. Bruce and Tim going over the crime scene. The rest of your siblings off trying different leads. You stood next to Constantine.

The blonde man surveyed the room closely. Looking for any signs of demonic or a evil spirit possession. His eyes had recognition as he looked around.

You wouldn't have left if it hadn't been for the pale man who was dirty and bloody. A ghost of another. His figure stalking towards you. John didn't seem to notice him, or maybe he did. Paying no mind to the ghost of a victim.

His ghostly figure whispering to you,

"He made me do it."

You didn't answer. Only stared wide eyed. Fear in your bones.

"He's gonna do it again...Stop him-"

His mouth opened. Blood came rushing out like a river. Trembling body. Almost like a reactment a knife seemed to appear. A stab to the heart.

Without warning you fled. Bruce and Tim's voices echoing. You couldn't find a care in the world to say why. It was all too much. Holding your head and body it was all too much.

Fear overcoming your body.

The stress was too much.

"Hey kiddo." John walking up to you with his hands in his pockets. "Some scene made?" His brow went up when seeing your face.

Bags, and less color in your complexion. "Hey what's wrong?" You didn't answer. Only collapsing onto the dirty hallways floor. Hugging your self when once again faced with another phantom.

"Do you see her?" You asked. A trembling voice echoing. Almost too quiet for John to hear. The woman being a woman with a slit neck. Ghostly eyes and bloody hands. "She killed her children." Her wicked smile confirmed it.

John seemed stunned. "You can see...ghosts?"

"All of them." You removed your glove and rolled up your suits sleeve. A giant bruise could be seen. Even going so far as to remove your boot to reveal a bandaged leg. "They won't leave me alone." Tears finally falling down your face.

"Oh, Kid. I'm sorry." He got down his knees. His arms snaking around you after you came a gentle nod. "They won't leave you alone? Like you can see them everywhere?"

"Even in my dreams." You shook your head. "I can't go to sleep normally. Everytime I wake up i have bruises or a sudden gash. It won't stop. Everyone's worried about me, and sooner or later I suspect I'll be dead." A sob finally fell from your lips.

"I know. It can be hard. Your attracting them, somehow, perhaps because of Bats. Or simply your that susceptible to you." He turned to look at you fully. "Some have attached themselves to you."

"Really?"

"Their weakening you. I'm assuming you see other than bad spirits, yes?"

"Yes. Sometimes I see B's parents. They always tell me to take care of myself."

"I can get Zatanna and we'll take care of it. Just hold out for longer while." John hugged you tightly. "Trust me, Kid. I know it's hard to see things that others can't."

You sniffled. "Okay, thank you." You hugged him back. You pretended that the breathing down your neck wasn't from a murderer; a man who killed several women.

They told you. For the sake of tormenting you.

After all the visions were just as terrifying.

They weren't done with you this night either. Having gotten home and everyone headed for bed (except Duke since he was day shift), and slept.

You settled into your bed. Eyes feeling heavy due to not getting the right amount of sleep. The visions of the future haunted you. Always so horrible. Your siblings and father getting hurt in ways you never wished for.

Your bed dipped and you realized it was Ace. Softly smiling the dog licked you hand as you petted him. Recently he had been coming to your bed.

Noted animals always seemed to see things humans weren't able. Never have you been so grateful for Ace. As a thank you Ace was awarded with kisses atop his forehead.

Finally settling down in your bed. Trying to get comfortable, and hopefully your dreams would be terrifying.

You were wrong.

The sight of the man you were after. A man wrapped in chains. White eyes and bleeding blood. Sobbing for it to stop.

Make it stop.

The ghostly sight of a demon reigned above. Black eyes. Mocking figure you treasured close to your heart.

It was a dream. This was all too much for you. Becoming lucid it became so much worse. The demon in your face. A hand around you neck.

Thorns pricking in your skin. Body on fire as you garbled out noises. Pleas for it all the stop. You could die in your sleep.

You'll die.

Gotham will be destroyed.

I'll never leave you alone.

You'll never escape us.

You screamed loudly. Your voice feeling like an echo and suddenly you were falling.

Ace was barking when you opened your eyes to find a demoic creature looking down at you. Blood and dirt on its body. A body of a human.

Giggling. It roared and you screamed. Thrashing as it attacked your. A blood curdling scream that mixed with Ace's barks.

"DAD!"

Like a screech you screamed for Bruce. The monster on you and tearing at your skin. Bruises no doubt forming on you as you rolled off the bed. Back hitting the wood hard, and pain rushed up your body.

Bloody injuries bleeding into the wood. Covering your skin. It wouldn't leave and for some reason it was attacking you.

Why? Why you?

Ace's barks never let up.

Even as the door slammed opened to reveal Bruce looking on with a shakened expression. He watched you moving on the floor like it was attacking you.

When had it left?

Ace having lept off the bed he joined you on the floor. Desperately trying to get you to stop hurting yourself even more. All the movement making your injuries worse.

"[ ]! Baby! Sweetheart it's okay!" He grabbed you into his body. You immediately clung to him, stopping your thrashing around. Ace's body not leaving you alone. Crying and sobbing from fear and pain.

"What happened?!" His voice was shaking. Eyes taking in the various bruises over your body. The blood hot on his nose and seeing blood through your night shirt. Three claw marks when he pushed up the damn thing.

"Make it stop- make them stop, dad!" Despite it hurting your arms you clung to Bruce. The cuts in your arms rubbing together as you sobbed. "They won't go away-!" You're voice was strangled as you sobbed.

"I keep seeing them- I can't sleep! I can't-" you couldn't speak any longer. Your chest was hurting too. No doubt tons of blood on your chest from scars.

Blood coated Bruce's silk pajamas.

You're siblings stood out the door with wide eyes.

Dick covering his mouth with teary eyes.

Jason's eyes were filled with unfamiliar fear.

Tim was bewildered.

Damian was beside himself. What the hell was he looking at?

Cassandra wanted to go to you.

Stephanie held Cass back. Horror and tears in her eyes.

Duke couldn't believe his eyes. His own anxiety shot up the roof.

Alfred came rushing in with a first aid kit. The old man shakened up, which was a rare sight. Far too disturbing for Bruce and the Kids.

Along, Alfred the Cat and Titus came rushing in. The animals joining Ace in crowding you with worry.

Bruce was whispering gentle nothings into your ears. He didn't know where to comfort you. Everywhere was injured. Your chest and back. Arms and legs. Neck and maybe even your head.

"Whats going on?" It was a simple question.

You stilled. Eyes wide.

Like you saw a ghost. "They won't go away. I saw him, the one John is looking for. He attacked me. All of them." You looked behind Bruce. He noted it.

"The phantoms want you dead, Dad." You turned to Jason. "They want you back in the grave." Your older brother was shakened by that news.

"Make them go away. Call Zatanna and John...I don't want to die...they'll kill me." You pleaded.

You were inconsolable. The family didn't know what to do. It was hard to cover your injuries as you refused to leave Bruce's side. You couldn't because you'd be alone.

Ace was there. But it wasn't enough.

You didn't want to be alone. You're family could speak to you, despite not being able to see it all. To see the horror of what you saw.

The living room was taken over. Pillows and blankets piled upon each other. A movie blaring on the TV.

A big space for you and house animals in the middle. Damian was quite appalled to see that Titus was refusing to leave you. Never seen him so close to someone else other than him.

The same could be said for Ace.

Despite that you refused to leave Bruce's arms. You're father didn't protest and your siblings let it happened.

You were so scared. They could see it clear as day.

A call was made by Jason quick to John. His voice threatening the warlock to come quickly tomorrow or else he'd have a bullet in the groin.

Late-night cookies prepared by Alfred. You were smothered in blankets and held by Bruce. You refused to let go.

The warmth of your siblings also refused to leave. Protectiveness swallowing them when you told them all you've seen. What you've seen all your life.

The ghosts of demons and spirits.

Bruce was crying when you admitted you could see his parents. Even saying you could feel Martha's ghostly motherly touch on you. A sad expression on her as she kissed you better.

Thomas next to Bruce. His expression hard as he looked at the injuries you recieved.

The supernatural was real and you could see it. All of it and it tormented you. A gift, sure, but you saw evil. It wouldn't leave you alone, and many attached itself to you.

"I promise baby it'll be okay." Bruce whispered to you. A kiss to your forehead just as Damian's arms wrapped slightly more tighter around you. You winced but you didn't mind.

"Sleep. We'll be here if something happens to you."

You were scared. Heavy eyelids threatening to close. Bruce's kissed the side of your temple. "It's alright."

You believed in your father, and all your siblings who were close. Closer than normal. Wanting to make sure you were never harmed again.

With that belief in your mind you slept.

Feeling content, even if the demon was in the corner.

A source of darkness can never defeat love.

And you had plenty of it.

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woody & buzz - evan buckley x reader

It's just a costume, it's just a costume.

Buck repeats the mantra in his head, as if repeating a fact would somehow make his boner disappear.

The two of you were at Hen and Karen's house, amongst other members of the 118, celebrating Halloween with just the adults since Harry and May decided to take the younger kids trick-or-treating. Buck had decided to make use of the cowboy hat he had from his ranch hand days, and dressed up as Woody from Toy Story. So naturally, you had to be Buzz Lightyear. Your costume was a one piece that was tight and showed a lot more skin than the astronaut did. Not that Buck was complaining, of course.

He may have survived just the tight material on your body, but you were also wearing extremely tall white boots. And Buck couldn't stop envisioning having you underneath him wearing the boots and nothing else.

Since Buck had a shift earlier today and you didn't, the two of you had decided to take separate cars to meet up at the Wilsons'. Buck is sure that if he had seen the costume earlier, the two of you would not have even left the apartment.

You make your way to Buck, who had been leaning behind the kitchen island, trying to hide his arousal from everyone.

"Here, babe," you say, as you thrust a red Solo cup of a mysterious-looking liquid at him. "I don't know what it is, but Karen said it would clear a sinus infection you didn't even know you had."

Buck chuckles, and accepts the cup. He shifts to the right and leans in close to give you a kiss that he hopes conveys thank you and hi, I've missed you, and oh crap, you can probably feel him poking you through his pants right now.

His suspicions are confirmed when you giggle, and quirk your eyebrow at him.

"Hey, I'm only human! Of course I'm going to be turned on when I see my girlfriend dressed like this!" Buck defends himself, waving his hands from your head to your feet.

You laugh louder, and say, "Wow, I can't believe you're dressed as Woody and sporting a woody. The jokes just write themselves."

Buck lets out a noise that's a cross between a groan and a laugh. He doesn't think his boner would quell anytime soon, not when you were next to him, smelling, looking, and sounding amazing.

Buck doesn't have to suffer for long though, because you're tugging on his arm, steering him towards the front door.

"Come on, I already told Hen we would be back later in the night. I have a cowboy to ride."

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Clairvoyant: Prologue (pt. 1)

Nanami Kento x International Sorcerer!Clairvoyant!Reader

wc: 1k

warnings: violence, SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS you MUST be finished with season 2 please & ty

a/n: this is a fully planned, 5-part fic (with the potential for a bonus part) and it's the extension of this drabble thingy I wrote. (don't read it if you don't want spoilers for how this fic will go) anyways enjoy

You take a sharp swing, then dodge left, hissing through your teeth as the curse nearly catches you with its claws. You’ve always hated the hospital curses. They’re difficult to fight, and they always reek of death.

“Mila! Arthur!” You shout, shoving your weapon into your holster and letting your cursed energy gather in your fists instead, widening your stance. “I could use some help!”

“Sorry!” Mila, your mission partner and one of your best friends since your first year of Sorcerer Schooling calls. “Busy over here! Arthur, can you help?”

You catch a glimpse of Arthur out of the corner of your eye. He’s British, one of the International Sorcerers just like you and Mila are. The three of you were dispatched to Ohio, in the United States, to clear out a never-seen-before level of hospital infestation. 

But suddenly, you’re not on the battlefield anymore. No, you’re floating far above, watching a massive cursed sword be stabbed into his chest by whatever the hell he’s fighting.

And then you’re sighing, giving Mila a frown as she wipes away a tear. “Come on. Let’s get him back to HQ. His family will want to see the body.”

A slap strikes your cheek, a sobbing woman all in black raising her hand to hit you once again. Her toddler clings to her calf, not knowing that his father is never coming back.

“You monster!” The woman shrieks as you gently take her wrist, stopping her from hitting you again. “All you sorcerers do is let people die. You should have stopped it! You had one job, you fucking bitch!”

You blink, and the curse swings for you, but you ignore it. You spin around, watching as Arthur’s opponent pulls out a hidden sword, watching as your comrade’s eyes go wide and that metal reaches his chest—

You shove him out of the way, narrowly dodging the blade yourself. Arthur stumbles, panting and staring at the spot he was just standing, the spot he would have surely been impaled on — if it weren’t for you.

“Arthur, you’re out!” You command, pulling out your weapon once more and taking his place in combat.

“But—”

Mila sweeps in, the spider legs protruding from her back carrying her across the space in seconds. She pushes him towards the exit, where he’ll be able to escape the veil. “I’m sorry. If she says you’re out, you’re out.”

It’s standard protocol. When the Reaper Repeller (a stupid nickname Mila gave you years ago that still haunts you today) sees your death or some god-awful fate, you get removed from battle unless you’re absolutely crucial. You learned that strategy the hard way. It seems that if you cheat death once, it just gets all the more eager to want to claim you — you have to leave battle and let its red-hot grip cool down a bit.

Thankfully, he runs.

You and Mila are able to clean up the battle nicely, her white-blonde braid falling against her back as you exorcize the very last curse. She laughs, smacking your shoulder as her eight extra spider limbs sink into her flesh.

“Another one wiped out, easy peasy!” Mila throws her arms up in victory.

You give a wary smile, but your head is pounding. Whether it’s from your previous vision or an incoming one, you’re not sure, but you do know you just want to get out of the veil and go back to your hotel to sleep.

You take one step, and you’re sent keeling over, your head suddenly exploding in pain, your shriek echoing down the hall.

Your vision is too much to take in, so big, so much, so many after effects, so much death—

You’re vaguely aware of how Mila catches you, shouting your name as you go limp. So many faces. Some you’ve seen, some you haven’t. Blood. Burns. Dead bodies and a destroyed city—

Shibuya.

You gasp for hair, gripping Mila as you’re recentered in reality. You sputter and cough, clenching your chest. Each time you get a vision, it takes a split second, and during that time, your mind is in a different place and time and so your body doesn’t function. You don’t breathe and your heart doesn’t beat. But it’s only ever for a moment. For you to feel like this after a vision…

“Holy shit,” Mila whispers, gently helping you straighten up. “You were out. Like, out, out. For at least thirty seconds. I thought you fully, really died. Don’t do that to me.”

You don’t respond, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process the mess through your imploding headache.

“Shibuya,” you whisper. “It’s… it’s…”

“Who?” Mila whispers, using one hand to pull out her phone. “That’s Japan, right? Let’s call their HQ.”

“Satoru Gojo.”

She freezes, staring at you.

Every sorcerer knows who Satoru Gojo is. He changed the balance of cursed energy. He’s unbeatable. And yet, you see him being sealed into a box, and in the wake of that one event, so many people die.

“And— and more. It’s a chain reaction. A blonde sorcerer, with a blue shirt and wearing goggles. Oh, his fate, it's- A teenager, maybe a first year, with ginger hair. Oh, god, a boy loses an arm— the entire city is cratered, Mila,” tears slip down your cheeks as you imagine that pinkish-haired student sobbing in front of the wreckage, dragging his nails across the concrete.

“You can’t relay this through a call,” Mila whispers, dialing a  different number. “You know what you have to do.”

You take one long, deep breath, straightening up and wiping away your tears.

“Alert HQ that I’m going to Japan, and I expect every single sorcerer in the country to meet me there.”

Mila nods, pressing call. The phone rings once before one of the International Headquarters of Cursed Sorcery managers answers.

“Call a code 18J18 for Tokyo.”

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A Fic of Yasuhiro Hagakure trying to comfort an overworked s/o with themes of reiki and fortune telling? No rush btw

A Crack of Light

It all came to its peak when he found you, huddled in a quiet corner of the school, surrounded by all your notes. Had it been anyone else, he would've debated helping before eventually leaving them to their own devices. However, it was you, on the floor. Knocked out.

Nothing about that image sat right with him. So he did was any partner would've done— he rushed to you and gently tried to stir you. The first few attempts didn't really succeed which worried him further.

"[Y/n]? [Y/n], please say you're alright," he shook a little harder. And as though you had life breathed into you after a long slumber, you finally shifted, letting out a groan. Relief washed over Hiro's features as he held you steady in his arms. "Hey! Are you okay?"

As you blinked away the final remnants of sleep, you suddenly shot up with a sharp gasp. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me! How long was I out for?!" you muttered, already scrambling to soft through your notes and find your placement of them. The clairvoyant could only watch in bewilderment before he clasped your hand in his own, "Okay, relax. You just woke up."

Panicked eyes flicked up to meet his and that's when he finally saw it— you, with dark circles framing a weary pair of irises that once held so much light within them. You looked... thinner and a lot less like yourself. With a deep breath, Hiro continued, "I found you, passed out, so I wanted to check if you're alright."

With a soft sigh, you slumped, "I'm just tired." Hiro noticed your exhaustion and wrapped an arm around you. Seeing you, all worn down and essentially hollow, struck a chord in him. And without a word, he stood up and packed your things, messily stuffing them into your bag. He motioned for you to follow; and you did.

You were taken to an empty classroom where he reached into his jacket. A small bag of trinkets were pulled out and laid on the floor where he then rested. Too tired to argue, you followed, sitting in front of him. "Close your eyes," he suddenly ordered. You obeyed, now being met with pitch darkness.

Yasuhiro then started to wave his hands in front of your face. He began to mumble some words and chants that made no sense. You didn't know if that was due to your exhaustion or because it genuinely didn't make sense. And for now, you were content with not having the answer to that.

This went on for what felt like ages (a few minutes). When he saw your shoulders releasing their tension, he then placed his palms to tour cheeks. They were warm against your skin. And without warning, a pair of chapped lips met your forehead. The sudden act of intimacy caught you by surprise, making you tense. All that warmth then disappeared when he pulled away.

Your eyes fluttered open— only to be paired with the sight of your lover, smiling back at you with that goofy grin of his. "I saw a vision just now! Wanna heat it?" he drawled, leaning in as though he had some top secret to share. "You're gonna ace your test," he whispered when he was a few inches from your face. You blinked, your breath hitching.

In truth, it wasn't a completely random guess. While you were still asleep, he'd taken a peek at your notes. They looked legit. He saw the way you were ultra focused in class and hung on the teachers' every word. If anything, you deserved to ace your test! Your hard work inspired him, stirring his heart in a way that made him feel all warm and fuzzy. The kind that made him want to hug you and baby-talk in the cringey way that would make everyone around you— and maybe even yourself— gag.

But he hated how your efforts affected you. He hated how you genuinely didn't seem like the bright light you were in his life. He hated how stress and fatigue cracked down and tugged at every feature on your face. And worst of all, he hated how he felt so useless in helping until now.

So when he finally saw the beginnings of a smile crack at your lips, he knew he did the right thing. And when he heard you chuckle, his spirits were lifted higher. "Thanks, Hiro," you breathed out, looking more like yourself than you had in a long while.

"Anyway! That's 15 bucks for a consultation with Yasuhiro Hagakure — the Super-High-School-Level Clairvoyant!"

"Dude, are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious."

"..."

"I'm kidding. I love you, baby."

"*sigh* Love you too..."

Another one of those works that took way longer than it should've! That's mostly because of school stuff. For the first time in 3 weeks I actually have enough time write some decent works! Let's gooo!!

All things considered, I went in a completely different direction than what I intended. So that was funny! :D

[laurusamystic]

I really love the whole process of a session.

Not just the reading itself, but everything around it. Preparing the space. Sitting with the energy. Thanking the gods before and after.

And then that exact moment when something clicks for the other person? When their eyes light up, or they go quiet in that “oh wow” kind of way? That’s the love, that’s the magic.

I’ll never get tired of being the bridge. Of speaking what needs to be heard. Of watching the gods show up with such tenderness for us, again and again.

— 🌙

[silvertear1108]

Hello, hope you are doing well , can I please get a free reading?

I would like to know what future holds for me and my bf-sk

I am ishaana(id) Libra, he is sk-sagg

Thank u so much 🩷🩷

hey Ishaana, hope you are doing fine.

sorry for late response i was rather busy with private matters :))

READING:

So when It comes to your relationship I see that over time you will get to be more open, trusting and playful towards each other. There is some kind of bad situation that yall are either going through right now or will go, but I see you standing strong together at the end of it all. He might pull back in the future, but fear not as I see rather strong energy of togetherness in here.

good luck Ishaana :))

I would appreciate if you could follow me on my instagram..

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[fire-n-ice-intuitive-readings]

With clarity and determination, decisions are made, progress is underway, and bold visions take shape. Falcon, a messenger on a mission, stays laser focused on her target. In pursuit of new experiences, she confidently sets her sights on what she desires. As a symbol of foresight and insight, Falcon holds the power to make choices that create balance and harmony in her world. Now is the time to turn your ideas into reality. You possess the strength within to soar in a new direction. Embrace your full potential, move forward with courage, and trust in the decisions youve made. Stay persistent, and success will follow.

Seize the moment take that next bold step toward your vision, & watch as your goals become reality. The power to manifest your dreams is in your hands!

[feykaleidoscope]

[daisyswift3]

Real funny. You guys are real funny

[hello-lemons]

SOBBING SCREAMING THE END IS BRUTAL I OMG OMG IM OMGholy shit

Just thinking relentlessly about Ghost who meets a clairvoyant (you).

You live life in relative peace and normalcy, but sometimes (something beyond this universe) convinces you to use your gift. When the urge strikes, you usually let it; you are not one to deny the powers of the beyond. Of fate. Of God maybe—who knows.

When you see the tall man outside the train station rifling through his backpack, brow low and angry, something in him calls to you. He’s handsome enough, a little intimidating especially thanks to his stature, but you feel no fear as you change course and cross the street to him.

“Left it on the tube, friend,” you tell him. He stares up at you with fathomless, dark eyes. Eyes that have seen so much brutality, that have shut against so much pain.

“What?” he asks.

You point to your mouth. “Your facemask. You left it on the tube. Rotten luck. Hope your day gets better!”

And while you don’t anticipate ever seeing him again, you’re hardly surprised when you do. That’s the universe for you. Or, more likely, that’s just Simon Riley. When he falls into step beside you the next morning, he’s wearing a new facemask.

“You been following me?” he asks.

You blink. “No? Think it’s the other way around.”

“How’d you know. About my mask.”

“Ah. Clairvoyant.” You tap your temple.

He scoffs. “What, like talking to the dead?”

“I do that too.”

“Don’t believe you,” he says. Ah, a skeptic. You know better than to argue with one.

“Alright. See you later, Simon.”

And it isn’t until you’ve turned the corner that he realizes he never gave you his name.

The next time he runs into you, he stops you in your tracks. People on the sidewalk flow around you both, irritated at the interruption in their walks, but you don’t care. Not when he pulls out a leather-bound book and hands it to you.

“Prove it,” he says, hand shaking a little. “His name was John. Johnny. He’s been dead for three months. I just—prove it.”

You take the book reverently, sensing how much it means to him. You nod and part ways. When you glance back over your shoulder, he looks disappointed—but sometimes these things take time.

At home, you open the book. It’s a sketchbook, filled with pages, figures unfamiliar to you (Simon. So much Simon), handwriting in a neat curl. You flick through it slowly, learning about John MacTavish the old fashioned way. When you come across the last page, you find it blank.

Perfect.

You pick up a pen—but no, that’s not right. You search for your charcoal pencils. That’s better. Then you begin to write in a neat handwriting so unlike your own.

The next time you see Simon, you hand him the book. He takes it with naked trepidation, mouth set in a frown beneath his mask.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him.

You both part ways. He isn’t sure what to feel—like a fool, mostly, for believing. Heartbroken, sure. He can admit it. He’d wanted to hear from Johnny one last time, some message that the man was at peace. Some idea, painful though it would be, that Simon’s feelings had been reciprocated.

He goes home and flips through the book, knowing each page by heart by now. The last one is his least favorite, forever blank—except this time it isn’t. And it makes his blood run cold.

Written in Johnny’s handwriting are a number of disjointed words:

help

help me

help me

tunnels

Makarov

help me

head

boom

help me

sos

alive

[cassiefromhell]

Nanami Kento: “Future”

wc: 400

warnings: allusion to sex, SPOILERS please be past s2

a/n: this is clairvoyant!reader (i think i wrote mostly gn but probably leaning towards fem honestly) x nanami kento enjoy

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Nanami Kento who falls for you first.

Nanami Kento who met the exchange sorcerer, brought in because she could see the future and had alerted the Japanese Sorcerer unit because she saw a deadly fight coming.

Nanami Kento who, the moment you saw him, was swept into a separate room by soft hands but a shockingly strong will.

Nanami Kento who was told “You will die during a battle in Shibuya. Without me, that is. I’m going to stop it.”

Nanami Kento who thought that hearing those words was the thing that made his heart pound, because it couldn’t have been your stunning face, wearing a determined expression. And it definitely could not have been your figure that he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of for the two weeks you trained him.

Nanami Kento who was told his fate in detail, and with you by his side, was taught action by action how to avoid it.

Nanami Kento who survives Shibuya.

Nanami Kento who survives Shibuya because of you.

Nanami Kento who finds you in the wake of the battle, after such a fantastic victory, thanks to you.

Nanami Kento who finds you talking to Gojo and Nobara, your successfully saved companions.

Nanami Kento who finds you, the only one who even got semi seriously injured, a thick bandage around your waist.

Nanami Kento who kisses you in front of everybody, out of nowhere, sweeping you into his strong arms.

Nanami Kento who is kissed back, your arms looping around his muscles and surrounded by whoops and hollers as he breaks from his typical oh-so-stoic attitude in front of his comrades and students.

Nanami Kento who finds himself holding your bare body against his own the next morning, fingers caressing your now-healed side (thanks to Shoko) and lips brushing the nape of your neck. In his bed. With you.

Nanami Kento who has no regrets.

Nanami Kento who brings you a rose every day. He watches you collect them all, getting a full bouquet within a week.

Nanami Kento who comes to your hotel room the night you’re assigned to head back to your home country.

Nanami Kento who asks you to stay, because he’s fallen so deeply, so hard, so fast in love.

Nanami Kento who marries you two years later.

You, who saw your future with this man the moment you laid eyes on him and never said a word.

y’all want this as a whole fic? because i’ll do it. i have so many thoughts on foreign reader who saw the future of shibuya!