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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE FARRAR ELEMENYERY SCHOOL IS ALIVE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　when Sam and Colby bring the Sturniolo Triplets and Y/N, a medium and Matt's girlfriend, to investigate the Farrar Elementary School, they expect only to discover more about its history, but, instead, meet something far darker.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　demon apparition, mediumship, ghost talk, paranormal experiences.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　this happens in the same universe as this and this.

A/N³　::　happy Halloween, guys! 🤍

The lightheartedness grew inside the vast gym when Sam, Colby, Matt, Nick, Chris, and Y/N stepped inside of it. The eerie silence of the halls felt distant now, replaced by the echoing laughter and jokes bouncing off the gym's high walls. It was open, empty, and slightly less oppressive than the narrow corridors they'd been walking through. Their cameras' flashlights created stark beams that cut through the heavy dark, bouncing playfully as they pointed at the distant walls and items scattered across the yellowish floor.

"That is terrifying." Chris joked, pointing to a shadowy open doorway at the far end of the gym. His tone was playful, but the door itself seemed to swallow the light, almost absorbing it into an impenetrable black void.

Colby quickly looked over at Chris with a knowing expression, pointing the camera lans at him.

"That is the Boiler Room." He said in a tone both informative and slightly excited.

"That's not an inviting room at all whatsoever." Chris muttered, laughing, his voice betraying more nervous excitement than genuine fear.

As the group chuckled and commented about it, inching forward, Y/N’s laughter faded as her gaze locked onto the entrance. She felt a wave of something cold and clammy wrap around her, more powerful than the draft in the building.

Being a medium, she was no stranger to spiritual energy, but this... this felt different.

Her chest tightened as chills skittered up her spine, her heart hammering faster the longer she stared into the doorway. The energy was thick, almost tangible, pressing down on her like a weight. It was dark, heavy, and so deeply embedded in the space that she could almost taste it on the air; a mix of anger, pain, and a bitterness that sent icy needles racing through her veins.

Matt, standing near her since the moment they entered the school, quickly noticed her shift in demeanor, his brows knitted in concern.

"Hey, you okay?"

She swallowed hard, tearing her gaze from the doorway to look at him, finding comfort in the middle of ocean blue eyes.

"Yeah... Yeah, there’s just... something wrong in there." She murmured, her voice tight. "It doesn’t feel right."

Colby, overhearing, chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, it’s messed up in there." He admitted, shrugging. "We've been in there once before, but if any of you guys want to go, take the camera and look around."

The words hung heavily in the air, a silent challenge.

Nick and Chris immediately pointed at Matt. They both stepped back, dramatically widening their arms to clear a path to the door, their mischievous smirks only amplifying the tension.

"I mean, we all know who the bravest ones here are." Sam teased from behind them, laughing after receiving an "obviously" look from Nick.

Matt flashed a wide, determined grin, meeting Y/N’s eyes with a spark of excitement. After The Driskell Hotel, he discovered that he loved the thrill of these investigations, and with Y/N there, he almost felt invincible. Y/N’s stomach twisted with a mix of fear and anticipation, but she forced herself to shrug, flashing a nonchalant smile in return.

"Guess we’re doing this." She said, her voice more confident than she felt.

Matt took the camera from Colby, giving a quick smirk to the others.

"I feel like there can’t be anything." He joked, his voice steady, earning whoops and cheers from the guys. Together, he and Y/N led the way, with Chris and Nick following close behind.

As they stepped through the doorway into the Boiler Room, the energy shifted drastically. The air was thick, almost suffocating, clinging to their skin like invisible cobwebs. The once-bright beams of the camera’s flashlight seemed to dim as if the darkness here was absorbing the light itself, drinking it up and leaving nothing but a faint glow around them.

Every step Y/N took felt like wading through tar. Her limbs grew heavy, and with each inhale, it was as though she was breathing in the sorrow, anger, and fear that had seeped into the very concrete walls of the room. Her skin prickled, her head was starting to hurt, and a low hum of energy reverberated through her bones, vibrating up her spine and making her feel unsteady on her feet. Matt was ahead, filming with an almost oblivious bravery, but her steps slowed as they entered deeper into the room.

Pain. A pulse of it shot through her, raw and piercing, making her gasp and clench her hands by her sides as if she could wring it out of her body, her heartbeat echoing on her ears. She tried to keep her expression steady, not wanting to alarm the others, but Matt glanced over his shoulder at her, noticing her pale face and furrowed brow.

She shook her head at his questioning eyes, letting him keep walking ahead of her, allowing him, Chris, and Nick to venture toward the back of the room, where another open doorway beckoned, leading into an even darker, more enclosed space.

"Oh my God, it's bigger than I thought-" Matt started excitedly, being interrupted by a scared Nick.

"Matt! Don't say 'Oh my God' like that!"

Y/N stayed close to the entrance, her gaze fixed on the doorway ahead, the corner of her lips lifting slightly with the brother’s bickering. Something felt profoundly wrong in there, and every instinct in her body screamed for her to turn back, to leave the darkness to its own devices.

She took a step forward right after Chris, but the energy hit her like a physical blow. She stumbled, her legs unsteady as she caught herself against the doorframe. Noticing her falter, Chris immediately turned, his concern flaring.

"Whoa, whoa, hey, you okay?" He asked, reaching to steady her, his hand grasping her arm. But Y/N didn’t hear him, nor did she feel his touch. She was already slipping away, pulled into a vision so intense it drowned out reality.

She was now surrounded by towering flames that crackled with a furious intensity. They licked up the walls around her, swallowing everything in a bright, blistering heat. Through the blaze, a young woman appeared, engulfed in flames, her face twisted in agonizing terror. The woman’s scream sliced through the air; a raw, primal sound unlike anything Y/N had ever heard before. Instinctively, her hands flew up to her ears, desperately trying to block out the agonizing cry. It was a cry of pure pain and desperation, the kind that lingered, sinking into the skin and soul.

Then, she saw him. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows behind the woman, his face obscured by the darkness but his presence unmistakably menacing. He loomed over her, radiating a sick, cold satisfaction as the woman screamed, flames rising higher around them. Y/N could feel it, all the malice rolling off the man, thick and suffocating, causing her to gulp, her eyes widening in terror when the man's eyes flickered from the woman to hers.

He couldn't see her, could he?

As the flickering of a lightning, three distinct figures appeared behind the man before vanishing completely, and just as suddenly as it began, the vision ended, leaving Y/N cold, breathless, and disoriented, the horrifying images imprinted in her mind.

Her surroundings snapped back into focus, the dimly lit Boiler Room reappearing around her in hazy fragments. She gasped, struggling to ground herself, her eyes searching around the room frantically, but as her vision cleared, her stomach twisted with a sickening dread. There, in the center of the second room, right in between the other two doorways, crouched a figure that defied anything she’d ever encountered, even in her darkest visions.

This wasn’t a spirit; she could feel the difference. The creature hunched low, its bony hands splayed across the grimy floor, its body twisted and contorted, as if barely contained within the physical plane. Shadows clung to its grotesque form, an aura of darkness so thick it devoured any light that dared come near. Its mottled skin was stretched and scarred, warped with unnatural shapes, as though stitched together from nightmares.

And then, she saw its eyes; deep, glowing red, like embers of molten rage, burning into her with a cruel, penetrating awareness. Those eyes locked onto her, narrowing with a sinister recognition. It knew she could see it, sense it, and understand the threat it posed. The fury in its gaze was suffocating, an anger so intense it filled the room, pressing down on her, trapping her in place.

Before she could gather herself, a voice oozed into her mind, cold and sharp as a dagger, each word dripping with malice. "Don’t tell anyone."

The command reverberated through her skull, a dark echo that chilled her to her core. She felt her heart hammering, her pulse quickening as a frigid terror clawed its way up her spine. The demon remained crouched, but its body tensed, coiled like a predator about to strike.

A whimper scaped from Y/N's throat when it began to inch forward, its gaze never wavering, as if relishing the fear it instilled with each calculated, crawling step.

"Y/N?" Matt’s voice was distant, but it cut through the fog of terror consuming her. She couldn’t respond, frozen in place as the demon drew nearer, dragging itself across the dirty ground, echoing with a disgusting sound of skin pressing against pebbles, her mind trapped in the paralyzing scene.

"What's happening? Why is she looking like that?" Chris's voice sounded muffled, dripping with anxiety, worry, and fear, his hand still holding her arms.

"Baby?" This time, Matt’s voice was sharper, laced with urgency. She felt a shift as he tossed the camera to Nick, then rushed to her side. His presence was solid, grounding, and he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, pulling her close as he tried to get her attention while shielding her from whatever it was that she was seeing. "Hey, babe, are you okay? What’s wrong?"

She could barely hear him, his words muffled, distant. Her legs wobbled, feeling like they might give out at any second, and Matt held her tighter, his warmth battling the unnatural chill that had invaded her body, her skin feeling as cold as the winter.

"Y/N, hey, look at me. Can you hear me?" His tone was steady, doing a great job at hiding the extreme fear that he felt, his hands cradling her face as he searched her eyes for any sign of recognition.

But she couldn’t answer, couldn’t focus. The demon’s furious glare was seared into her vision, its whispered threat echoing in her mind as a thick, oppressive darkness continued to drag her deeper into its depths.

Matt drew a sharp breath, his grip tightening around Y/N as he glanced over his shoulder at his brothers.

"We need to get out of here. Now." His tone was rough, leaving no room for argument.

The severity in his voice snapped them out of their stunned state, and they exchanged a quick look before following the couple to the exit door of the Boiler Room. Their footsteps echoed, tense and hurried, with Nick and Chris casting anxious glances behind them as if hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever had gripped Y/N so tightly, Chris's hand searching desperately for Nick's arm, trying to find comfort.

As they stepped outside the oppressive confines of the room, an almost immediate sense of relief washed over them. The chill that had settled into Y/N’s bones began to ease, and her tense posture softened as if an invisible weight had finally been lifted. She inhaled deeply, her body leaning heavily into Matt’s, letting his steady presence anchor her back to reality. Her scared eyes moved frantically, searching over her shoulders as if waiting for it to follow them, but she only met darkness.

"Shh, you're okay now. I'm right here with you." Matt kept whispered sweet nothings against Y/N's head, gently forcing her to look away from the room, pressing her face against his own shoulder, her hair tickling his chin in a comforting way.

Sam and Colby, who had been standing by, initially cheered at their bravery but quickly went quiet when they noticed the disturbed expressions on everyone’s faces.

Sam stepped forward, worry etched across his features.

"Hey, you guys okay?" He asked, his tone low and concerned.

Matt opened his mouth, his protective instincts kicking in while his arms seemed to wrap around Y/N's body tighter.

"We should give her a second. She just needs a bit to calm down-"

"No." Y/N interrupted, her voice weak but firm. She shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes as she steadied herself, her cold hands finding his biceps, squeezing his hoodie-covered skin in reassurance. "They have to know."

Colby nodded, quickly understanding the weight of what she was about to say. He took the camera from Nick, aiming it at her as he stepped closer, Sam following behind.

Chris and Nick quickly gathered around the couple, assuming protective instances, waiting, their faces a mixture of curiosity and seriousness as Y/N prepared to explain, eyes frantically looking behind their backs every second, the feeling of being watched seeming to grow more intense.

"I... I saw something." She began, her voice a touch unsteady but gathering strength as she continued. "When I looked at that room, there was this... this intense heat, and suddenly, it was like I was somewhere else entirely. I saw flames, a massive fire that seemed to consume everything around it. And in the middle of it all was a young woman, burning alive."

Her voice cracked slightly, and she closed her eyes, trying to shake the haunting image that had imprinted itself in her mind. A warm spread around her left shoulder, and she quickly recognized Nick's comforting touch.

"She was screaming, and it wasn’t like any scream I’ve ever heard before." Y/N continued, her face pale as she relived the vision. "It was pure agony... and then, there was a man behind her, just standing there, watching her burn. He was tall, menacing, and I knew, somehow, that he was the one who did this to her. He for sure worked here back in the day, I just knew it, and he killed her, and he was enjoying it." She paused, her voice barely a whisper. "And then, right before the vision ended, I saw three male figures behind him. I thought it was over, but when I looked up, there was something else in the room with us."

"The janitor, the principal, and the librarian." Sam muttered, furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes meeting Colby's dark ones, which held the same realization look.

The rest of the group was silent, hanging onto every word as Y/N’s gaze darkened, her eyes focused on some invisible point in the distance, Matt's firm hands around her hips keeping her grounded.

"It was a very dark creature, obviously a demon." She whispered. "Big, twisted, and so... so angry. Its skin was... I can’t even describe it. It was unnatural, almost as if it was pulled together from different things, and its eyes... they were red, glowing, and it was looking right at me." Her voice wavered as she continued, a tremor of fear slipping through. "It knew I could see it, and it was furious. And then... I heard a voice. In my head. It told me that I couldn't tell you about it."

A shiver ran through the group, everyone exchanging wary glances, trying to process the weight of what she was saying. Y/N took a shaky breath, her eyes flicking up to meet theirs.

"It started coming toward me, crawling like a snake, and that’s when Matt got to me. But... the warning felt like more than just a threat. It’s like it didn’t want us to have this information. It didn’t want us to know what happened here... This is all way darker than you guys expected."

Colby, his brow furrowed in thought, broke the silence.

"Wait, why wouldn’t it want us to know?"

Y/N hesitated, piecing together the fragments of knowledge she had gathered over years of honing her abilities.

"When it comes to entities like this, especially ones tied to a place or a tragedy... they draw power from secrecy, from fear. If we know what it is, what it’s done, it gives us the upper hand. And even more so if we learn its name."

Sam’s eyes widened, realization dawning on him as his gaze traveled from her to Colby and then back again.

"So, if we know its name, it becomes weaker?"

Y/N nodded slowly.

"Yes. Kind of. Names are powerful, especially with entities like that. It’s a way of binding it, of taking control. And right now, it knows we’re at an advantage. I just... I just have to figure out its name."

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[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[ivesambrose]

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your central theme for this year deals with self expression, creativity, romance, children or your inner child as well as your health. You'll be refining your daily routine and approach your life with more structure and purpose instead of spontaneously doing what you want. A lot of you may have struggled with creative burn out or procrastination in the previous year but you'll be pushed out of your comfort zone when it comes to that. I see that some of you will sit down with yourself and really ask, "will a much younger and naive and vulnerable version of me truly look up to me or be happy with what I've become and who I am as a person?" In this question you'll find your answers and the changes you need to make. You might be a bit critical of yourself initially but understand that constrictive criticism towards yourself and making and effort afterwards is also a healthy thing to do. Some of you might even turn a turn a possible passion into a part of your daily life this can be getting a job that you're truly happy about it something that lets you fit in what you want to do into your daily routine efficiently. You might face situations that will test your resilience. You'll learn how to not emotionally lash out in situations. Keep your cool and decorum and navigate accordingly. You'll also learn how to pick your battles carefully. relationships will be significant focus. You'll learn who to associate with, who not to, how to show up for yourself and the significant people in your life. How to establish boundaries between you and the ones you consider acquaintances as well. Not everyone is your friend and shouldn't be. Some of you might be interacting with a lot of people possibly for career related purposes. Learn when to unwind, detach and take time solely for yourself. Don't fall into the trap of people pleasing. Certain relationships might be deepening too. Some of you might change homes or completely renovate your existing home. Some of you might be asserting your independence within your family as well. Others of you might be leaving your home/parents home and venturing off by yourselves learning how to navigate the world on your own and finding your voice. Your immediate environment will also play a prominent role in your life this year. Also expect a lot of short trips, learning and networking. Start of year: Focus on grounding yourself and building a solid foundation. It's okay to take things slow you're not running a marathon. Bring your focus on long term plans, establishing security at the same time enjoying life's pleasures.

Middle of year: Refine, work with diligence, keep a tracker or planner/journal, health(mind and body) will be primary focus.

End of year: Step into the spotlight and celebrate your growth. Look back at yourself with pride.

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Your most transformative year yet. Central theme of destiny and finding one's soul's purpose. You'll be stepping out of your comfort zone regardless of the type of comfort it brought you and venture out into the unknown. The change will be profound and unlike anything you've experienced but it has been a long time coming. This will transform you into the person you're meant to be. Don't be scared. You have wanted this. Financial matters, inheritances, joint ventures might also play a role in your growth. Intuition will be at an all time high be sure to listen to what your instincts are telling you before being persuaded by the masses. You'll also be making a lot of meaningful connections this year. You'll finally be taking off a mask and freeing yourself from a cage you had put yourself in or felt you were in. You'll be honing your existing skills and learning new ones and will be manifesting opportunities extensively for yourself. All you need is blind faith. You'll be pushed to trust the unseen and the unknown. Put logic aside when it comes to your dreams and goals and other pursuits this year. Things will only make sense by the end of it. You'll be stepping into a more leadership role this year. People will be inspired by your confidence as well as charisma. There may even be a drastic change in your overall appearance or the way you talk and present yourself. Some of you might be moving away states or countries. It will be because it's time for you to pursue your dreams fearlessly. It's not about chasing them anymore, it's about making them a part of your reality so that it becomes normal and not something out of reach. A lot of people will be enamored by you and you might end up becoming their muse. You might also feel deeply connected to your spiritual side as well and have related experiences. Many experiences, places, people and even your dreams will inspire you immensely. Lot of deja vu moments as well. Again, trust in your gut feeling about places and people. You'll feel deeply connected to something this year, it will feel like home somehow or a part of you. This year is about finding the lost pieces of yourself and building cathedrals within your soul. You have immense power. Trust it. Start of year: A focus on building meaningful partnerships. Forging new ones too. (Professional, romantic or personal) Collaborations and commitments as well.

Middle of year: Communication, learning, trips, networking, ideas and recognition. Collecting and making a lot of memories. Lot of mental stimulation.

End of year: Significant development in your professional life, building a legacy, fame, reputation and taking note of your personal achievements.

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Your central theme is personal growth through higher learning, expansion of ideas and unconventional approaches to life. This year is big on exploration as well as travel for you. You may have been following the norms or what's expected from you for a long time or because that was the only thing that was available to you so haven't yet gotten the chance to step out of the box but this will be changing now. This year also emphasizes focused determination and victory. All your obstacles will be overcome with sheer discipline. Remember where your awareness and focus goes, energy flows. Things will also gain momentum this year compared to the previous one so don't be surprised if things start coming through all at once after a period of stagnation. This is a good year for your creative pursuits as well as love. If you're a lover girl/lover boy, congratulations! Please romanticize your life even further actually. I feel as though you'll find someone or friends and people who are just as willing to pour into you and give as much as you do. You'll be learning to receive and nurture this year. Some of you might also be going for higher education which in itself is a huge achievement, please be proud of you and your academic achievements. You'll be very proficient in problem solving and finding clarity too. Your head will feel less like an entanglement of sizzling wires. you will be attracting individuals who balance out your energy and propell you forward as well. A lot of exchange of ideas and experiences. You may also want to build a community or become a part of one. A lot of you will be finding new hobbies as well and actually be sticking to them. Deep transformation is also unavoidable. Certain hidden aspects or information might come up but it will bring you more clarity than trauma. You will learn how to make proper financial investments or receive money from unknown or unconventional resources. You'll also feel like a version of you has died and is long gone but a new one blooms and makes sure those around you bloom as well. I feel a lot of you will make sure you turn your life into art/a cinematic experience this year no matter what. Start of year: You'll be cautious and communicative, pursuing knowledge and expanding your network. Let your voice be heard, let your ideas be known. New conversations, contracts, opportunities etc.

Middle of year: Noticeable and visible progress in every area of your life. Enjoy your journey.

End of year: A more balanced and harmonious energy, a focus on relationships as well as making yourself and your surroundings more beautiful.

[prettyboykatsuki]

worst behavior | xavier (shen xinghui)

♡ tags ; afab + fem!reader, established relationship, public sex, jealousy, undercover work, a mention of sex work, rough sex, biting / marking, squirting, multiple orgasms, xavs a lil mean 18+

♡ wc ; 5k (???????)

♡ a/n ; an xavier fic about jealousy. very original i know. forgive me for that sdklfjsdk. but i had a thought.

forgive me if my characterization isnt up to par, he's the LI i feel the weakest writing.

♡ synopsis ; captain jenna sends you out as a honey-trap for an important persons in an ongoing investigation. You agree under the condition your partner is anyone but xavier, keenly aware of your boyfriends disposition.

and, naturally - nothing goes your way.

Of all of the eyes you have on you tonight, Xavier’s still manage to burn holes in you even in a crowded room.  

You can feel him, somehow. And it makes you sweat, for reasons both good and bad.  

You straighten yourself out as you get comfortable. Or you try to get comfortable - as much as you can be in the circumstances. Your skirt rides up tight on your thighs, and your heels are at least two inches higher then what you’d wear on a normal night out. Your top leaves little to be desired. A halter top that’s backless, showing off the dip of your spine with a neck line that’s only barely above your navel. No bra, courtesy of your colleagues suggestions.   

Your being held together mostly by fashion tape and prayer. A fun clubbing outfit is nice, but you wonder if the thong was entirely necessary or if the skirt had to be made out of leather to get the job done. Never mind the cut of the clothes, other than your skirt - your top is nearly see through. It’s risqué, even for you  - the kind of thing you would’ve worn when you were trying to get shitface drunk during your Hunter Academy years and squeeze the drinks out of unsuspecting bar-goers.  

Not the kind of outfit you wear often these days, for reasons that are honestly mostly practical. But namely because you’ve got one terribly jealous boyfriend.  

Xavier hasn’t ever told you explicitly how you’re allowed to dress or who you’re allowed to go out with or anything. He’s not controlling, but he is territorial. Enough that you’d rather dress a little less sexy if it means being able to walk the next morning.  

It’s because you know your boyfriend, you didn’t volunteer to take this case in the first place. But Captain Jenna briefed your team on the details of the mission and ultimately the best person for the job was you. The details are a little lost on you now since you’d tuned out most of the meeting, but that was the gist. You could pull off being ‘sexy’ without backing out of even when things got dicey. Reluctantly, you allowed yourself to be pulled into the role under the conditions your mission partner wasn’t Xavier. You’d hope this would circumvent any problems - and that you could doctor the details to him later. Underplaying the whole thing and getting away scott-free.  

Of course, nothing works out the way you hope. The day of the mission you get a long and sympathetic  message from Captain Jenna. A change in plans on your partner, and a message from Simone saying she’s sorry.  

You’ve seen Xavier upset before. Plenty of times. You’ve watched him blow-out all of the lights on the street because a guy was trying to make conversation with you. You’ve seen him get defensive over a kid handing you a flower and telling you your pretty. Xavier is a professional at sulking and an expert at holding petty grudges.  

But truly, you think the silent car ride to the N109 zone while you’re dressed in your mission clothes is the quietest you’ve ever seen him. Aside from briefings, you haven’t spoken very much at all since you departed from headquarters. Leave it to him to remain professional, you suppose.  

Honestly, you’re more worried about him then you are about your target. Seducing a big-time arms dealer with your feminine charm is a cake walk, but bringing him back to the hotel room where your jealous partner is waiting on arrest and interrogation? Knowing Xavier is watching you from the monitors in the room with his jaw clenched? That’s more nerve wracking then anything.  

Worse, he can hear you. He’ll have to listen to you flirt over the mic. It’s just a safety precaution, and it’s not like you mean it. But having your boyfriend listen while you set-up a honey trap and try to do it in the most convincing and least suspicious way possible feels like your personal hell. You honestly don’t know who has it worse - you or him.  

You sip on your drink and wait at the bar, eyes scanning the room. He’s an older man. In his late fifties. Recently paid out a large sum to a shell corporation that covers illegal protocore trade and research. It’s your first time meeting in person, but you’ve been establishing rapport for the last few weeks with the monitoring of your team by flirting over messages for a month or two. Playing sugar baby to a wealthy businessman is the angle.  

Your work is done once you convince him to come up to the room with you. You’re on a mission and this is all just business.  

You remind yourself of all of this and bury the thought of your boyfriend is watching you as you do.  

Just before you’re finished with your drink, your target enters the room. He’s tall and broad. Salt-and-pepper hair with a nasty look in his eye and a wiry smile. Wealthy too, with a tailored suit and a designer watch. He smiles at you eerily when he spots you at the bar. You take a deep breath and smile back, turning the dial up a hundred.  

He sits next to you after he weaves through the crowd. His voice is deep, almost oppressive.  

“There you are,” Your purr. You relax your body language, elbows on the bar and slouched forward. You look at him playfully, pouting. You feel ridiculous but you sell it anyways. Unfortunately, you’re a natural. “I was beginning to think I’d got stood up,”  

“Forgive me for testing your loyalty,” He replies evenly. Something about it gives you the chills. “I had to make sure I wasn’t being tricked,”  

You giggle innocently - a ditsy smile on your face.  “What reason would I have to trick you?”  

“Are you saying there’s nothing you want from me?”  

You shake your head, batting your lashes as you pretend to think it over. “Of course I do. But,” You use your heel and slide up his leg gently, head tilted. You can see the arousal in his face and you scoff internally at how easy it all is. “Well, I’ve got a better means of getting it, is all,”  

He pauses, assessing you a while before smiling. “Can I buy you a drink miss?”  

You grin. “Yes please,”  

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The elevator ride to the hotel room is the most excruciating part of the mission yet.  

It’s easy enough to seduce him. After a few more minutes of banter, and some light touches  - followed with a more direct line of flirting, he’s in the palm of your hand. You manage to keep him from kissing you or going any further with the promise you’ll do anything he asks once you’re back in the room. Acting coy works in your favor at least. In the effort of being convincing though, you’re currently latched around his arm and acting like you’ve got nothing but hot  air between your ears.  

You cringe internally at the arm around your waist, thankful he has enough courtesy not to touch you too intimately. From what you know Xavier can see this too, and you can only hope that he understands it’s all for the mission.  

His hand squeezes your waist. You lean into the touch, smiling while trying not to show a single sign of discomfort. You breathe in and relax.   

Swallowing your nerves, the elevator doors slide open with a soft ding. You take his hand in yours, being proactive as to not have to turn around to look at him.  

“Come on now,”  

He laughs. “Eager are we?”  

You hum. “I’ve been waiting all night you know?”  

He sneers. “Little minx,”  

Wincing internally, you turn back to look at him. You smile as your eyes meet, focusing your attention on walking him down the hall. Your room is all the way at the end and it takes you a few seconds to find your key-card. It’s a quick swipe, another beep, and before you know it - you’re leading your target inside.  

You keep talking until the door shuts behind you, and the two of you are enveloped in darkness. You barely know what you’re saying at that point, heart-hammering as you wait for the coast to clear. You can feel Xavier’s presence in the room with you, though you can’t make his face out in the dark. Your target seems none-the-wiser.  

Finally, once his guard is down and he’s about to push you further - you push him off gently. Teasingly. And then give your signal. 

 “Hands off, mister. At least let me wash up first,”  

On cue, Xavier appears from the shadows. He’s swift. It happens too quickly for you to catch the interaction, startled by his presence even though you knew he was behind the door. It takes hardly any time until your suspect is apprehended - a pair of cuffs on the back of his wrists and a very forceful Xavier holding him down with his face to the floor and pinned under his weight.  

You peek at Xavier as he pins down your target. When your eyes lock, you see something so intense in the blues of his eyes that you force yourself to look away. Your target is saying something, protesting about being deceived but Xavier forces him down further - jaw feathering with anger. He puts a hand up to his ear until the channel changes, alerting the rest of the team.  

“Suspect is apprehended. Send in any reinforcements,”  

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It doesn’t take long after the arrest to clean-up any loose ends and end the mission.  

Your target gets taken into custody soon after being subdued and Captain Jenna clears both you and Xavier after your team is finished sweeping the remaining floors for any other material. One of the rookie members on your team managed to apprehend whoever was with him. A bodyguard from the looks of it.  

Whatever the case, things wrapped up smoothly.  

As soon as you both dismissed, Xavier tugs you away from your team without word. The last look you got as from one very apologetic Simone who’d been your partner assigned to the case originally. You’re sure you’ll get a long message from her later.  

Xavier pulls you down the hall, all the way into the elevator without a single word or glance.  

You wait with him in complete darkness, before noticing that he’s pressing to a floor above you. Not the hotel lobby where you thought you’d be headed.  

You miraculously manage to find your voice. 

“…Uhm. Where are we going?”  

Xavier looks at you. “Upstairs,”  

You blink “We’re not going home…?” 

Xavier grabs hold of your wrist again, pulling you close to him. Your bodies are pressed together, his hand on your lower back. His voice is shaky, breath caressing the exposed skin of your neck. His voice, usually smooth, comes out rasped. “You think I can wait that long? ” 

You open your mouth just to close it again, finding yourself at a loss for words. Xavier lets out a huff, loosening his grip but not letting you go. You’re still hugged to him, his head on your shoulder - trying to steady his breathing a bit before pulling away until you’re face to face. You give him a long suffering look as your eyes meet  before sighing and accepting your fate. Nuzzling up to him slightly, you do your best to look as pathetic as possible.  

He glances down at you. You think it almost works on him.  

“Nice try, but I won’t let you go that easily.”  

You feel your stomach swoop, your own voice somewhat obscured. “Figured,”  

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You don’t get a  chance to ask any questions.  

It feels a little like deja vu stumbling back into a dark hotel room with Xavier on your tail. But the stakes feel much higher now then they did before when you were making your arrest. You feel more uneasy, off-center.  

At least with your work, you know exactly what to do. You’ve dealt with enough criminal enterprises to have an idea of what to do. There’s not as much guesswork, just a number of variables to consider. Keep yours wits about you and it’s easy enough to clear most missions without hassle.  

With Xavier, you can only ever be unsure and a little apologetic.  

You don’t even get a second to breathe. By the time the door closes behind you, Xavier is on you. You feel your back hit the door of your hotel room with a dull thud - a hand on the back of your head thoughtfully to soften any impact. 

The first syllables of his name are cut-short with his lips on yours.  

This is hardly the first time you’ve gone through the motions of Xavier’s jealousy. Having sex to blow off steam, feel comforted by the heat of your body - you understand his desires well.  

That’s why you know this time is different.  

It’s hot. Like a star burning through the atmosphere, the way Xavier kisses you makes you feel the floor is falling from under your feet. It’s strange, suffocating. He doesn’t take any time to pry your mouth open with his, make the kiss deep enough to be loud - he isn’t waiting for anything. Heavy breaths followed with a groan, his hands all over you in a heartbeat. You make a noise of indignance that’s ultimately lost in a litany of moans and heavy breaths.  

Xavier kisses as hard as he does heavy. Enough to feel bruising, especially as his teeth find themselves sinking into your lower lip. Biting down just sharp enough to make your mind fizzle out - a broken whimper in the back of your throat. He’s harsh in his kisses, in his touch. You find yourself searching for your next breath.  

Intoxicated with it, Xavier only pulls away when you’re both nearly out of it. When you’re panting, a thin thread of saliva between you  - Xavier eyes blown out wide. You feel your mouth dry. A weak feeling in your knees as your arms circle his shoulder.  

“You’re mad,” You say lamely, unsure of what else there is. Xavier scoffs. 

“Of course I am,”  

You try to think of a way to explain yourself but the words come up empty. There’s a pressure in the air, dizzying heat as your eyes stay locked onto his and you try to figure out how to ease his mood. Chewing your lip, you go doe-eyed. Try to suck up to him to see if he’ll yield. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d choose me, and I couldn’t—“  

Xavier interrupts you. “You were keeping it from me,”  

Shit. “I knew you wouldn’t like it,”  

He scoffs again, just on the edge of mean. “So you thought you shouldn’t tell me and decided to do something that dangerous on your own? You were planning on going in there without any real back up without informing me and you thought I’d just let it slide?”  

You find yourself out of things to say. Xavier looks frustrated. He leans in closer, jaw tight - speaking only loud enough for you to hear.  

“You were flirting with him so easily. Do you know how he looked at you?” His voice makes the room feel cold. A chill crawls up your spine. “I should’ve broken his wrists,”  

“Xavier,” Your words come out in a half-gasp. “You don’t mean that,”  

He stares at you. It’s hard not to get swept up in his gaze. “I hate when anyone else looks at you. I hate when people get close to you. I almost lost my mind when he touched you and you didn’t even push him away. You seemed so used to it, so friendly I almost—“ 

You put a hand on his chest. “Baby, I was acting. Just acting. I didn’t mean any of it, so you don’t need to—“ 

He grits his teeth. “I almost came down there to separate you. I wanted to so badly. I almost did, and I only held it in because it’d make it harder for you. Even right now I regret it not doing more,”  

You pause, pressing your lips together. Xavier goes on.    

“I should’ve caused a disturbance, but I didn’t because you wouldn’t like it. But I still feel like this,” His voice is low. Shaky. “So. What should I do?”  

You feel bad. You can’t help it. You know it’s not good to coddle him when he gets like this, but you’d be lying if you acted like you hated it. Pressing your palm to his cheek, you study him for a beat and look a little apologetically.  

Your voice is whisper soft. “You can do whatever you want to me,”  

He inhales sharply. “You’re mine,”  

“I’m yours,” You agree easily. 

For a minute, he just breathes you in. His nose nudges against your jaw, inhaling the scent of your skin and perfume. His teeth nip at your pulse point, sucking a hickey into it hard as both of his hands find your ass and squeeze tight. You lean back against the door, tilting your chin up to give him room. “Shit, Xavier,”  

“After I saw you in this I wanted to take fuck you in the middle of the bar, right where everyone was watching,” He says, crass.  Direct with nothing left to hold him back.  

You whimper. Xavier bites at your shoulder and neck - his grip on your ass nearly bruising now. “At least that way no one would bother you,”  

He sighs like he’s exasperated as he kisses down the column of your throat, dipping his down and pushing aside the fabric of your top to reveal nothing but pasties. He’s gentle at least about removing whats covering them - putting them somewhere you can’t make out in the dark. Your nipples harden under the cool air. Xavier takes one bud between his incisors and tugs gently, flicking against the sensitive skin until you gasp and lapping over it with his tongue. His other hand plays with the other one, rolling it between his fingers and pinching slight enough that you yelp.  

“If I can’t do that much then I’ll mark you all over instead,” Xavier whispers against your skin. You feel your legs almost give out. A trail of arousal drips down between your thighs, reaches past even the edge of your tiny skirt. “So next time you wear something like this, people know not to bother. Again and again and again, so they don’t fade,”  

“You’re making it sound like you— haah— wanna be with me f-forever,”  

He doesn’t say anything. Just prints another hickey onto you. A few on your breasts, on your sternum, on your navel. In places they don’t need to be. You feel a bite mark on your tits that makes your jaw fall open. Xavier makes sure to lap at your wounds each time he leaves them, makes sure to pleasure you after the pain so you lose yourself to it entirely.  

He’s good at making you forgive him.  

He puts a hand between your thighs after a while of biting, your leather skirt riding up until it’s bunched at your waist. His fingers press against the soaked lace of your thong, middle finger padding against your clit over the material. You inhale soft, breaking off into a gasp when you feel him push against you harder. You hold on his arm.  

“Wait, wait—“  

The protest falls on deaf ears. You hold onto Xaviers forearms, legs trembling as your calves brace - heels making it hard to stand. Xavier’s touch is relentless, free hand at the small of your back as if to anchor. He kisses your jaw, nuzzling his nose into the skin as he reaches back over the waistband of your panties. Direct friction proving to be too much, your heads spinning. Xavier isn’t usually this aggressive - but no matter how much you twitch against his fingers, how much you whimper for him to wait a moment - he holds you steady. Demands it from you, breathing you in - a quiet repetition.  

He’s determined to make you cum just like this, on shaky legs, barely upright as your eyes roll back up into the dark. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise but it slips out anyway  - worsens when Xavier bites down.  

“I want to hear you,”  

“We’re next to the door,”  

“Are you worried someone will walk by?”  

You look at him, incredulous.  

“Let them listen. Show them how good I make you feel,”  

He pushes forward. His fingers know exactly the right way to touch you - knows what angle makes you too sensitive, feel like too much. Your mouth falls open, both hands on his wrists as he rubs your clit in circles. It hardens under his touch until you’re trembling, moaning quietly.  

“Xavier, Xavier wait—I’ll cum,”  

His voice is hardened. “Then do it,” 

His name passes your lips as a whine this time, a plea as you feel an orgasm wash over you. Your whole body tenses as you slump against the door for support.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”  

Your body seizes as you struggle to keep yourself upright, Xavier holding you up as a wave of pleasure over comes you. You limbs curl in, mind blanking out as you succumb to it. Still trembling, you struggle to you push yourself back up right. Xavier helps you you, balancing your weight against the door as he traps you against it for a second time. Your cunt throbs, still pulsing from your first orgasm but you don’t get any time to catch your breath.  

He presses his lips to yours again with the same fervor as before - more to his emotions then jealousy. Desires burns hot inside of you, makes a pit form at your core at the desperation he touches you with. Like you’re the only thing he’s ever thought of wanting, the only thing he can think to need.  

You pant his name between kisses, trying to catch his attention. Wanting to slow down, still feeling fuzzy from the high of your orgasm. Your palms press against his chest, cling to his shoulders. You’re briefly distracted by his strength as you feel the muscles tenses.  

You call his name softly. “Xavier, mm - wait, wait please,”  

He doesn’t stop. “What do you need me to wait for?”  

“’s too much, just—“ 

His voice is even. “If this is too much for you, you’ll break before the nights over,”  

The word break makes the lust in your veins burn - like fire running through you. You’re gasping as Xavier pushes his hand between your legs again - his fingers probing deeper this time. You feel him glide across the length of your slit, feeling the arousal. Your muscles twitching as he brushes your clit on a each pass, but not deliberately.  

“If I can do whatever I want, then I’ll have to fuck you until I’m satisfied. It’s too late to take it back, so don’t say it’s too much. Just be good and take it,”  

Fuck. Your whole body melts. The declaration in it, the demand. A surety that leaves your stomach tied in knots. You feel Xaviers fingers at your entrance. His middle finger slips inside of your pussy with ease. You press your face into his shoulder, leaning into him for support while he stretches you open. He works himself inside of you slowly but still impatiently. Eagerly searching for your sweet spot and finding it easily. His fingers are thinner, but long - reach deeper than you could on your own. He fucks himself into you down to the knuckle, humming as you clench down around the digit in arousal.  

“You’re sucking me in,” He laughs against your neck. You whimper. “Do you want it that badly?”  

The answer is a resounding yes. Right now especially, it feels like the only thing that’ll calm you down. All your inhibitions melt away and give way to something carnal. Your core is throbbing, hips rutting into the air and chasing friction. Sensation. Any kind of release to the tension you feel  building inside of you all over again.  

Xavier curls fingers into your gspot, touching you deeply before he adds another finger and stretches you out as he scissors them. He gives you little time to adjust, not as much as he would on another day. Thinking of the slight ache only arouses you further, some distant lust at the idea of being taken.  

Xavier works you open until your pussy grows wetter, stickier from arousal - the sound filthy as he pumps them in and out of you with no intent other then working you up. You bite down on your lip trying to hold it in. A cruel and precise touch makes it pointless, moaning loud at the sudden jolt of pleasure.  

You want more then this. Your body is begging for it.  

“Xavier, please. Please,” 

“I thought it was too much. Did you change your mind?”  

You look at him, lips drawn into a pout. Even in the dark, you can make out his features. It’s easy to see amusement flash over his face - affection and adoration wrapped up in his jealousy and anger.  

“Did you?” He presses.  

“Please,”  

Xavier wordlessly pulls away from you, spinning you around effortlessly until you’re facing the door and pressing your weight against it. It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of a zipper, followed by something hard heavy pressed against your ass. Xavier puts his hand on top of yours, interlocking your fingers. His other hand holds onto your hips, pulling you until you’re flush to his cock. You push yourself back on him as Xavier tsks.  

“Look at you,”  

Your head feels hazy at his tone of voice. Half-way between amusement and mocking. “’m sorry. Please fuck me,” 

Xavier eases his cock into you without any warning. You find your waist going weak - only being held up by him as he stretches your cunt. His cock is long - intrusive as the tip presses through to the entrance. Tight hole yielding to him easily, familiar with the shape and taste of it. You’ve taken him so many times over but it never fails to make you feel so fucking good. Your pussy throbs as you push yourself onto him further, itching to take him completely - aching from somewhere deep.  

A  moan is punched out of your lungs. Satisfaction and pleasure makes a mess of your nerves, your thighs trembling from effort as you lean on the door for support. He’s not even all the way in, but you’re sensitive - so worked up youhave to make effort to breathe around the pleasure.  

“Don’t you think its unfair, acting so shameless when I’m meant to be taking it out on you?” Xavier asks. He fucks into you deeper in one hard thrust, nearly dropping you to your knees. His name comes out like a cry. “You’re clinging onto me so much,” 

You moan his name feeling especially helpless to it. Your mind feels  completely blank, you’re barely able to respond to his taunting. All you can feel is white-hot pleasure, heart pounding as your fingers curl up. The euphoric drag of the head through silken walls, the sticky warmth and skin on skin. How close he is, how deep. Your voice no longer something you can control.  

“You’re being so loud now. They’ll hear you,” Xavier presses. You feel your pussy tighten at the thought. Anyone could walk by and hear exactly how you sound sheathed on his cock. The desperation in your voice. Your arousal spikes and it doesn’t go unnoticed. “You want them to hear you? You must like the attention. Maybe I’m not giving you enough. Is that why you did such a thing?”  

You feel incoherent. “Xavier, Xavier,”  

“I’ll make up for it, so remember it clearly next time you want to misbehave,” His hand comes around your throat, the other around your waist as fingers brush against your clit. Your body jolts at the touch. Loud moans echoing in your room as Xaviers voice brushes your ear, breath tickling your skin. “You’re mine,” He punctuates, bottoming out completely. Your mind feels like it’s on the precipice of breaking, hung over the knifes edge of pleasure. “I’ll fuck it into you so you don’t forget easily.”  

“Xavier, close, getting close, gonna cum—“  

The hand on your throat remains steady as his fingers rub your clit. Xavier is quiet as he makes you cum. His teeth are sunk into your shoulder, leaving a bite deep enough to sting as your vision starts to blur out. Bleary and needy.   

The knot in your belly unwinds as you repeat yourself frantically. Getting closer and closer, your whole body broken out into tremors. Your shoulders are shaking. Xavier groans - his teeth scraping at your neck - tugging your earlobe. He focuses all of his energy into fucking you hard. Deep and fast, tip kissing your cervix on each pass with a perfect curve.  

You blink once, twice before you’re seeing stars. Your cunt spasms, something warm and wet spraying onto the floor beneath you as Xavier fucks you through your orgasm. You feel like a neutron star, your mind caving in as pure euphoria fractures your conscious and leaves you completely and utterly out of breath - body leaning on the door as your remaining strength is drained from you.  

When you manage to catch your breath, Xavier leans over your shoulder and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It startles you a little as your mind is slow to catch up. His demeanor much softer and more mellowed now, even though he’s yet to cum. Apparently fucking you stupid really does help his mood.  

He kisses your shoulder. “It’s too early to tap out, but we’ll do it in bed this time,”  

You laugh sincerely. “Okay. Yeah, thanks.”  

[agatalunar]

· . ˚ *  * How do others perceive you? · . ˚ *  *

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Pile 1… 2… 3…

⠀〜 Pile 1

Cards: king of wands, the moon, the justice, eight of cups

You are afraid that others will see who you really are and others notice this, they see potential in you but for some reason you don't dare to express it. You have a lot of light inside you but something stops you, you have an infectious laugh. It's as if you wanted to be a rockstar but in your environment you avoid being perceived, there is no balance between what you want and what you do. Others perceive that you hide, but... why do you do it?

You may think that you don't stand out in the crowd, but it's quite the opposite. No matter how basic you dress or how little you speak, you always have eyes looking at you and admiring you.

It's like you're a greek goddess/god trapped in the body of a mere mortal, there's a potential in you that others perceive; little by little take control of that potential, play with makeup and clothes, play with the way you walk and act, you have a mesmerizing aura that others can't resist. Don't be afraid of being perceived. Don't let fear take away your path to success, the world is waiting for you. I don't even know you but I love your energy, you are a star baby!! The world needs an icon of freedom and authenticity like you.

The vibe you bring to the function:

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Luces de Nueva York by Sonora Santanera, Hold me tight by BTS, “can you trust me?”, wear a lot of black, having hair up/short, redhead, 11, 18, Endlessly by Kali Uchis, “watch me with your eyes”, Chappell Roan, Vanity by Christina Aguilera, 1920, 🏳️‍🌈, queer, 888, Bjork, feminine power, “who’s the real me?”, Villain by PIXY, have an audience, fill stages

⠀〜 Pile 2

Cards: ace of wands, king of cups, queen of swords and nine of cups

You don't let others take power over you, others notice the limits you set and that can sometimes intimidate them. You're like that person at the party that everyone wants to talk to but they don't because you have such a strong energy, they love to admire you. No matter how you identify, you have a super well-balanced masculine and feminine energy.

Others love your hair, the way you move when you dance, you may really like silver jewelry or accessories, animal print? Others notice that you have a very mature energy, they perceive you as someone responsible and who knows what they want in life, you are an extremely attractive person, you are such a beautiful human being that your beauty imposes

You love spending time alone or at least you know that your happiness doesn't depend on others, it only depends on you. Although maybe the only thing you haven't completely healed is the fact of feeling vulnerable with someone else, and yes, I'm talking about loving connections. Let your soul feel what it's like to be in love, let someone like you. Don't let the fear of being sensitive take away the possibility of creating deep and beautiful connections.

The vibe you bring to the function:

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Heavens on fire by KISS, 9, Lo que Paso Paso by Daddy Yankee, Can’t get you out of my head by Kylie Minogue, scary beauty, Never say never by The fray, When loves is around by Zayn (feat.Syd), dance to transmute energy, 🐆, 🤎, black hair, Bad girl by WOOAH, Lest fall in love for the morning by Finneas, Hey Ma by Pitbull, You should be dancing by Bee Gees, fast and furious, She’s not afraid by One Direction

⠀〜 Pile 3

Cards: knight of coins, seven of wands, eight of cups and the death

You have a very calm energy, others perceive you as a peaceful person, you have very diverse tastes.

You are a very beautiful person but you don't notice it? Or you just don't give it any importance. Others love spending time with you because your presence attracts calm, you love to see the sky, you probably meditate or you like philosophy and reading a lot, you like to write. They love you because you are not one to criticize, you just want to take it easy, you understand that each individual goes their own way.

Somehow I feel that you have the gift of transmuting the energy of others, the negative energy of the world, you do it automatically so take good care of yourself, rest and eat well. You are like a teacher of life, possibly your soul is an old soul. You let others know a lot about your tastes, your personality and your law of life but you don't let them get too close to your personal life, I don't see it as something bad but understand that there are people in the world that you can trust, not all of them are selfish or bad.

The vibe you bring to the function:

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Sagittarius, air sign, indie kid, Sex, drugs, etc by Beach Weather, alternative music, lying on the grass/admiring the scenery, the pandemic is significant in your life, viral music from tiktok or music from 2019-2021, I love it by Charlie XCX, kpop, Work - Rihanna, Break free by Ariana Grande, diary, Emma Chamberlain, 5, goblin/fairy vibe, Doja Cat, “talking bad is not my style”

Thanks for your time and energy, I hope you liked it <3

[urworstnightmarelmao]

"oh! An x reader fic that has many chapters, let's check it out!"

*proceeds to describe the so called reader with long brown wavy hair with big doe green eyes and petite frame and is 3'11 but still somehow has long legs and pale af*

[foreigncry]

YES FINALLY ANOTHER TOP MALE WRITER FOR INVINCIBLE, PLEASE FEED US, WE ARE VERY MUCH STARVING HERE 😭

YEAH!!! I'm starving out here trying to find a top ! male reader fic x invincible characters, I've seen a few but it's so little— I mean, bottom ! male reader fics are good enough but still...

Anyways, here's a small fic / hcs mixed together about mark and top ! male reader, pure fluff cos I'm not in the mood for anything just yet :3

To be yours, Is possible

tags: mark grayson , top!male reader , fluff x1 , sfw , fluff x2, bottom (?) mark , Top ! male reader is presented as a masculine guy with no feminine traits, multiple POVS because I'm indecisive, sorry!

AN: Mark Is portrayed as a boy who struggles to balance being a student and being Invincible! it's not entirely accurate to the comics or show, but hey, I tried my best!

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Mark was given a gift by the heavens, which was you— a man who understood his flaws and insecurities, despite him being 'Invincible' and a wonder-boy in the publics eyes, he was vastly different In private, a boy who had personal issues of his own, and his thoughts battling with one another.

He was unstable, most of the time to say the least— but you loved him either way, because; that's what boyfriends are for! you love him with your whole heart, you didn't love him just because he was invincible, you didn't love him just for fame or his powers— No, you loved him as a whole. You loved the way he melted Into your touch, the way he felt around you, it just felt— right.

Now, going back— You had your arms wrapped around him, like you were afraid he'd disappear the moment you let him go, you truly loved him so much, you could burst with how much love you had for him.

“I love you, so so much. Fuck— I wanna die like this.” You said, nuzzling into his hair; the two of you were laying on the couch in the living room, both of you in your own little worlds, with mark lazily on top of you, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck— you could feel his heart beating softly, and god— this was romantic, no; this was love right here.

“love you alot too, reader.” Was all he replied, his voice filled with exhaustion, his arms around your neck, him wearing your hoodie, with the soft hum of the fan, it all felt comforting. And after all— It was a lazy and slow day, with him taking a break from being Invincible, and It was your rest day too, being a part time tutor and a student to support both of you.

You always took care of mark, and along with that— your attentive care of his injuries whenever he returned back home from a fight, usually with broken fingers, deep cuts and broken bones; yes, he can recover easily, but the process was pain filled, and that's where you come in, always helping him through it, pain killers, cold and warm baths, and cuddling, his form of medicine.

...Now talking about your public life, with you and mark as students, you were stereotyped as a 'jock'; though you mainly correct them by saying you only do sports during your free time, not all the time of course. Football? you're good at it, soccer? somewhat good but not that good to be considered as a professional, while mark? he simply exist, he has good grades, attentive in studying, but he'd get lazy most of the time, which you have to force him to do homework when the due date is tomorrow, basically— a lazy puppy and a productive puppy.

Talking about what he loves about you, he drools over your body— and you as a whole. But the part he loves you the most? Definitely your biceps, you weren't that jacked— but somewhat that could be considered as mascular, you somehow discovered mark loved being crushed by your biceps, maybe due to the experimenting you two do, or maybe something else? either way, he loves being close to you, and physical touch was one of them— holding hands? yeah, his shoulder touching yours? most definitely, he wasn't touch starved, but he does love physical touch, as it means so much to him.

Your relationship with marks mother, Debbie? oh oh, you absolutely loved her energy! how she cooks, the way she brought you embarrassing pictures of mark, and little gossips here and there, you're basically apart of the family now, she welcomed you with open arms, she was definitely supportive with your relationship with mark.

Talking about how you found out he was Invincible... It was relatively easy, Mark can be forgetful sometimes— which meant you always did everything around the apartment you two shared, and you did discover his suit thrown away at some corner of his room, poorly hidden; though, you didn't immediately freaked out, you were suspicious whenever mark disappeared and Invincible was out there saving the city. But either way, you didn't care— he was yours and nothing could change it, he was invincible? hell yeah but he's still your pretty boy.

END

Ughh, this is the end! thank you to whoever is reading this :3 ill be answering questions slow because I'm very much busy and I'm still suffering from writer burnt out, but I'll get back on track

[millerskitty]

Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

summary: you are a twenty five year old woman who lives with your father in austin, tx. you’ve been good friends with the millers for years, but in the past few months you’ve begun to see joel in a new light and it’s disrupting your life.

warnings: brief mention of parent loss, grief, loneliness and sexual harassment (by an inconsequential coworker) (pls let me know if i forgot anything — this is my first fic)

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

Chapter 1

That summer had been a scorcher. It was routine to shimmy out of your business casual and throw on a tank top and shorts each day after work. You let your hair down from its clip and let it fall naturally.

It was Friday evening and your father was out grilling in the back. Corn on the cob, fajitas and sausage were on the grill, making the air smokey and delicious. You knew there would be a big bowl of potato salad in the fridge and deviled eggs on the shelf above it. You stepped out of the glass sliding door to join the chef.

“How was work, doll?” Your father asked, sliding up his sunglasses to greet you.

You approached him for a big bear hug. He was damp with sweat from the hard work of grilling in the heat. “Hey Pop. Work was work.” You said, going over to a pool chair and reclining it so you could get some sun. “Are the Millers coming over?

“‘Course, Joel’s taking Sarah to pick out some gear for her softball camp. She leaves tomorrow.”

“Oh cool, and how was your day off?” You lathered some sun screen on your arms, chest, and stomach. The smell of chlorine coming off the pool was met with the barbecue smell. It was a nostalgic combination, reminding you of the two and a half decade’s worth of memories made in your backyard.

“All good, changed the oil on the truck, decided to grill for Sarah’s last day at home.”

The Millers usually came over when Pop was grilling. You wished you’d made a cake for Sarah’s last night in town.

“I made her some of that pink salad she loves.” He seemed to read your mind.

You lied back, closing your eyes and clearing your thoughts for half an hour. Your peace was interrupted by the sound of cicadas buzzing louder to compete with the sound of a truck pulling into your driveway. Joel and Sarah must have come straight over from shopping instead of walking down the street to your home from theirs. There was a flutter in your stomach when you’d heard Pop answer the front door and greet them, Joel’s booming voice asking where you were.

It was only a few moments before you’d heard the glass sliding door open and Sarah popped over to you.

“Hey Bug.” You said, looking up at her with a smile.

“Oh we’re sunbathing, huh? Let me get changed, be right back.” She said, turning on her heel with her backpack over her shoulder.

You loved that girl to death, she’d been in your life for the past decade. Ever since she and Joel had moved down the street, they’d become a part of your life. Joel and Pop hit it off when Joel had noticed Pop trying to fix a gutter on his own.

Pop was cursing up a storm when he’d failed to secure the gutter and it all toppled down. Joel had been outside sitting on the tailgate of his pickup truck that evening when he’d seen Pop and jogged over to help. It had taken him a fraction of the time to get it right. Pop was impressed and slightly embarrassed, but he thanked Joel with a cold beer and the rest was history.

Life had become less lonely with the Millers around. Before they’d moved down the street it was mostly just you and Pop. Your mother passed away when you were just a toddler. She was sick and it almost killed Pop when he couldn’t do anything to save her. After a few years overshadowed by grief he’d turned his life around and became everything you needed from a mother and a father.

You were fifteen when you’d started to babysit six year old Sarah for Joel. Now ten years later, at twenty-five and sixteen you were very much bonded. You’d been there for Sarah when she’d come out as a lesbian. It took Joel by surprise, but he embraced his daughter and her choices.

You felt a pang of guilt as she took her spot beside you by the pool. Your friend would probably get the ick if you’d mentioned that you maybe, sort of, kind of had a crush on Joel. Your fathers sat beside the grill, just out of earshot, nursing two cold beers and chatting. You had to fight the urge to look back at Joel. The opportunity to get up and cross paths with him would come when the food was ready.

The truth was you’d inadvertently developed a crush on Joel Miller. It felt sort of twisted, he was twelve years your senior, almost forty years old. Not exactly old enough to be your father, but still a noticeable age gap nonetheless.

You’d asked him for guitar lessons last Winter and he obliged. He took you to a music store and you picked out an acoustic guitar. He was excited to pass down the skill to at least one other person. Sarah was never interested, what she really cared about was competing in sports. You’d gone over to their home on weekends and practiced, Joel moved your fingers patiently back to their position when you’d messed up. His large, callused hands landed and held the strings down with ease. He’d tried to make you commit to developing your own calluses to improve your skill.

By the end of Winter you’d learned how to play a handful of songs, mostly dad rock that Joel loved and knew by heart. He would smile so bright when you’d finally get it right. You did everything in your power to get him to flash his teeth and celebrate your little victories.

“That’s it, Darlin, those fingers ain't just for clickin’ and clackin’ on a keyboard now.” He’d chuckled.

You had been drunk on his praise and your shared laughter one evening when you leapt up from your seat and onto Joel's lap, throwing your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and you pulled your head back, coming face to face with him. His breath was warm on your lips and you swore there was something in his eyes. It flashed and faded as quickly as it had appeared.

You both dropped the embrace and Joel cleared his throat, helping you pack up for the night. Tears of embarrassment stung your eyes as you silently gathered your things and went home without another word.

You knew in that moment that you were well and truly fucked. As it would happen, you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel from that moment on. You tried to temper your feelings. You mostly doubted that he’d felt what you felt in that moment. The spark, the fear and the desire to cross the line. But the gleam in his eye, the way he almost leaned forward then hesitated replayed in your mind.

You’d stopped responding to the guys you were matched with on dating apps. You’d lost interest in anyone other than Joel. You’d imagined all the ways that evening could have gone. He could have become upset that you’d crossed his boundaries, but he didn’t. He could have closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to yours, but he didn’t. And you hadn’t spoken of that incident since it happened, two seasons ago.

“Can you two go in and grab the potato salad and eggs from the fridge?” Pop had asked you and Joel, tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Yeah, no problem.” Joel said, opening the sliding door and motioning for you to head in first.

Your skin prickled when you sensed his eyes skating over your body from behind as you opened the fridge.

“Pop made pink salad for Sarah,” you said, grabbing the bowl of potato salad and turning to face Joel.

“She’s gonna go nuts.” He said grinning, “How’ve you been, kid?”

“Not a kid, Joel.” You huffed. “I’m a quarter of a century old.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He took the deviled eggs from the shelf in the fridge and followed you out to the back.

~

After the barbecue, Pop had made a run to the gas station for more beer and Joel made his way to the kitchen to help you clean up while Sarah took a dip in the pool.

“How’s Angel treating you?” Joel asked, drying off the wet dishes from the rack.

“She’s good, but I’ve been neglecting her a bit lately.” You said, speaking of your six string acoustic guitar. An image of that moment in Joel’s garage flashed through your mind and you blushed.

“That’s a shame, what’s been keeping you too busy to play?” He knew where your dishes belonged, putting them away in the cabinets and drawers as he spoke.

“Work, mostly. This guy at the office has been bugging me to go out on a date with him, it’s borderline sexual harassment.” You huffed, wiping down the inside of the sink.

“Well that’s just not right. You should tell the boss.” Joel said, his voice stern.

“He’s the boss’s nephew.” You turned and saw Joel’s jaw clenched. Your stomach flipped. You hadn’t meant to strike a nerve.

“Shouldn’t matter, he's a punk. What’s his name?”

“Easy, cowboy.” You said, stepping closer to him. “Nothing’s gonna happen, he’s just overly confident.”

“Tell him your friend Joel wants to talk.” This time he was grinning, drying off a glass bowl. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the tanned skin on his muscular arms.

You were staring until you heard the screen door pop open, then the front door creaked open as Pop appeared just in time for you and Joel to put some space between the two of you. You finished wiping down the counter and Joel rejoined your dad in the backyard.

You poked your head out the door and called out, “Pop don’t forget we’re going to go get my car fixed in the morning.”

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry I forgot. I have a work thing in Odessa, I'm gonna be out all weekend.” He said sympathetically. “You’re a big girl, you can go by yourself.”

“I’m not afraid of going alone, silly. I’m afraid that they’re gonna overcharge me cause’ I don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“I’ll take her, I won’t let that happen.” Joel said, pressing a bottle of Budweiser to his lips.

“See, no one would dare bullshit our Joel, here.” Pop grinned. He was giddy and buzzed.

“Alright, nine-thirty sound good to you?” You asked, trying not to sound excited.

“Sure. I’ll pick you up.”

Chapter 2

[juniemunie]

was playing deltarune and thinking about sansnomaly,,,

rip kris having to deal with this delulu

[writingfromasgard]

Masterlist

Au where Soap's ghost is attached to Simon and he's got no clue. He meets a new girl who mistakes Soap for Ghost's roommate and she talks to him once. Soap is internally freaking out - she can see him! - but calmly talks to her.

He hears Simon and says he's gotta go to work, heads out. He's careful about talking to her, telling her they're fighting and that's why he's not talking to Simon.

Simon asks her to move in and she says, "What about Soap? Is he okay with it?"

Yall have fun with what his reaction would be.

[nenayaquisieras]

The guys teasing medium!reader when they see scratch marks on her back thinking she was getting it on with someone last night but in reality she was fighting demons.

Literally.

[prettyboykatsuki]

slide | h. chigiri

♡ tags ; afab + fem!reader, reader is wearing a skirt / blouse top / make-up, established relationship, no explicit verbal consent but reader is So Into It, exhibitionism ft. getting caught, bluelock teammates being too casual about the entire thing, unprotected sex, foreplay, little to no prep, 18+

♡ wc ; 2.5k (?)

♡ a/n ; this is insane. thank u everyone who voted.

♡ synopsis ; your rational brain says you should not fuck chigiri while all of his friends are around. you are not very good at listening to your brain though

You experience a lot of firsts with Chigiri.

Too many, maybe. So many that you think you'd be completely hung up on him for the rest of your life on the off-chance you break-up.

Worse, it seems like it's not something he even has to try at.

You blame him being pretty. Like a poisonous flower or tree frog - the sort of thing you can't help but want to touch despite knowing better. After having been in contact with it so long, you should at least have a certain resistance.

Decidedly, you have no resistance at all. A few sweet words, long nimble fingers under the fabric of your skirt is all it takes to get you to doing things you'd never in your life normally do.

Maybe it's the alcohol too. You're tipsy but still so painfully sober at the same time. You could excuse yourself for being this easy if you were smashed but you're just... buzzed instead.

Nerves thrumming, deep and uneven breaths. You feel like a livewire.

There are people everywhere. Reo's house parties have always been stuff of legend. A life-long rich kid with connections that go international, if he's hosting an event - it's no doubt filled with people. You think there's some good reason for the occasion, a brand collaboration with Nagi as the model or something.

In this state, you honestly can't remember. You can barely think a single coherent thought with your boyfriend being so completely all over you.

His teeth scrape lightly over your pulse, a smile at his lips as he no doubt feels your heart-rate jump from nerves.

His eyes are sparkling when he pulls back from you - like he plans to stop. But you get the feeling it's all for show.

This is the first time you've ever shown anyone so much PDA. Chigiri holds you in his lap with his free hand on your hip. At the very corner of an enormous white suede couch, his friends and other random couple mere inches away from you. There's fewer lights on the top floor, dimmer and quieter - loud music muffled enough to hold pleasant conversation.

Next to the arm of the couch, Chigiri drinks half of a flute of champagne before holding it up to you.

He doesn't tell you to drink. His free hand pulls your head back enough to hold the glass to your lips and tip it.

He counts on you being obedient for him.

And you are - parting your lips easily. The bubbly alcohol spills slightly from the corners of your mouth. Droplet spilling down your neck, into your cleavage.

You manage to empty the glass though. This isn't the first time you've had him feed champagne to you, but given the crowd - it feels that way.

Chigiri places the emptied cup on the side-table next to you.

"Tasty?" He muses, eyes shiny. You nod, mesmerized and unable to tear your eyes away. He smiles back but there's something else to it that makes your stomach flip.

Both hands free, he makes a point to hold onto your hips. His thumb goes just underneath your top - pressing into your hip bone. He leans in until his lips are at your neck again, kissing a trail up underneath your earlobe and tugging ever so slightly.

All over you. You can feel him everywhere like this. Bodies pressed together with only him to rely on, the scent of his cologne and warmth of his skin.

You shiver underneath him. His voice is pleasant, soothing and smooth. He speaks clearly, just low enough for only you to hear.

"Seeing you so nervous makes me want to tease you,"

You whine, suddenly feeling helpless. "Hyoma,"

"Pfft," Chigiri laughs against your shoulder. "Whining makes it worse, you know?"

Your frown deepens but Chigiri seems unaffected. He tilts his head to one-side as if to provoke you into speaking your mind. You purse your lips.

"You're scheming something,"

"Was I caught?" He says, no traces of remorse. His finger trail your sides, playing with the lacy material of your tie-top - tugging slightly at the strings that cover your cleavage like he wants to unravel them. "You're really eye-catching tonight,"

You don't say anything to him, but he doesn't seem like he's expecting you to. Slowly, he loops one end of the string around his pointer until it comes loose. You gasp as quietly as you can. Chigiri looks up at you again, amused.

The front of your top comes completely open, your bra visible.

"What are you—?"

Slender fingers dip into the cup of your bra, pulling down just enough for your tits to spill out from the front. You feel your nipple harden, touching the cool air. Chigiri makes a soft sound, like a groan before he closes his mouth around it all at once.

His mouth is hot. Tongue flicking against the hardened bud with familiar expertise, his free hand snaking around to rest on your back.

You feel yourself being swept up in the flow of it. Despite him not having told you a thing. Each word of protest is swallowed with the moans you try to keep in.

His mouth feels so good.

You look down from your lashes. He looks contented, smug. More handsome then pretty like this - hair tied up, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled. Something pokes against your core underneath your skirt. His cock is throbbing, straining against his slack.

His other hand squeezes your tits. There's no hesitance in it.

You cup a hand over your mouth and try to obscure your expression.

"We can't," You whisper-yell.

He pulls off and looks up. "They won't mind. They might be jealous if anything. Do you want to wait until we're home?"He forces you to run over his length, head tilted. "Hm?"

You make a face at him but don't protest. Don't turn him down because you can't—you're too aroused already. He's already made you something so shameless and he barely put in the effort. He has the courtesy to not make fun of you. You can't believe yourself. How easily you're going along with it.

(How badly you're aching for it, even worse with the threat of being caught.)

You feel so self-conscious. Surrounded by people who are caught up in conversation - even still, isn't this too much?

Chigiri adjusts to sit you further away, closer to his knee then his crotch. He leans back, expression nearly unreadable.

"Take it out for me,"

Your eyes go wide. Not demanding or forceful, but certain. So sure you'll listen to him that he only needs to tell you once. Electricity flickers through your spine, makes you feel weak all over.

Your fingers are trembling. The sound of his zipper coming down is obscured by all the other noise in the room. The buttons come off next, fingers in his waistband pulling until his cock springs free.

You look back up at him as his cock stands to attention. Mesmerized by it. Long, pretty - thick hairs at the base. Pre-cum dribbles from the tip, all the down the shaft. You stare at it wide-eyed.

"You're hard,"

He laughs a little. "Sure am,"

Your face feels flush. He can be so...ugh.

You feel your mind scramble entirely seeing him like this in a room full of everyone you know and everyone you don't. His absurdness sends you reeling. Bordering on arrogance but still somehow sweet, almost well-mannered. You think that part of him is reserved for you alone.

Reason screaming at you to not fuck your boyfriend in a room full of his friends becomes white noise all at once. You can't think clearly.

You're worked up from how he's been touching you, teasing you. And that it'd feel good to let him slip his cock inside right now, fill you up nicely. You've been wanting him since you get here. Watching him talk to people while still making sure you felt well, seeing him look over prideful every time you paid a compliment. So focused on you even when he's the one people fawn over.

And he looks good, has all night. He always dresses well but it's a formal even so he's dressed formal too. Stripped of his suit jacket leaving him in a button-down shirt and slacks, hair styled neatly. A pretty face paired with the scent of cologne and fresh-linen - completely intoxicating. You can't help but give in that invitation.

He pulls you back forward until you're clothed pussy is over his cock. Shaft pressed against your clothed cunt, tenting your skirt. Your breathing stutters.

He looks up at you with a small smile. "You're so pretty,"

You whimper. High and pitchy, arms wrapped around his neck. It's almost excruciating how easily so few words make you wet, but you're soaked.

It's your hand that moves. Pushing your panties to one side. You reach between your bodies, under your skirt - and place yourself up just high enough to slide the tip of his cock through your slick folds.

When you find the entrance, you lower yourself back down as slow as you can manage.

It feels like you're one thing of pure nerves. Heat running through your veins as his cock splits you open. Your head is swimming, ears ringing - all the blood in your body pumping hard to keep air in your lungs. You're trembling.

Chigiri just groans. Loud enough that someone definitely hears. It makes you jolt.

You should stop. You should really stop now but—

"Fuck. Good girl,"

You whine again. It's too loud. Chigiri just laughs

Both of his hands end up on your ass, pushing you down gently as his dick stretches you out. No prep makes it ache more than usual, a dull pain that still feels so fucking pleasurable. Clit throbbing, nipples hardened - you've never wanted anything more in your life then for him to fuck you in the current moment. Your nails dig into his shoulders, biting your lip to muffle the pathetic noise that threatens to give you away.

Even as you're quiet, you can still hear your pussy. Wet and slick, swallowing down every inch. Chigiri nudges his nose against your shoulder, your jaw - and kisses the skin until you're all the way bottomed out.

Your whole body gives out, trembling - your pussy suddenly squeezing tight as you take him down to base, feel him right at your cervix. You hold onto him righter, unable to keep it in.

"Hyoma," You slur. He laughs, already knowing exactly what reason you'd have to call his name.

"They'll find out if I fuck you."

You're so, so horny. Your whole body is burning up. Your voice breaks.

"Please,"

He rocks you. It's a subtle enough movement. It gives you some friction without making it too obvious - isn't noticeable if no one's looking. But it's not enough. You whimper like you're about to cry.

Chigiri laughs again, a little sharper then the last time.

"What is it, hm?"

You tense, trying to ride him harder without thinking but he stops you.

"All of my teammates will see you. You can't hold it in until we get home?"

You shake your head.

"What'll I do with you when you get needy so easily?" He teases.

Finally, finally. He grabs both of your hips to do it. His grip is strong, both of his hands more than enough to pick you up and slam you right back down on his cock. It's noisy and loud, too obvious and so shameful and you feel so guilty.

Yet your pussy is twitching endlessly, drooling around his length from it.

He inhales, voice filled with pride. "So wet,"

He fucks you like that for a few thrusts. You throw away your remaining bits of pride in tact and go limp in his grasp, eager and desperate to let him have his way with your body. He fucks you so good, so perfectly. The soft curve of his cock touching that spot inside of you so easily, making you squeal on each pass. You feel soft inside, so perfectly stretched.

( It's unfair he has to be restrained, your mind thinks this distantly. It'd be better if he took you over this couch and fucked you completely stupid.

You barely remember there's people with you.)

Skin hitting skin, the sloppy sound of Chigiri pounding you open - it takes a long while before anyone says anything.

Or it feels that way. You can't say you have much sense of the time.

"Are you trying to show off, Chigiri-kun?"

A voice. Isagi, you think. You whimper, clenching. Chigiri laughs, but does not stop fucking you.

"Aw, don't be jealous."

His teammate just chuckles, good-naturedly. "Fuck off,"

They're talking, almost idly over you. Your mind can't keep up with the scenario at all. It's not like you don't know what your boyfriends teammates are like but still. Still. You tune it out, only managing to focus on being fucked so openly when you actively pretend it's not happening. It feels so good it's making you drool into his thousand-dollar dress shirt.

"If you're gonna do it in the middle of a party, shouldn't we least get to see her?"

Another person. A different voice, deeper this time. You can feel eyes on you, leering at you. A shiver runs up your spine. You want to cum so bad.

"Nope," Chigiri says easily. "You can watch but her pretty face is for me,"

Fuck.

"Tsk. Stingy,"

"Get your own girlfriend,"

There's more conversation above you. Time melts together. Your mind feels completely gone - free from coherency. You can't even form a proper sentence,wrung out and so on the edge of an orgasm.

Chigiri returns to you after a time. He places a kiss to your neck as he pulls back, now properly able to see you. You're sure your face is ruined, make-up smudged and drooling after being fucked dumb. Chigiri just grins, warm. A hand cupping your cheek, brushing the corner of your mouth.

"So pretty,"

You put your hands on his shoulders. "Hyoma, wanna c-cum. Make me cum,"

He looks well and truly pleased with you as he speaks.

"Yeah? Want everyone to see you fall apart on my cock? You're already making a mess on my pants, it'll be tough to go home. You're not worried about that though, huh," Chigiri says, voice airy. His hand comeing down between your bodies, thumb brushing up against your clit. "Just worried about this place. So needy. Even though you're taking everything in, you still need more. Here, cum. Show me how good you feel with such a greedy pussy."

A thumb against your clit makes your mind shatter completely, utterly. Like the very last piece of the puzzles, your whole body goes taut as your cunt spasms. Trembling almost violently, every muscle tense - you cum around Chigiri's lenghth in a single long stretch. Moaning into the side of his neck, huffing and sweaty and barely conscious.

You made a mess. You can feel it, hear it. A distantly sober part of your lust-addled brain screams at you to have some shame.

But it's put to bed quickly but your boyfriend kissing your temple.

"You did well," Chigiri says, sweet. "Sit here a little longer, until it's time to go home. I'll make it feel even better."

Caught up in his whims so completely, all you can do is give in. Chigiri grins a little.

"Good girl.

[agatalunar]

new year, new me… ㅤㅤ𖤓 · What will 2025 bring you? ㅤㅤ· 𖤓

merry christmas everybody 🤍🎄 sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy this last reading of the year, and as always thank u for your support… it would be a pleasure for me if you let me know if the reading resonated with you so do not hesitate to send me a message, comment or reblog, it will make me immensely happy

- choose the one with which you feel most connected -

Pile 1… 2… 3…

ㅤㅤ

𖤓 Pile 1

cards: five of pentacles, six of wands, five of wands, nine of pentacles, five of coups

Independence is a great word for this year that is beginning. You are going to start facing the world on your own, so you must act with certainty. It is a year of a lot of personal growth in relation to how you want to present yourself to the world, what you offer.

“Adult life is no longer a game.” You may be a very, very young person or you may not have had the opportunity to do things on your own, but if you really want the things you want, it is important that you take action.

It is a year in which your soul is going to take very different paths in relation to the past and all of them will be good if you know how to choose them and know how to handle them. For some reason it is as if you are embarking on the path of being a CEO/ a type of boss (?)

Getting out of your comfort zone, recognizing your potential and having security and confidence will lead you to success. Use your mind but also your heart, do not let greed or ego guide you. You may want this to help your family's finances, but you are also doing it for yourself. You deserve to get everything you want and the universe is helping you get it in 2025. Be patient and don't despair. Everything comes at the best time.

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Happy than ever - Billie Eilish, This will be - Natalie Cole, “we don't play around”, Let me - Zayn, Whatever - Oasis, “Im freeee”, applause, decisions, “all action is reaction”, being latinx or latin descent, depend on others financially, Cuba or Miami, 565, 6, 3, 333, “I used to pray for what I have today”, Simple - Kali Uchis, Jenny from the block - Jennifer Lopez, emigrate-migrate, vision board

Thank you for your time and energy, dear pile 1 ♡

𖤓 Pile 2

cards: eight of pentacles, knight of swords, the moon, knight of cups, the dead

2025 brings you a lot of internal learning. Your guides want to communicate with you. Dive into the spiritual sea of ​​your soul and life purpose. Dare to see what has been hidden for a long time.

You will know and recognize yourself from a deeper perception, you may need to connect with your past lives, understand where certain repetitive patterns come from, your soul needs to be healed and there is no one else who can do it but yourself.

If for a long time you have wanted to buy crystals, tarot cards, learn more about astrology, meditate... 2025 is the perfect year to carry all that out.

Do not set expectations, enter that path with a blank mind. "Reborn." You will become the most authentic version of yourself when you manage to recognize the spirituality in which you live. Do journaling, automatic writing, guided meditations... etc. And remember that healing the soul is also about eating well, surrounding yourself with people who have positive intentions, not being hard on yourself and just taking life easy.

This process will also change your style, you will want to dress differently, your observation of yourself will change completely and everything will be for your highest good. Your spiritual guides can't wait for you to take that big step... "do it, do it baby"

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Frailty - Violent vira, 18, 8, “save yourself”, third eye chakra, role models, Very special - Chris brown, Nobody - mitski, Conquest of Paradise- Vangelis, watch things on the laptop at 3 am, Chachachá - Josean Log, Blueprint - Tyler Jane, blue light

Thank you for your time and energy, dear pile 2 ♡

𖤓 Pile 3

cards: the chariot, the magician, knight of cups, eight of wands, the moon

“Just take it easy, baby, enjoy it”. Literally just have fun, 2025 is a year where you shouldn't think about things so much, “don't overthink it”. Act like a child, enjoy the moment, don't worry about what might happen. But just because you let yourself be guided by the universe doesn't mean you have to leave your inner voice behind, use your intuition, have faith and trust but act consciously.

DANCE, connect with your inner child. Don't care what people might say, it's your life and you decide how to live it. Dare to challenge the rules you've been forced to follow. Connect more with music, it may be a way for you to heal or simply relax.

Be your best friend, no one will know you as well as you know yourself. Take care of yourself in all aspects, physically, energetically and above all emotionally and mentally. Transform nostalgia into healing potential.

Just as you act when no one is watching, act the same way when everyone is watching; 2025 will be a year of great satisfaction for you, the universe embraces you and pats you on the shoulder so that you take the next step.

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

BTBT - B.I, 222, False starts - Zayn, “trust me, you’re not gonna crash”, butterfly, Felling good - Nina Simone, wings, Alma mia - Natalia lafurcade, cherry, strawberry, makeup for children, 2000s, Deceptacon - Le Tigre, blue shirt with white stripes, party decoration, dancing in the kitchen, rock, music from your childhood or what your dad listened to, Rock you like a hurricane - Scorpions, As it was - Harry Styles, “be a diva”, You & Me - Jennie, Opera House - Cigarettes after sex, Modern Love - David Bowie, The breakfast club

Thank you for your time and energy, dear pile 3 ♡

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To Witness a Ghostly Dance.

The haunted, the all seeing and the dead in spirit. Three teenagers in a town, town full of secrets, town full of dead girls. They wants them both, they want them too. Nothing and perfection are after a medium, the medium may be a death and a saviour to them both. 

Words: approximately 5032

Cws: Spoilers for Gluttony Gods and stories connected to Gluttony Gods, ghosts, mentions of deaths, suicide, this was commissioned! creative liberty towards witchcraft and medium kind of

You were on a plane, a twelve hour long flight ahead of you. You were wondering how you’ve got to this point, leaving the comfort of your past life behind, leaving for a small town waiting for its end, for an apocalypse to make it holy and deserving of tears. Then you look at the boy next to you, the boy self-made, dug his way out of a girl shell, painted himself after the devil and taunted towns with his sin and decay. 

You still remembered the day his rot invaded your life. 

You were at school, a sad place full of people who wore ‘normal’ like a badge of honour and wanted to burn you on a stake like the witches from Salem. Being known as the weird one, the medium doing witchcraft and persuading the gothic lifestyle, it was like a death sentence for your social life and reputation. Not like you cared. You didn’t. 

Your life was nice. Cards and spirit, fire and pendulums, spells and prayers. You loved it. Loved the ghosts you’ve seen and worked with, performing witchcraft was like playing with barbies for you, you did it since you were a small child and it never left you, it only grew stronger. 

You didn’t need those ordinary people as your friends. They were empty, cared too much about how they're seen, talked about money, power and glory, nothing else mattered. They called you names, pointed at you and laughed, yet at the end of the day the most popular girls would come to you and ask for a love reading, the jocks would ask about their sports career. You should turn them back, tell them to fuck off, but digging out their secrets was far too exciting, if only you had someone who’d laugh at them with you. 

And that’s when the apotheosis came into your life. 

He and his decay. He and his boyishness found underneath a girl’s skin. Ronin Beaufort. Beaufort as in the devil’s heir, or that’s how he introduced himself to you. At first you didn’t care, another emo guy who’d turn into one of the others after a week. Or so you thought, The lack of interest left you the moment you saw the hoard of ghosts surrounding him. 

Men with twisted necks, priests with broken limbs and crushed heads. Gore in spirit. Gore in murder. And he was the artist, proud of the work, proud of being a creator. 

“I challenged God y’know.” He told you once, when you two sat in his father’s truck, you shuffled your cards while he smoked a cigarette. “I kill what He’s made, I turn somethings into nothings I bring ruin to what He created.” You stopped shuffling then, looked at him and laughed. Laughed at how amusing it was to you, a boy made into the devil. Boy made into a devil he’s not.  He’d raise his eyebrow and ask why you’re laughing. “It’s ‘cause you’re more of a saint than you are a devil.” Your response was. 

Another time, this time back at your house, in your room, on your bed. He was laying on his back and you were trying to communicate with a ghost, a spirit you didn’t know and wondered why it followed you. 

“Hey.” He said, black irises looking at you like the void tried to consume you. 

“What?” You asked, stopping the ghost seance. It won’t work if you’ve already broken it. 

“Do me a reading, woudja?” A question you didn’t expect. He never cared about your witchery, he was only ever curious about the ghosts, the secrets you hid. 

“Whatdya wanna know, Beaufort?” You asked, getting up and moving to your altar, a table with all your witchcraft and whatnot stuff placed on it. The only part of your room that wasn’t a mess, untouched by spirits, kept in an order by you. You picked up the cards, Marigold’s deck, mysterious and dark, for some hard to read. Just like the one who asked for the reading. 

You sat on the floor, pat the spot in front of you. Ronin joined you, sitting cross-legged with his arms behind him. “How is my… ol’ friend doin’?” He said, with a hesitation in his voice when he said ‘friend’, there was something hidden deep in his heart. You didn’t ask. 

“Name.” 

“What?”

“That friend’s name. I need it.” 

“Oh.” He said, the confusion disappearing from his face. “Ther. Their name is Ther.” The way he said it sounded like he wanted to explain to the world what their name was, like the whole universe was calling them by a wrong name. 

And maybe it was the truth. 

You shuffled the cards. Three fell out. You placed them in front of you and slowly turned them around. Three black cards, white and gold details making for the only colours showing on the cards. The figures on them are skeletons, skulls and flowery details. 

“Hm…” You hummed. 

“What?” He asked, curious. 

“Your friend’s doing bad.” You grabbed the first card and turned it around so he’d see better. “Nine of swords.” There were indeed nine swords on the card and a skull’s jaw, five of these swords with their blades turned towards the bone like they’re about to cut into it. “Mental and emotional turmoil, sleepless nights and anxiety. They’re stressed heavily about something.” You didn’t look at him, turning around another card. “Hermit reversed.” A figure sitting on a rock, wearing a tunic. The skeleton held a lantern in its hand. “They feel lonely and isolated, they either don’t have friends or the people around them are fake.” 

You smiled at the last one after you turned it around for him. “The devil, huh?” He picked it up and looked at the image of two skeletons, one with a fake areola over its head and a snake around its neck making its way to the other skeleton to choke it. They were holding hands, as if they just signed off a perfect deal. 

“Thinking it’s about you? Nah. They feel trapped, stuck in the life they need to lead. Maybe even deceived or forced.” You took the card from him and collected the rest two, putting them back into the deck. 

Ronin was deep in thought. “‘s weird.”

“What is?”

“How well it read them. Lonely, trapped and anxious. Just like the Estridge I know.” He sighed. “Good job, darl.” 

And then you met them. 

The devil’s ‘friend’, but Angelwood’s spirits told you the angsty love story already. Ther’s the lover, his lover. 

But this person… this girl who looked at you wasn’t Ther. It was Ethereality, the Estridge’s girl, walking perfection, future prom queen. 

“She’s dead.” You said. The first words to leave your mouth after Ronin introduced you. 

Ethereality furrowed her eyebrows, her blue eyes digging into you with confusion and a bit of jealousy. Jealousy that you were next to Ronin and they didn’t know how close you were with him. “What?” They asked, tone cold and irritated. 

You looked at Ronin, he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes locked on Ther, he didn’t have to be a medium to see what you saw.

“You’re dead. Dead in spirit, only a walking body, like a doll. Pretty, still empty.” You took a few steps forward, standing at Estridge’s side. “Soon, even your body will be dead. A pretty corpse, with broken ribs and a corset sliced through the skin.” You whispered. They didn’t want Ronin to know and you respected that decision. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” They tried to be sweet, like the kind, well behaved girl they were supposed to be. 

You still saw through it, saw the shock, the fear. They know. Oh god they fucking know. 

Your next encounter with Estridge wasn’t too far from your first one, it was just you and her. Ronin was nowhere to be seen, leaving you there with them, like it’s a trial to see if you can see them as well as he can. And, of course, you can.

“I see you took off the corset.” You said, eyeing them up and down, your gaze lingering on their waist. 

Ther didn’t reply at first. They pretended that you don’t exist. Like you’re the wind, blowing somewhere in the background and just imitating a person’s voice. 

But you were real. And that got on their nerves. You and your mystery. You were like the night sky, full of stars, each one shining brighter than the other. You were the galaxy, the galaxy with a new moon, moon that was nothing, nothing like an everything-devouring black hole. Next to the moon there was something missing, something to light up the sky and create day. Something like the sun, burning brightly enraged, Angry at what the world tried to make it be. 

“What do you even want from me?” They asked, not looking at you. It’s like looking at you alone would curse them, make them fall, set their perfect wax wings on fire. 

“Nothin’. I want nothing.” You replied and reached inside your bag, taking out a necklace, wax on the pendant, keeping it close. You handed it to them. “Take it.” 

“Why?” They asked, yet they still reached out for it, feeling a connection. 

“It’s a spell, will make your spirit stronger.” When they raised an eyebrow you chuckled. “It’s s’posed to keep you healthy, a friend asked me to make it. He’s worried y’know…” You trailed off. 

Ther scoffed and squeezed the necklace in their hand. “Ro… Beaufort’s not my friend. He’s a nobody.” 

“Yet you can’t help your obsession with him.” You leaned closer to their ear. “And now I’m your new obsession too.” 

They hated the way they wanted to know you, the interest they felt towards you. She shouldn’t feel that way, she has Craig. Her beloved abuser boyfriend.Yet, they couldn’t help themselves. You were everywhere around, alone or with Ronin, you looked at them deep in thought, then you’d bring them a new necklace, a stone, magic-somethings that were supposed to make them healthier. 

And for some reason they did feel better. 

Maybe it was Ronin barging into their life, killing Etherality for them, maybe it was you seeing and caring. Maybe it was both. 

“Why did you even come here?” They asked once. You three were in the Cradle, Ronin was standing close to the swings, smoking a cigarette he stole. You two and Ther were sitting on the swings. 

You turned to look at them and smiled. “What if I said it was ‘cause of you?” You asked, your head tilted to the side, you wanted to see their reaction. 

“Bullshit. You came here because of Ro.” 

Ronin laughed at their words, finding them amusing. He knew the true reason after all. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Your idea is, princess. ‘s not why they came here.” He let the burned cigarette fall to the ground and then stepped over it. “But I’ll let the witchy psychic do the talking.” 

“Oh thank you for your generosity.” You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t lie, you’re the reason, or a part of it.” You looked up, the moon hidden behind the clouds, like it didn’t want to even look at Angelwood. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Prom Queen curse and dancing ghosts.” You said simply. “I wanted to see what the deal was. Ro here told me about Ridge Grave and how you can see ghosts dance around the stone angel when the moon is in a perfect position… I want to see it.” There was fire burning in your eyes. A yearning for mystery. You could be interested in Ronin, even a little in love with him when he first appeared in your life, but if it wasn’t for the secrets of Angelwood you would never go with him. Love wasn’t worth leaving a whole life behind in your morale, but ghosts and curses? Oh, you would go to the other side of the globe just to see that damn dance with your own eyes. 

“So… you came here because of a curse?” Ther asked, their eyes widened in shock. It sounded so absurd to them. 

“Fucked ain’t it?” Ronin stood by their side, using their head as an armrest. “If I knew it’s all it would take I would get ‘em to come here way faster.” He chuckled. 

“And what about it connects to me?” They raised an eyebrow. 

“You’re close to your crowning Estridge, the curse would apply to you too.” You flicked their forehead. “I thought you were the smartest one here.” 

They bite their lower lip. “You believe in that curse?” 

“Tch, is that even a question? I’m into witchcraft and ghosts, whatdya think?” You cackled. “What? Scared you’ll die? Or maybe that’s what you’re hoping for?” You looked them in the eyes, like you wanted to read their mind through the deep blue. 

“Didn’t you say that I’m dead already?” 

“I said you’re dead in spirit and almost in body. I never said which you tho.” You didn’t finish the sentence, leaving it up to Ther to realise what you meant. 

You three stood in the bathrooms, or rather, you and Ronin were standing. Ther was kneeling in front of the toilet, you held their hair. Craig shit talked you and Ronin again, tried to teach Ethy a lesson for talking to you two. You and Ronin stepped in, you said seven random words in Latin while Ronin did the typical shooting a finger gun straight into the jock’s forehead. Being the Angelwood’s Lucifer and Lilith in the making was enough to scare off Estridge’s perfect husband-to-be and get him to back off. 

No matter how hard you tried, Ther still ended up running off to the damned bathrooms. 

“I can’t take it anymore.” They said, half laughing half sobbing. “Leave me alone, let me be happy.” You and Ronin winced, their words hurt even if you both knew that they weren't their true thoughts. 

“And leave you here to rot? Nah. I’d rather set this damn town on fire and burn with it.” Ronin replied, sliding down on the wall to sit in front of them. “We know that you’re not happy, you’ve killed your pride already, don’t kill yourself.” 

“It’s better to die than live like this.” They practically spitted out the words. 

“Then die.” You said. Both of them raising their heads to look at you. 

“What?” Ther asked. 

You smiled like you were about to say the sweetest thing ever. “Kill Ethereality. She’s already on her last breaths. Kill her and become Ther. Embrace death like it’s your new beginning.” You were holding something in your hand, it was a pink box, with bows and pretty lace. 

“Ya just keep the most random shit in your bag.” Ronin said, amazed. 

“It's practical.” You shrugged. 

You gave the box to Ther, watched as they turned the box around in their hands. They opened it, expecting something to be inside, but it was empty. 

“Why are you giving this to me?” 

“It’s for Ethy’s memorial. Put all the things most connected to her. We’ll give her a proper goodbye. Ridge Grave will have its new dead prom queen and you’ll have your new beginning.” 

And with that you left, letting the childhood lovebirds do their thing and Ther think more about the funeral for the girl who they were forced to live as. You expected what choices they’d make. 

After all, your cards were usually right. 

A full moon graced Angelwood with its presence, even dared to look down at the town, letting it bask in its light before its upcoming apocalypse… if there was one to come that is. 

You were putting on your protective charms, you didn’t know what entities were in the cemetery and getting a corrupted ghost, or even a demon - which would be quite ironic, wasn’t really in your plans for the night. All you wanted was to show Ther and Ronin your world, allow them to taste spirituality, maybe even fall in love with it as much as you loved it. 

Loving ghosts… that’s certainly something. 

At least you could be proud of being another walking tragedy stepping on the holy grounds. 

“Ready?” You asked the two standing in front of you. 

Ronin was looking as nonchalant as ever, black holes locked onto you, then looking down at the bracelets in your hands. “Awh, worried we’ll meet demons?” He asks and takes one from you, the black and red one, with a small skull made of bone.

“More or less, no one knows what those spirits are. I’d rather not have to perform a do-it-yourself exorcism and cleansing ritual in the middle of a graveyard.” You shrugged and gave the second charm to Ther. Beautiful bracelet with pink, blue and purple beads and a lily made of bone.

They put it on and look at the flower closely. “I didn’t know you were into arts and crafts.” 

You smirked proudly. “You’ve yet to know me, Estridge.” You looked down at your own bracelet, one in your favourite colours with a bat, also carved from bone. “C’mon. I want to see the dancing prom queens in their ghostly catastrophe.” You took their hands and pulled them to follow you. 

You didn’t know where Ridge Grave was, or at least that’s what Ronin and Ther thought. They were caught off guard when you took the lead and actually were going the correct path  and the graveyard wasn’t any close to the town, it was far away like they tried to hide it. 

In reality the only reason why you took the correct path was because of the ghosts, you felt their energy and it led you, you saw them in front of you, showing you the way, inviting you to their place of rest like you’re a long awaited guest. 

And maybe to them you were. After all, ghosts didn’t bend to time, they could know you already even if for you it would be the first meeting with them. 

“You’re almost there…” 

“One more street and you’ll arrive.” 

They whispered to you. Their voices came from all around you and you just followed their words. Spirits were always your guides and almost never did they betray you, almost because you’ve met a few unfriendly individuals over the years. 

“And we’ve arrived.” You announced. 

In front of you was a graveyard made of neat rows of graves piled by the walls, a stone angel in the middle of this all, her hands clasped together like she was in an eternal prayer for all of those who rest in this land.

Ridge Grave was more than just neatly placed graves and a stone figure in the middle of it. It had secrets. Ghosts of girls who killed themselves after meeting the boys of Angelwood, pictures of the saints on their graves “May the Holy Father forgive you for your sin” engraved into the marble plate, right under their names. Graves for kids who just wanted to be themselves, graves for kids who loved who they wanted and never hurt anyone 

Graves for kids who were hurt by Angelwood for not being perfect. 

Whimpering ghosts, upset ghosts, happy ghosts. That’s what most graveyards you’ve seen were surrounded by. This one? This was just overflowing with sadness. 

Ronin inhaled like he had arrived back home. “Ah, Ridge Grave, how I missed you.” He giggled, twisted and rough. 

“Missing the place of your burial?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I did return from the dead, sweetheart.” He said to you. 

Ther sighed. “You and your second coming.” 

“Soon you’ll have yours too.” You ruffled Ther’s hair, earning an outraged “ugh” in response. 

You three bantered for a little more, obviously flirting… using death as a love reference. Each to their own how your family used to say. 

A weird energy started to gather around the stone angel, it wasn’t corrupted or malicious like the negative entities you’ve met before. This energy was just confusing. It felt like electricity caressing your skin whenever you outstretched your hand towards it. It was warm too, warm in a human-warm way. You were lost there, but you didn’t have time to think. 

“Hide.”

“What?” Ther and Ronin asked.

“We have to hide. Come on!” 

You three ended up hiding behind one of the crypt’s, ironic as it could be, it was the Estridge’s crypt. 

“Good hiding spot, darl.” Ronin whispered and you elbowed him.

“Shh.” You silenced him before he could say anything more and focused on looking at the energy.

It started to change, swish around and form into something else. Something more human. Something more girl-shaped. 

There they were. 

Four girls. For girls in long dresses, prom crowns on their heads, holes in place for their hearts. There was mist around them and only them. They were swaying their hands, turning around, singing a sad song, the wind their melody. They held hands and circled around the angel. Tears ran down their faces, then they giggled sweetly like it was the happiest moment in their existence. 

You were looking at it breathlessly. Something was pulling you towards them, like a siren’s call, dangerous yet so tempting. You couldn’t take your eyes off of them, watching them dance so effortlessly and freely around their god. 

“Oh shit. They’re real.” Ther whispered. 

They and Ronin held your hands so it wasn’t so shocking that they too could see the scene unfold. You were like a connection between them and the spiritual world, they could see every ghost and figure haunting the nearest area. They could hear the sad song.

They could have a taste of your life. 

“They’re… beautiful…” You said. 

You were about to approach them, disturb the dance or maybe join it. You felt connected to them. You wanted to be with them. 

But Ronin pulled you back, you tried to push him away, but only ended up making yourself and him fall to the ground. You heard him grunt after your head hit his chest. 

That’s when you returned to reality. 

The energy vanished, no more singing, no more mist. Just the ordinary sad ghosts of loving kids and broken girls around you. You looked around, looking for any trace of the dancing girls, but there was nothing, not even in the alley made especially for them. 

“I guess it’s all from the dance huh.” You murmured. 

“Yeah. Maybe you’d be kind enough to let me stand up darlin’, unless ya want to cuddle up on the grass with me.” Ronin’s voice came from under you and you quickly got up. 

“Sorry, sorry, You’re really good as a pillow, y’know that Beaufort?” 

“Yeah, yeah, Estridge already proved that to me.” 

He took your hand and you helped him up. For some time none of you spoke up, lost in their own heads with their own thoughts. 

“So. How was it?” You asked, looking at them with your arms folded over your chest. 

“What was what?” Asked Ther. 

“Seeing ghosts, seeing my world, or at least a piece of it.” 

You looked at them expectedly, wanting to hear their thoughts, know their reactions and opinions. If you wanted to keep them in your life, you needed them to accept your life, the ghosts and the spells. 

The first one to answer was Ronin.

“It was… strangely beautiful. I’ve always heard ghosts, and ya know it best, witchy. But this? This was a whole different layer of fucked up. Seeing ghosts, seeing the queens dance and sing. It was like the most grotesque shit in my life.” You saw excitement in his eyes. Hunger even. 

Beaufort wanted to explore everything new to him. His hunger for the unknown was stronger than the one for murder. So it wasn’t a surprise to see him be so invested in the ghosts and spirits, they were a complete mystery to him. 

Ther was quiet for a while longer, looking at the bracelet on their wrist and then giggling. “Oh, so that’s what I can become? A sad ghost dancing in Angelwood forever?” Their laughter turned to a more twisted note. “Ah, how fucking funny.” They walked up to you, cupped your cheek with their hand and smiled. “Thank you for showing me this… They were amazing and seeing them was eye opening in a way. Your world. It’s so fascinatingly weird. Just like you.” They smiled and you felt your cheeks heating up. 

“Anything for you, Estridge dear.” You answered. “I’m really happy you two liked my world so much. I’ll be sure to show you more of it soon.” You said. A promise for a future together. A promise for a life together. In body and soul. 

The night of prom came. You all were in your own respective houses, doing your own things. 

Ther was getting ready, the pink box in their bag, sealed with wax just like you asked them. The girl in their mirror was perfect, or that’s what their parents told them, but they couldn’t bear to look at their reflection. Feeling like they’ll turn into stone. 

Ronin was smoking a cigarette outside of the house, waiting for you to come out. For this occasion he even wore a suit, after all it was Estridge’s funeral day, she deserved the best attire from the witnesses of her last hours. 

You were getting ready, packed the most important stuff into your bag - you would leave Angelwood for good after this. Ronin stole someone’s car after you announced that you’re not leaving everything you arrived with behind. You’re the only one with no deep connection to Angelwood, your things don’t belong in there anyway. 

“Ready for the last ball, witchy?” Ronin asked after you left the house, dressed in your best clothes. Someone has to lead Ethereality’s funeral ceremony. And that someone can as well be you. 

“Yeah, it should be the last of my things.” You said, putting the last of your bags into the truck. “It’s sad, you two will have to share my clothes for a while, at least til we’re with my fam.” You called your parents beforehand, announcing your return with two teenagers in need of a roof above their heads. Your parents, already used to the weirdest things happening in their life, after all you’ve got to get the witchcraft and spirits from somewhere, agreed to let Ronin and Ther stay with you. 

The prom has finished, Ethy won, Craig … there’s no reason to discuss the dead anyway. 

You three came back to Ridge Grave, the car parked right outside of it. With bloodied hands, Ronin took the shovel from the truck and tossed it over his shoulder. 

“C’mon, we’ve got a prom queen to bury.” He said and started to walk to the entrance. 

You looked back at Ther, hesitation and fear in their eyes. Being Etherality was all they’ve known, at least for most of their life whenever you or Beaufort weren’t there to destroy the perfect mask and stop the play. You outstretched your hands towards them, an inviting, calming smile on your lips. Hesitating, they took your hand and let you lead them through the graves, to the very end of the graveyard. Ronin was already digging, a dirt mountain was growing next to the hole. 

“Okay, that’s deep enough, thanks.” You said. “All of us have to stand on each side of the hole, Ther you take the middle.” You said, giving out orders. There had to be some for the ritual to actually feel real and have some real power. 

“Ther. Give me Ethereality’s soul.” You said, looking at the box in their hand. 

They gave it to you, you inspected it and after nodding in approval of the wax seal, you dropped it into the hole, a thud sound echoing through the seemingly empty place - it was never empty, ghosts were everywhere. 

“We’ve all gathered here to mourn a death and celebrate a rebirth. From a girl to a god, from a broken saint to a perfect sin.” You said. You reached inside your bag, taking three tarot cards out from the same deck you used for Ronin’s reading. “For that, this soul needs three guides, to support it and care for it when it meets its end.” You continued and started throwing in the cards. “The Hierophant in reverse, a man seeking independence and straying from destructive traditions. The High Priestess, a guide in spirit, they’ll forever be seen by the intuitive medium and never experience loneliness. And finally, death. For the one who is reborn and starts a new life, the one who had to share a body with the deceased, the one who will mourn the departure the most.” After throwing in all of the cards you all buried back the hole, leaving the cards and box underground. 

Ther was standing there silent, truly looking like they mourn this loss, this loss of their femininity, of this play they were forced to take part in. Then, they started laughing, tears running down their cheeks and laughter mixed in with sobs. “Is that really all it took… Eighteen years of this hell and now… now we can get out?” They looked at you and Ronin, mascara getting smudged from their tears but they didn’t care. Their dress was soaked in blood from what happened back at prom anyway. 

Ronin approached them first, cupping their face and kissing their forehead. “Yeah. And now, true life begins. Probably not a very less fucked up one, but,” he smirked, “now we can leave this shithole behind and roam anywhere we wanna.”  He turned to look at you. “And with witchy here? We might even experience some real insane shit happen.” 

You scoffed and elbowed him when you got to them. “Oh, don’t get obsessed with the spirits now, Ro. You’ll scare them off.” You said jokingly. 

Then you looked at Ther, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“Welcome to your new life, Ther. A life full of fuckery and insanity. A life truly worth living.” 

I am really happy about this piece ^^

I hope you all will love it too

Nate <3

EDIT: hi hi! I thought it would be important to note that:

Ridge Grave, prom queen curse, rebirth of Ther, dancing ghosts

Come from a project made by rosesrot! I took inspiration from said project to write this piece, so it's a sort of retelling of it! I just thought it would be needed to let you know that (I - unfortunately - am not as creative as to make a whole curse up </3 maybe one day....)

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