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This week for 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 : July 7-13: SISTRA, Peggy Gou, Charli xcx, A.C.E. and more!

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SISTRA - You're a Lot

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“Time After Time”

Original by Cyndi Lauper

Covered by SISTRA

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SISTRA - Lost My Way

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Terfs will rage when they read this, but it wasn't them and their transphobic discourse that made me feel like a woman (I'm afab), but trans people.

When you have a discourse that centers a woman's existence in her body image and only in what's supposed to be her body image, you alienate all those other women who do not fit in that definition into thinking they must be something else.

Which is why, for a long time, I though I might be a trans man. How could I be a woman, if I don't fit any of these people's definition of womanhood, besides the fact I have the genitals they deem correct? But trans people? Trans people made me feel correct in my body. Made me feel accepted and seen.

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Who’s the best French villain of all time: My favourite 🥖or 🥐 is…

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Fallin' All In You (Part 6) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl. 

Warnings: Only cursing for now

Note: Hey, everyone, I hope you are all doing well. I just wanted to share the last chapter of Fallin' All In You. I'm sorry it took so long, but I had a horrible writer's block for the ending. Good news: I'm already working on my next series. I'll share more info soon. Happy reading, everyone!

Word count: 3,162

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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"Y/N," the blonde boy's voice pierced the air, a potent mix of urgency and confusion. He abruptly halted before the temporary fence enclosing the Ferris wheel, his eyes wide in suspicion.

You were frozen in your tracks as his voice hit you like a splash of cold water. At your side, Wanda gently let go of your hand and took a step away, causing a pang of pain in your chest at her sudden distance.

Pietro's eyes danced between you, yet yours remained fixed on the boy. The longer you remained silent, the more suffocating the atmosphere became. Crystal bounced on her feet uncomfortably and could no longer withstand the tension. She loudly clasped her hands together, drawing the attention of the group.

"I'm just gonna head to the restroom. I'll be right back, babe," she announced, awkwardly walking backward. Pietro half-mindedly nodded as he returned his gaze to you and Wanda.

"This is unexpected," he finally said, scratching his head. "I thought you were doing photography with Shuri today," he told Wanda with a quirked eyebrow before addressing you, "You said you were hanging out with Daisy, but instead, I found you here with my sister."

From your side, Wanda shifted, shooting you a questioning look. You internally kicked yourself for not thinking of a better lie than hanging out with another girl.

Wanda twisted her rings, eyes settling on anything but her twin brother. "Piet, I know you're upset. The last thing you expected to see tonight was your sister and best friend together."

Pietro scoffed and violently shook his head. "Is that what you think? Wanda, I've known about you two since before either of you did." The two of you shared a bewildered look, and Pietro released an exasperated sigh. "Sistra, anytime I mentioned Y/N, you'd grow flustered or hide away when she came over." He turned to you with a scrutinizing glare. "And you're no better, Y/N. Third grade, when Wanda shared her favorite color with the class, you suddenly started buying all things red despite blue being your favorite color."

You froze in place, utterly speechless, as his words hit you like a bolt of lightning, leaving you stunned and reeling. Your brain raced as the haze of the childhood memory disappeared at his words, and you suddenly remembered ruining your school supplies so your mother would have to buy you everything in red.

"I would have to be blind not to notice your little interaction while you're on the field. You were throwing lovesick glances at eachother throughout the game, for god's sake." He waved his arms around to make his point.

Your face flushed red, and you stuttered embarrassingly, trying to deny his words, yet you couldn't. Similarly, Wanda shifted in place, her face burning, as she stared at the grass.

"I'm not mad about you being together. In fact, I couldn't think of a better match since I love you both. Which is why I am hurt you were so afraid to tell me." He stopped stepping closer to you as he took a deep breath, calming himself. "It was fun at first watching you scramble around me, but now, are you that scared of me?"

Your heart dropped.

"Don't be mad at Y/N. She wanted to tell you, but I was too scared. You two have been friends since we were kids, and us being together..." She cast her gaze down, wrapping her arms around herself, and continued in a small voice, "If you want to blame anyone, blame me."

For the first time, you opened your mouth. "Wanda, you can't take the blame for a decision we made together. We are both at fault." You pried her hand away from its confinement, securing it as you turned to Pietro. "I'm sorry we kept it from you, Pietro. And no, it wasn't because I was scared of you. I lied because I was afraid of ruining our friendship."

Pietro's face softened at your declaration. "Y/N, unless you plan on hurting Wanda, you will never lose me, and I doubt you would ever do that to her."

"Never," you assured, shaking your head and glancing at Wanda. The young woman stared down bashfully with a tiny smile, and your heart swelled. You said the following words, staring directly at her. "I'm serious about us. I would have never risked our friendship if I wasn't."

"I know, and I'm sorry if I overreacted earlier. It's just you're my baby sister," he said, looking at Wanda.

She rolled her eyes, muttering, "It's only 12 minutes."

Pietro ignored her, turning to you, "And you're my best friend. That fact that you are together doesn't change anything. I still want you to rant to me when she nags you over playing too many video games like she does with me. Or whenever Y/N is being an idiot because we all know how dense she can be. I mean, it took her ages to figure out she liked you."

You turned red, and Wanda snorted, bringing her hand to cover her mouth in a futile attempt to save you from further embarrassment.

"No matter what, both of you can come to me."

Wanda lunged forward into his arms, hiding her face in his neck. He enclosed her in his arms, squeezing her tightly as he gave you a goofy grin.

"Bring it in." He removed one of his arms from Wanda and extended it to you invitingly. In normal circumstances, you would have pushed the boy for subjecting you to the embarrassing public display of affection. Yet the rollercoaster of emotions you endured clouded your judgment, and you soon joined the siblings, wrapping your arms around the two.

Although you could feel a few curious eyes on you and a tinge of self-consciousness, you still wrapped your arms around the two.

"Aw, how cute," Crystal cooed, settling next to you three, effectively ending the moment as you scrambled away from eachother. "Oh, don't stop on my account."

"Anyway, I wanted to ride the Inversion, but Crystal's a chicken," he flinched as she slapped his arm. "Are you down?"

You looked at Wanda, and she nodded. Yes, you were whipped.

"Lead the way."

The four of you made your way to the ride, only separating as you and Pietro got into the line, leaving the girls to wait on the other side.

Wanda and Crystal leaned on the metal railing, observing the spinning contraption in complete silence. Despite their lack of interaction, Wanda felt comfortable with the girl. Wanda had been around many of Pietro's conquests, and although she knew little of Crystal, she seemed different from the frivolous, self-centered girls his brother liked to date. Of course, she was otherworldly beautiful with her flowing strawberry-blonde hair, striking green eyes, and alluring personality: charismatic, confident, intelligent, athletic, but most importantly, kind. No wonder she was popular, and no wonder Pietro had gone after the girl.

Crystal shuffled on her feet while watching the operator open the railing gate, and more people, including you and Pietro, entered the ride.

"You know, when Pietro mentioned Y/N and Daisy were hanging out today, I thought the girl had finally mustered the courage to ask Y/N out," Crystal mused thoughtfully.

Wanda's furrowing face sharply twisted her way. "Ask Y/N out?

"Yeah, everyone knows she's had the biggest crush on her since freshman year, but you beat her to the punch. I'm not disappointed, though. You two make a cute couple," she explained dismissively, not sensing Wanda's distress, before waving to the moving ride. "Oh, there they go!"

She watched as the platform spun, and the two continued in silence. Wanda's mind lingered on the so-called Daisy. Who the hell was this girl who had a crush on you? Why did you tell Pietro you were hanging out? Did you know of her feelings? Wanda's head filled with insecurities like a dark cloud lumming in the sky.

The thoughts continued as you and Pietro rejoined the girls. However, they eased into the back of her mind as you took her hand and flashed her a bright smile—a reminder that she had the privilege of tasting your lips; she was on a date with you, and you wanted her.

Wanda squeezed your hand as the two of you followed Pietro and Crystal to the game stalls after deciding to continue as a group. The two of you teased her brother as he attempted to outsmart the rigged games as if you hadn't faced the same predicament earlier as you tried to impress Wanda.

"Why don't you try hook-a-duck? Maybe you'll have better luck," you playfully suggested as Pietro failed to knock down the entire tower of cans for the third time. Wanda snickered into your shoulder as her brother fixed you with a glare.

"Fuck off, Y/N. ," he said as he handed the boy in charge of the stall more bills. He recoiled his arm, preparing to throw, before an idea crossed his mind. "In fact, why don't you show me how it's done?" he offered, extending the bean bag to you.

You huffed nervously, looking to Wanda for help, as you remembered how you could only knock over a few cans earlier. Wanda had cleared all the cans.

"You should give it a try," she said with a devilish smirk, crushing any hope of evading the challenge. You stared at her in betrayal, eyebrows drawn together and mouth agape. Wanda revealed in your reaction, finding it humorous and equally adorable, so much so that she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek and whispered, "Aim for the bottom middle, detka."

A blushing mess and dazed, you took the bean bag from Pietro and positioned yourself behind the stall. Detka. The word rang through your skull, and you tried to recognize its meaning. For all you knew, she could be calling you an idiot, yet the soft and endearing tone made you think otherwise. You would ask her later, you settled.

You experimentally swung your arm, analyzing the pyramid. The base consisted of four metal cans, and per Wanda's instruction, you were to aim for the second and third. You inhaled deeply before releasing the bean bag in an underhand throw. It hits the second tier's third can, and three crumble, leaving seven remaining. You run your tongue between your lips, irked that you have missed your target, and you readjust your position. You throw again, this time hitting your target. The remaining cans in the second and third tier fall, and they miraculously knock the first can in the fourth tier, leaving only one left.

Wanda cheers you on from behind, and so does Crystal; Pietro complains beside her. "Babe?" He questioned reproachfully, and you stifled a laugh.

You aim the final bean bag at the remaining can, calculating how much strength to use. The bean bag grazes the can, moving slightly but not falling over.

"Fuck," you whisper defeatedly.

"Not so cocky now, huh?" Pietro mused, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"I don't think you have any room to talk, Piet. She still did better than you," Wanda defended, crossing her arms as you returned to her side with your new keychain.

"She's right, babe," Crystal joined in, biting back a laugh when Pietro turned to her with a look of betrayal.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be. You're going to gang up on me, now?" He scoffed, his eyes jumping between the three of you. "Traitors."

The three of you could no longer contain your laughter at Pietro's antics. Oh, how you had missed him the past few years. Though you chatted frequently, nothing compared to the banter you shared when you were together.

"You're such a drama queen, Piet," you say, wrapping your arm around Wanda's shoulder, who hides a snicker behind her hand.

Pietro turns to respond, but Crystal takes him by the arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek. The boy's face softens, and the bright lighting of the stall allows you to notice a faint redness on his face as he grins, pleased with himself. He had accomplished what he sought: charming Crystal.

Some of you wanted to tease the boy, yet how could you when his sister had you following her like a lost puppy? Her kiss or a simple touch had you melting like ice on a scorching summer day. The evidence came when Wanda turned to you, a radiant smile spread across her face, causing your chest to tighten and leaving you momentarily breathless.

The group of you wandered around the fairgrounds, and before you knew it, it was 9:45 PM. You could feel your body growing tired, your feet aching after so much walking, and you could tell Wanda felt the same way. As your arms circled her waist with your chin resting on her shoulder, you could see her head tilt up and release a long yawn.

When Pietro and Crystal invited you to watch a local band the organizers booked to play, you and Wanda declined in favor of going home. Wanda fell asleep within ten minutes of your journey home, perhaps lulled by the soft voice of Lana del Rey. Unlike the night she had stayed over, you couldn't afford to admire the sleeping girl lest you wish for disaster. Then, you would undoubtedly replace Jarvis for the worst date ever.

You contented yourself by humming to the music and tapping on the steering wheel. When you parked in front of her house, Wanda remained deep in slumber, her chest rising slowly with each breath. How could she become more beautiful each time you look at her?

You reached over, gently rubbing her arm, and Wanda groaned, scrunching her face into a scowl, disgruntled by being disturbed.

"Wake up, sleepy head. We're here," you said, biting back a laugh.

Her eyes snapped open at your words, embarrassment washing over her face.

"Sorry," Wanda said, rubbing at her eyes.

Your lips twitch upwards, arching a singular eyebrow. "What for?"

"I fell asleep."

"I don't mind. In fact, I immensely enjoyed the little nose scrunch you do when sleeping. It's cute," you teased, recalling the small detail from the one time you risked a glance.

"Oh, god, stop," Wanda grumbled into her hands.

You hummed, your teeth grasping your lower lip, lost in deep contemplation.

"I don't think I will. I like making you blush. It makes you even more adorable," you stated matter-of-factly.

"Is that so? How about you then? You were red as a tomato when Pietro exposed you. Hmm, buy everything red because it's my crush's favorite color."

You opened your mouth to counter, yet nothing came out. She had you.

"Touche," you said.

"Oh, let's not forget all the staring you do. Just so you know, I have noticed. I preferred not to call you out, but why not since we are discussing what's adorable? Definitely adorable, don't you think?"

"I invoke the fifth," you said with a pout, glad for the lack of lighting, which concealed your burning face.

Wanda reveled in her victory with a knowing smirk. She would have happily continued her teasing were it not for a yawn that reminded her of her fatigue.

"I should get going," she signed.

"Okay," you agreed reluctantly, knowing you could talk to her for hours. However, you would not prevent her from getting her much-needed sleep.

Wanda moved to grab the door handle, but you stopped her.

"Let me," you said, rushing out to her side of the car to open the door. "Oh, let's not forget this."

You opened the back door, retrieving the bear you had gifted her. You then accompanied her to her front door, where you both lingered, trying to prolong the moment.

"Thank you for today. It was fun." Wanda wrapped her arms around herself, shielding herself from the light night breeze.

"Best date you've had, right," you remind, and Wanda rolled her eyes with a smile tugging at her lips.

"So far," she countered before giving you a chaste kiss. "Goodnight, Y/N." She turned to leave, but you reached out, grasping her elbow, fueled by the sudden kiss, to ask something you had been dying to.

"Wait," you drew out the word, heart hammering in your chest. "I was waiting to ask you because I wanted to do it right. You know, after we told Pietro—not that I need his permission or anything," you fumbled, scratching the back of your neck. Wanda watched, amused yet curious.

"Anyway," you said, taking her hands into yours and looking straight into her forest-green eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Wanda remained still, processing your words. For a moment, you thought she would reject you, telling you it was too early to commit in such a way. Then, something shifted, and you noticed the unmistakable twinkle in her eyes, reflecting pure happiness. Her wide grin stretched from ear to ear, revealing a set of radiant, pearly white teeth. Her answer came in one word.

"Yes."

"Yes?" you questioned, unbelieving eyes switching her own to her lips as you pulled her closer.

She only nodded, closing the gap. Your lips locked together, fitting like puzzle pieces in a gentle kiss. You quiver under her delicate hands as they settle on the curve of your jaw. Your hands found a home on her waist, pulling her closer and sealing any gap that remained between your bodies. Your lips moved gracefully and in perfect sync in a kiss of pure tenderness and devotion. There was no rush as you parted with a gasp, searching her face and finding her swollen red lips gaping for air and unbridled affection in her green eyes.

The mesmerizing sight ignited a surge of emotion as you retook her lips with intensified passion, causing your teeth to collide in a fierce kiss. Your surroundings disappeared, unconcerned by being discovered by the neighbors or Wanda's mother. You could only think of Wanda, the warmth of her body, and the hunger with which she returned your kiss. You felt your body ascend as you bit down on her bottom lip, and she moaned.

The kiss and the day's events quickly overwhelmed Wanda with emotion, from cracking jokes or intentionally making a fool of yourself just to make her laugh to the heartwarming way you had gifted her your skeeball prize—the same one she had dropped in favor of grasping your jaw. She would have to take better care of the bear. Even being discovered by Pietro had ended pleasingly. Everything had been perfect—everything except...

Wanda suddenly pulled away, lips smacking from the action. The brunette arched an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side in the menacing manner you loved. Although confused by the action, it only made you want to kiss her more. It was only her following words that stopped you.

"Who the hell is Daisy, and why did Pietro think you were out with her today?"

You chuckled nervously, looking at anything but the brunette. You were so in trouble.

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A/N: Thank you to all who have read this story and liked, commented on, or reblogged it. I was hesitant to share my writing, but your support has given me the confidence to continue posting my work. Hopefully, you'll like what I have planned next!

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Free Bird - Part 6

Hey sorry I've been ill these past few days and haven't really had time to write but here's part 6! hope you like it <3 It'll be the last one for this series but I have more fics coming <3 Thanks for reading <3

Warnings: fingering, p in v sex, getting together, drinking, eating.

Part 5

Taglist: @concretmatilda @xxdel-inkxx @lilhobgobbler @ada-clarence

You woke up the next day with Noah arm strewn around you, sleeping soundly next to you. You felt your heart flutter as he tucked you closer hon his sleep, feeling completely safe in his arms. The sun was peeking in through the blinds and you wondered what time it is. You reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone, it was only 9:21. You rolled over into Noah's chest and snuggled up, closing your eyes again. He stirred and hummed as he woke up to the movement.

"Hi sweetheart." He said and you raised your head to look at him. He peeked through a half closed lid and smiled as he closed it again and hugged you even closer.

"Hi." You replied, relishing in the warmth and coziness. You were interrupted however, by a knock on the door.

"Hey Noah you awake? I got an idea for that song we were working on the other day." You heard from outside the door and Noah groaned.

"I'm sleeping!" He yelled and you tried to muffle your giggle. He looked back down at you and smiled, removing the hand that covered your mouth so he could kiss you. Your giggle subsided with the feeling of his lips on yours and you hugged him.

"You sure need it after last night." You heard the voice say and your eyes bulged, breaking apart from Noah and sitting up, covering your breasts with the covers.

"Oh my god that's so embarrassing Noah!" You whisper-yelled and he laughed.

"It's just Jolly, he won't tell anybody. Except the other guys of course." He said and you smacked his chest softly as he laughed again.

"I made breakfast so however many people you are in there come get it." Jolly said and you groaned.

"I can't believe he heard us oh my god." You said, burying your face in your hands.

"C'mon babe, it's not that bad. Let's just go get breakfast, he'll tease us a little for it and then it'll be forgotten, hm?" He said sitting up and hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder. you looked back at him with a skeptical look in your eyes, but ultimately agreed. You got up and got dressed in Noah's shirt from last night and a pair of his sweatpants, making sure to tie the string sistra tight so they would fit you.

You walked downstairs to the smell of bacon, garlic and other great scents, trailing a little behind Noah. You knew Jolly pretty well, but this was so embarrassing for you.

"Oh that smells great dude." Noah said, sitting in one of the chairs by the breakfast bar, you sitting next to him.

"Omelette du Joakim coming right up." Jolly said, not looking back. He cooked for a little longer before plating the omelette he was cooking and grabbing the two plates, turning around and realising you were there.

"I guess I'll make another one." He said with a small smile on his lips as he set down the plates in front of you and Noah. You smiled at him as you grabbed a fork and started eating.

"Oh my god this is so good?" You exclaimed and Noah laughed.

"Yeah Jolly is surprisingly good at cooking." He said as chuckled at your surprised face.

"It's because you are used to junk and bad produce. I like my food without science." Jolly said, making his Swedish accent more prominent and both you and Noah laughed. You finished eating and helped Jolly with the dishes before you got dressed and ready to go home.

"Why can't you stay?" Noah pleaded, sitting in sweatpants on the edge of his bed, pulling you in by grabbing the back of your thighs.

"Because, Noah, I have to get home and sort out my apartment before I go back to work tomorrow." You said, pushing his hair back and away from his face, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed you back, keeping you close to him for a bit longer.

"I'll just miss you." He said, gliding his hands up to your ass.

"I'll miss you too silly, but I got housework and you got...music..work or whatever, I bet Jolly is hating me right now cause you're just here fondling me instead of working." You said with a smile, making sure he knew you really didn't mind that he was touching you.

"I like fondling you though, if he knew what kind of ass was hiding under these clothes he would understand." Noah said playfully and you grinned, kissing him again.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go. We'll text and we'll see each other as soon as possible okay?" You said, kissing his pouting lips. He whined, but let you go, following you to the front door. As you turned to him to kiss him goodbye, he wrapped his arm around you and grabbed you ass again, making you smile into the kiss. You grabbed his back and broke the kiss, smiling at him before you turned and walked out the driveway, turning to see him leaning against the doorframe and looking at you. You blushed, pushing your hair behind your ear and enjoying the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

You got into the Uber you had ordered and smiled the whole way home.

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Noah's POV

"I love her Jolly." I said suddenly. I didn't even mean to say it I just couldn't hold it in any longer. She was just so great and I felt so safe in her company, I never wanted her to leave.

"I know dude." Jolly said and I looked at him.

"What, like you haven't loved her for years? You never like her boyfriends-"

"They're abusive!" I interjected and Jolly ignored me.

"You always talk about her-"

"Well she is my best friend!"

"There's at least 2 songs on every album we've made that you've written about her-"

"That's- okay that's pretty accurate."

"You love her. Just tell her, cause clearly she loves you too." Jolly finished as he started the game of Mario Kart we had going on the TV. I tried playing, but Y/N was on my mind too much and I couldn't concentrate, so for the first time in years, Jolly won.

"This girl got you messed up bro, you never lose to me." Jolly said almost laughing. I hid my face in my hands as he clapped my back.

"I can't wait until next time she's off work, I have to go to her." I said as I got up. Jolly looked at me in shock.

"Well we still need to work on the album, and the guys will be here soon, you can't fuck off to happy-new-relationship-land now! Tell her to come to Nick's party on Friday, then you'll have a whole weekend to make her yours, okay?" Jolly said and I slumped back into the couch. He was right, I wouldn't be able to leave once I got there, so I would have to settle with texting a facetiming.

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You were at work when Noah called you the next day, but luckily it was in your lunch break so you picked it up.

"Hey Noah!" You said cheerfully.

"Hey angel, whatcha up to?" He asked, his smile apparent in his voice.

"Not much, I have my lunch break right now but I'm heading back soon. Did you need something?" You asked, packing up the trash from your lunch.

"Yeah I wanted to know if you wanted to come to this party we're having for the Nicks?" He asked and you smiled.

"Sure, when is it?" You asked and you could hear a sigh of relief coming from Noah.

"It's this Friday, it's like a grill party type situation." Noah said, his voice getting deeper, like he was running out of air.

"Oh are you gonna be like a dad grilling all of our food?" You teased and he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, I got a whole toolset of grilling stuff! No I'm just kidding, it's Jolly that's gonna do the grilling. Apparently they're big on that in Sweden, I don't know." He said laughing, making you laugh too.

"Aww, that's too bad-" You looked around to see if anyone else could hear "-Daddy." You said quietly and you could hear Noah let out a shaky breath.

"Don't do this to me baby, I'm heading into the studio and I really don't need a boner for that." Noah said and you laughed.

"Alright, go scream your heart out baby, I'll see you Friday." You said and he chuckled.

"See you Friday babe. L-uh see you!" Noah said hurriedly and hung up. You looked down at your phone, the screen black. Was he really about to say that word? You felt butterflies in your stomach, but brushed it off. It was way too soon for that now.

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Friday came and you were getting dressed up for the party. Noah had said to dress cute but casual so you did just that, with a long denim skirt and a black cropped top. You had bought a case of beer to bring too, hoping to be seen as the cool girlfriend.

Girlfriend. Pff. He hadn't even asked you on a second date, how could you think you were his girlfriend? Did you even want that? It's not like the last relationship you had went very well, what if this is the same?

You shook your head to rid yourself of the horrible thoughts and grabbed the case of beer before looking one last time in the mirror before leaving for Noah's place.

You arrived early to help set up and when you rung the bell, Folio answered the door.

"Hey girl! Long time no see!" He said as he pulled you in for a hug, not before taking the case of beer from you.

"Hi! I came early to help set up, hope that's okay?" You said and he looked at you like you just asked the stupidest question in the world.

"Of course it's okay! We need to catch up!" He said as you walked behind him inside the house. You and Folio had always gotten along, he was always full of energy, super nice to you and always seemed interested in your life.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Noah filling bowls with chips and you sneaked up behind him and hugged him. He jumped slightly and turned around to see who you were and smiled when he realised.

"Hi sweets!" He said, turning around and lifting you in a giant hug, you laughed as you looked at him and he smiled fondly at you. He put you down and kissed your lips, making you blush.

"Guess we missed a lot." Said Nicholas and the others laughed while you hid in Noah's chest.

"You didn't tell them?" You asked, looking up at him and he shrugged.

“Didn’t know if you wanted me to yet.” He replied and your heart soared at that. He was considering your feelings on who knows? And the way he said it made it feel like you had an autonomy no one had ever let you have before. You were sure he didn’t know the weight of what that simple decision meant for you.

“Well now they know.” You said calmly, hugging him again.

“Well we’re still here so…alcohol?” Folio said, a big smile on his face and you all agreed.

While drinking you looked around the room to see how far along the party coming and then checked your watch to see how much time you had.

“We’ll have you prepared the sides or anything? And when are you planning on hearing the grill?” You asked Noah and he shrugged.

“I have all kinds of plans with the grill don’t you worry.” Jolly said and you all laughed.

Before long, the rest of the guests were arriving and you introduced yourself to people you didn’t know, as well as people you did.

“Hi I’m Y/N I’m a friend of Noah and the guys’, whats your name?” You would say and every time Noah would be standing closer and closer to you. You didn’t think much of it, but when all the guests had arrived you sat on the sofa and Noah was sat right besides you as close as he could come. He was still socializing and talking to people but not leaving your side for a second and you found it kind of strange.

You got up to talk to the two Nicks for a while and it was nice to catch up with your old friends but soon Noah was at your side again and you couldn’t understand why. You looked at him and he was just talking to Folio like he wasn't basically stalking you.

You decided to go to the bathroom but before you could close the door Noah pushed himself into the room with you.

"Hi?" You said and he was smiling.

"Hi! I missed you!" He said and hugged you. You hugged him back, even if you were genuinely confused.

"How could you though? You've been glued to my side since the party started." You said and he disconnected from you.

"Oh...I'm sorry I didn't realise it was a problem." He said, looking genuinely guilty. He didn't meet your eyes and you felt bad that you had hurt his feelings. He visibly took distance to you and your heart broke a little from it.

"It's not a problem, I just...I haven't really experienced this before so it just seems a bit strange I guess." You said, laughing a little to break the tension. He looked at you as you moved closer.

"I didn't like you calling me your friend." Noah said suddenly and you stopped in your tracks. What? He didn't wanna be your friend? You heart broke even more.

"What?" Was all you managed to say, your voice shaking a little bit. Noah noticed immediately, his head shooting up with a worried expression clear on his face.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that! No no sweet thing!" Noah said, walking over to pull you into his body.

"I just meant like I would rather you introduce yourself as my girlfriend, if you want to." He said, and you raised your head from his chest.

"What?" You asked, more in disbelief than anything else. He was searching your eyes for any answer, anything that indicated whether or not he had just fucked up his chances or calmed you down. You were searching his for any ounce of untruthfulness, but you found none. You were waiting for the menacing laughter but it never came. He meant what he said and you could feel it.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked again and the words sinked in. He did really want that! The things you had worried about ever since your date suddenly dissipated, the man in front of you was asking you to be his girlfriend, this was not a joke, this was real and he was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Noah, I'll be your girlfriend." You said, a look of disbelief across your face.

"Yeah? You will?" He asked, needing the confirmation.

"Yes." You said, your smile widening at the thought of being his and him being yours. You both smiled at each other, the pressure that had been in your chest suddenly lifting and a new feeling, a much lighter one replaced it, happiness filling your whole body and he lifted you to kiss you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He spun around and sat you on the counter by the sink, running his hands through your hair.

You kissed for what felt like an eternity and when you finally broke apart for air you looked at each other with the biggest smile, out of breath, faces red and your lipstick all over Noah's mouth, small giggles making you feel like a teenager. You were happy, yes it was soon after your last relationship, but both you an Noah had loved each other for years and finally you felt at peace knowing he was yours and he would treat you with the utmost respect, just as he has all the time you've known him.

He kissed down your neck and you hugged him close, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He bit down and you let out a gasp, making him grind his hips into yours as he grabbed your hips.

"We can't Noah, not here! People will hear." You said as he kissed down your chest, fiddling with your belt buckle.

"C'mon the music's loud, they won't hear anything." He said, finally opening your belt and then the button of you denim skirt. He kissed you behind your ear, biting your earlobe. You moaned and your hips rocked forward on their own accord.

"I want you baby. You're mine now, I wanna make you know it too." He spoke softly into your ear making chills go down your spine. You pushed him away, shock and concern gracing his face when you pulled down your skirt and pushed him to the toilet, sitting on top of him. He smiled devilishly and held onto you by your ass, kissing you deeply.

"Then get to it baby, show me who owns this pussy." You said in his ear and he audibly growled as he ripped your underwear away from your pussy and started rubbing your clit with his whole hand making you groan and throw your head back. He kissed between your breasts and two of his fingers entered you and you gasped, looking back at him.

"Noah.." You sighed as he pulled your shirt down with his teeth. He encased your nipple with his lips making pleasure shoot down to your core making your hips rut against his fingers.

"Tell me what you want baby. You wanna cum huh? You wanna cum on my fingers?" Noah asked and you nodded, not able to say anything. You were so close and his fingers were fucking you mercilessly, his thumb pressing on your clit and you felt like you were flying. The hand that wasn't occupied was gripping your ass hard, sure to leave bruises and you bit your lip to stop sound from coming from your mouth.

"Oh god Noah I'm so close." You all but whispered, the pressure in your abdomen intensifying and suddenly Noah curled his fingers and reached your sweet spot, making a loud moan escape your lips.

"Shh baby, don't want the others to hear now do we?" Noah mewled and you nodded looking in his eyes as the waves of pleasure crashed through you. He was coaching you through your orgasm, not that you could hear him. His fingers weren't letting up, relentlessly overstimulating your spot to the point where you didn't even know if you were still alive.

"That's it baby girl, you look so good coming on my fingers, such a good girl." Noah murmured as his movements slowed, letting you come back to reality. You were leaning against his chest, completely spent and breathing heavily. His fingers slid out of you and you winced from the feeling.

"You with me honey?" He asked gently, his hand gliding along the skin of your thigh. You looked at him and smiled weakly, nodding your head slowly. He smiled back and kissed you. You lifted your hand to reach for his pants button and flicked it open, reaching your hand into his pants and pulled his cock out, giving it a few pumps.

"God you're gonna be the death of me." He said and you smiled. He reached out to a drawer to get a condom. You stopped his hand and he looked at you questioningly.

"I'm on the pill and I trust you." You said simply and he kissed you deeply.

"Gonna fuck the shit out of this pussy. Gonna feel all of you." He said as he hugged you closer and positioned his dick so you were hovering over it and you sunk down, your jaw going slack as you looked in each others eyes, the stretch of him entering feelings incredible. He sat you down completely on his cock and let you adjust, but before long your hips started moving on their own and small whines kept coming from your throat.

"What do you need baby hm? Tell me and I'll give you anything you could want." He said softly and you felt your heart warm.

"I want, uh fuck, I want to, fuck please." You said, unable to form a coherent sentence. You were desperate for him to move but he wouldn't, not until he got your confirmation.

"I need to know what you want baby, okay? You want me to move hm?" He asked and you nodded desperately. He still didn't move, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Oh fuck Noah please just fuck me!" You almost yelled, frustrated that he wouldn't just do it. He knew what you wanted, you could tell on his face.

"Oh is that what you want? Don't worry darling I've got you." He said softly and he hugged you closer, getting a good grip on your ass before he pounded into you, making you moan loudly. You slapped a hand across your mouth, muffling the sounds coming out of your mouth as he fucked you relentlessly. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, the thrusts of his hips were getting sloppy and sweat was running from his forehead.

"Noah, fuck, oh." You tried to ask him something but the way the head of his dick was abusing your spot made it nearly impossible. He slowed his thrusts and looked at you in concern.

"Something wrong?" He asked, out of breath. You shook your head hurriedly.

"No no, just, fuck, will you fuck me against the sink? Wanna watch." You said and his hips stilled, his lips curling up into a smile and he nodded, kissing you once before letting you off his lap and guiding you to the sink. he turned you around and bent you over the counter, one hand in your hair and one of you hip as he entered you again, slowly to not hurt you.

"Look at you baby, so good for me. Gonna fuck you so good, go watch yourself get fucked baby." He said almost a growl and you grinned as his hips started moving again, his fingers gripping your hair tighter, pulling your head up. You grabbed onto the edge of the counter, bracing yourself.

"Harder Noah, please." You said and he immediately complied. His face was scrunched up in concentration, holding back his orgasm as much as he could. He was determined to have you come first, or at least at the same time. Your moans got louder the closer you were so he pulled your body up by your hair and the hand that was on your hip shoved two finger in your mouth which you gratefully accepted.

"Shh baby, gotta be quiet.." He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you and the heat in your belly returned quick, making your tongue swirl around his fingered, sucking them with all your might. The sounds you were making increased in volume and you could barely contain yourself anymore. Noah removed his fingers and let his hand wrap around your throat instead, tightening his grip around it.

"I'm gonna come soon baby, where do you want it?" He asked and you let out a breathy "inside, please." before he smiled and fucked you with even more vigour.

"Come on my cock baby, that's it. Show me you're mine. I'm gonna come too, c'mon baby." Noah growled in your ear and you let go, feeling the waves of pleasure crash over you again but this time more intense. His thrusts became sloppy as he came too with a groan and as you came down together, his grip on your throat and hair softened. He pulled out of you and hugged you close, kissing your neck and the back of your head.

You stood hugging for a while, enjoying the afterglow of you orgasm when suddenly you heard a knock on the door.

"Are you done fucking in there? Some of us have to pee." Nick yelled and you laughed heartily, smiling at each other as you got dressed. You decided you were happy that you wore a long skirt when you saw your underwear ripped to shreds on the floor. Noah saw and went over to pick them up, putting them in his back pocket.

"Noah!" You squealed and he grinned back at you. He kissed you one last time, happy to finally call you his and proud to tell everyone that you were his girlfriend.

[steph930]

this filter is a bit cute 🎀🫶🏻

[g1rlmusicfm]

⁎ ⋆ ✺ ⁂ 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ⁂ ✺ ⋆ ⁎

IT’S THE LAST PLAYLIST OF THE YEAR! For the month of December, this playlist features songs that I have had on repeat, from popular and lesser-known artists! A few of the musicians on the playlists are Pom Pom Squad, BRONZE AVERY, Amber Mark, SISTRA, Sarina and more!

Check it out here: 𝘔𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Art: Danille Simone

[tarotbee]

Any ways of worship for Set/Seth or Wepwawet?

Offerings and Worshipping Wepwawet

(The Egyptian jackal God of Funerary rites, hunting, warfare, protector of the kind in war, the winter solstice personified and the guide of the dead, often called "Opener of the Ways")

Cool water

Jackal, bull, dog and wolf imagery

Weaponry such as: daggers, bows, arrows, maces, shields, adze/axes

Was Scepter

Sistrum/Sistra

Shedshed of Wepwawet

Games of chance and their game pieces i.e Dice

Alcohol offerings: rum, whiskey, wine, beer, etc

Celebrate the winter solstice

Keys and locks

Myrrh, Tamarisk, Cinnamon

Chai

Meats such as duck, beef, lamb, goat

Offerings in cemeteries and at cross roads

Incense offerings

Dark chocolate

Cheese

Dates and Figs

Gems such as obsidian, tourmalines, hematite, onyx, howlite and other black or dark stones

White, Black and purple coloured candles and shrine clothes

Hopefully this helps a little!

[blackrainbowblade]

I found this pylon particularly interesting because (in the middle band), Khons is shown with a goddess standing behind him, in the position usually reserved for a gods consort. Her headdress is unusual: a shrine, with a rearing cobra deity, surrounded by clumps of vegetation and flowers. However, I'm almost certain it's Hathor since she is shown, in Hatshepsut's mortuary temple, with the same headdress, and it is also her headdress on several examples of sistra handles. This identification is reinforced by the band above, which shows the king making offerings to Hathor, with her regular headdress, and her son, Ihy, wearing the hemhem crown.

I found this interesting since I hadn't really come across an official consort for Khons. Although all the gods are pretty fluid, I tend to associate Hathor with Horus (she's shown as both his consort and, at times, his mum, because…yeah…Egyptian gods 🤷‍♀️). Of course, Khons himself sometimes appears in a similar role to Horus - he's the moon to Horus' sun, and he is sometimes associated with the king (Horus's) placenta. In such a way, he is like a nocturnal, more chthonic, twin to Horus' solar form. That he is shown with Hathor as a consort shouldn't really surprise me. I just couldn't recall seeing them depicted in this way anywhere else.

[demonicallyslaying]

privyet sistra

[tamarawyndham-blog]

"Adoration to Hathor the Great"

written and read by Tamara Wyndham, accompanied by Ariel Kleinberg on sistra, in Ariel's studio on Governor's Island.

Mask and paintings by Ariel Kleinberg.

September, 2022

The poem was written referring to ancient aretologies of the Egyptian goddess Hathor. Hathor could appear as a woman with the head of a cow, as a woman wearing cow horns and a sun disk, or as a cow. She was a mother goddess, a goddess of love, beauty, and dancing, and also greeted the deceased when they arrived in the Underworld.

Video here:

#Hathor #EgyptianGoddess #Goddess #GoddessHymn #EgyptianPaganism #kemeticspirituality

[amelaaapamela]

Moja gówniana sistra ciągle mi wypomina ze jest

Chudsza jakby kurwa niech wypierdala ona ma szybki metabolizm i może jeść wszystko a ja jak coś powołcham i już +3kg ja już chcę zdechnąć

[ivpapaemeritusiv]

Chapter 14: And We Are Tied as One Eternally

Summary: Addeline gets a stunning surprise in the chapter, a once in a lifetime experience that she never dreamed of having. Although Papa and Sister are not too thrilled about the experiment, Swiss, the ghoul, has the utmost confidence in the woman's ability to shine.

Word Count: 3,300 words

The time had come for the band’s European tour. Addeline and Papa flew with Sister and their now almost one year old daughter. Elizabeth was growing into quite the striking child. Thin black hair cascaded to her shoulders, and her two front teeth peeked through when she smiled. Her eyes, mirroring her father's, lit up at the sight of familiar faces. She could utter a few simple words like "Papa," "Mama," "Ghost," "yes," and "no," struggling with "Sistra" instead of "Sister,” which tickled Imperator’s soul. Despite not yet walking, she could crawl faster than a grown person could stride.

Despite Elizabeth being just a girl, Sister adored her with all her heart. The clergy may have had their own opinions, but Sister saw the beauty and potential in her. Addeline knew deep down that Sister’s love for Elizabeth stemmed from the fact that she was her first grandchild, a secret that Papa was still unaware of. It was a special bond that would continue to grow.

Addy, now 7 months pregnant, was still quite small and quick on her feet. She managed to conceal her pregnancy with oversized shirts, choosing to divert attention away from herself. This time around, she felt much better than she had with Elizabeth with very little illness. Much to Papa’s delight, Addy had a newfound energy and did not place a burden on the band’s plans.

As the small family touched down in France, they reunited with the rest of the band at a hotel, where the tour buses awaited them, marking the beginning of their next musical journey together.

Addeline smiled to herself as Sister cradled young Elizabeth who had become quite fussy from the flight.

“I can take her Sister,” the mother offered, quickly having her hands slapped away.

“She’s fine,” Imperator snapped, “Perhaps if you all would keep your voices down the child could go to sleep.”

As Elizabeth's mouth found her thumb, she sucked on it to soothe herself, while her other hand gently played with Sister's hair, her eyes slowly closing in peaceful contentment. Imperator doted on the young child more so than the Cardinal himself even did.

“I’m taking this little one upstairs for a nap,” the new grandmother announced.

“Don’t you want to check out the buses?” Papa asked.

“I know what buses look like, Cardi,” she said, already walking toward the hotel’s entrance, “And right now I’d love to know what sleep looks like.”

“Suit yourself,” he responded.

He turned to face his wife as he signaled to one of the buses, “Shall we, my sweet?”

As Addy walked onto the bus that would be home for the next three months, she embraced the cozy quarters. She was stuck in the ministry for what felt like ages, and a change of scenery heightened her spirits.

As she settled into her seat, she couldn’t help but quietly mumble the lyrics to “Mary on a Cross.” Swiss, with his keen ear, caught wind of her singing and became intrigued. “Hey, can you sing that a bit louder?” he asked, recognizing potential in her voice. Addeline felt a bit shy since she had never sung publicly before, “Why?” she asked.

“I just want to see something. Can you sing a harmony like this?” the ghoul sang his backing vocal from a song and asked her to mimic it exactly, “You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross. Your beauty never ever scared me, Mary on a, Mary on a cross.”

Addeline felt a bit nervous singing for a professional musician. Although she had experience, she still considered herself an amateur. Nevertheless, she attempted to match Swiss’s melody with her own unique voice. It was the start of a musical collaboration between the two of them.

Swiss grinned and called out, “Hey Papa Emeritus, you’ve found yourself a singer!”

Addy blushed and modestly replied, “Before I joined you guys, before I married Papa, I was a singer.”

"You never told us that."

"It was nothing special, really... just weddings and bars. It paid the bills."

Swiss disagreed, “You never give yourself credit for anything do you? You sound great!” A thought ran through the man’s head, “You know, I think you’re good enough to join us on stage. Just put on the costume and rock with us. You could be the pregnant ghoulette.”

Addy was taken aback by the suggestion, saying, “Wait, me? Be on stage with you guys?”

The idea seemed like a dream come true. Just last year, she was in the audience watching her favorite band, and now she had the chance to sing alongside them. It was an opportunity she never thought possible.

Eventually, Papa Emeritus emerged from the back of the bus, curious about all the commotion, “What is all the fuss about?

“Hey, your wife can sing,” Swiss repeated.

Papa turned to the woman, “Ah, can you now?” he asked, “You never told me.”

“It's something I did in the past, Papa. I'm nowhere near as good as you guys.”

“Well, Amore, sing a bit for me and let me decide.”

Swiss chimed in, reminding her to sing the lyrics just as she had done before. Addy took a deep breath and let out a beautiful sound.

A smile crept across his face, and he chuckled, “Well, how about that?” he remarked.

“I told her she should sing with us in the next show,” Swiss threw the idea into the atmosphere, hoping Papa would catch it. He understood how important it was for Addeline to have purpose in her life and he thought this would be the perfect opportunity for her – to feel like she was contributing.

“Oh please, Papa!” she begged him. "I've always wanted to sing on a big stage!"

The man was very hesitant considering she had no experience in front of a crowd and her advanced pregnancy added to his concern.

“I don’t know, Amore. I don’t want you to overexert yourself. You must think of the baby.”

“But, Papa, I feel great! And I’m not that big yet – I can still see my toes,” she joked, “Oh please! Please!”

Even though he had his reservations, he did not want to shatter his wife's excitement. He figured it would be okay for her to be on stage for a short period of time although he was a bit cross with Swiss for putting him on the spot.

“Alright, my dear.”

“Really?” Addy yelled, jumping into the man’s arms.

He took her by the shoulders and held her firmly in front of himself, “One song,” he stated, “I don’t want to push you.”

“Just one? That’s it? It’s just singing on a stage, Papa. I've done it before,” she reminded him, “How hard can that be?”

This remark earned a laugh from the ghoul and a lecture from Emeritus, “Oh, my dear, it is much more than just that," he explained, giving Addy a stern look. "It is standing for long periods of time, dancing under bright lights on a hot stage, pushing ourselves further even when we are exhausted and don't want to carry on. It's strenuous and hard work, not for the weary. It's not like anything you've ever done, trust me. You will start off slow, my darling."

Addy let out a scoff at his speech, prompting him to point a firm finger at her, signaling for her to straighten up and act like an adult. She did so quickly.

“I’ll need to run it by Sister as well. The band is her project, after all.”

“Oh she’ll say no, Papa!”

“Let me handle her, alright, Amore?”

He turned to Swiss giving the man a look of angst. The ghoul shrugged at him as if to say, “What?”

“Choose one song and prepare her to the best of your ability.”

“Absolutely!” Swiss accepted, “I love a challenge.”

Papa then turned to Addy and said, “Addeline, my dear, you’re a ghoulette now.”

Addeline couldn’t believe her luck. She went from being an ordinary fan to the wife of Papa Emeritus, to the mother of his child and now a ghoulette in the band. Her journey had taken an incredible turn, and she was bursting with excitement.

After exploring the buses, the group of musicians decided it was time to check into their hotel. Swiss guided Addy to the room he shared with Cirrus and Sodo and after settling in, they began their practice session, with Swiss using the room's piano to create the music and his voice as a guide.

“Alright, let’s start with ‘Mary on a Cross,’ ‘Call me Little Sunshine,’ and ‘Cirice,’” he instructed.

“That’s not one song,” she said.

“Well, I’d like to see how well you do with those in front of a crowd so we can add more from the setlist if you can handle those.”

“More?” she was confused, “But Papa said—”

“—Eh, don’t worry about what he said. Surely, you can use your body or whatever it is you do to get him to give you what you want, right?” Swiss flashed his teeth. Addy rolled her eyes, “I guess.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, these songs have quite a bit of backing vocals, so I’ll tell you which ones to sing.”

After hours of practice, Swiss finally felt that Addy was ready for the stage. They worked on harmonizing, with Addy singing soprano notes with Cirrus for ‘Mary on a Cross’ and alto with Swiss for the other songs.

“Okay,” he said, “You need a costume.”

He called out to a groggy Cirrus, who had fallen asleep in her room. She appeared before them rubbing her eyes, “What is it?” she asked.

“Do we have an extra costume for Adds?”

“We have one or two,” she replied.

“Preferably, the biggest one you can find,” he chuckled, obviously joking since Addy was still the smallest person there even at 28 weeks pregnant, “Something that might fit a whale.”

Addy playfully pushed him and exclaimed, “I’m not that big!”

Cirrus chimed in, informing them that the costumes were on the bus still, “I think wardrobe will grab them and take them backstage for us. We can find her one then.”

Addeline’s nerves set in after hearing this. It was becoming a bit too real, “What if I screw up?” she asked.

“Don’t worry,” Swiss reassured her, “If you happen to screw up, you’ll fit right in. We screw up all the time, and the crowd actually loves it,” he chuckled.

Addeline stood, thanked the man with a friendly smile and told the ghouls she'd be retreating to her room. Their flight had been a long one and the practicing had worn Addy out, "I going to nap guys. I'll see you all for breakfast."

"Breakfast?" they laughed, "Are you skipping dinner?"

She chuckled back, "This is how I am these days. I get a big rush of energy for a few hours and then I crash."

Cirrus rubbed Addy's belly and the woman bid them goodbye once more, leaving to explore the confines of her room with Papa Emeritus.

When she was out of earshot, Swiss leaned in closer to Cirrus and whispered, “Guess what? She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s getting a solo.”

Cirrus playfully nudged Swiss and laughed, “Oh, you better hope she doesn’t get stage fright.” she warned him. “So, spill the beans, which part is the solo? I need to know when to zip it.”

Swiss grinned and explained, “The ending of Mary on a Cross.”

“Ah, that’s a pretty big part. You think she can do that by herself?”

“We’ll see,” the toothy ghoul didn’t mind taking the risk, “I gave her the high notes for that one. She might not be as sharp as you and Cumulus, but she can definitely get her voice up there if she’s pushed.”

Cirrus couldn’t contain her excitement as she rubbed her hands together, exclaiming, “I can’t wait to hear it!” The energy and anticipation among the ghouls were profound, and it was clear that Addy’s solo was going to be a showstopper.

*

The following night jump kicked the start of the year's first concert on the tour. All were bustling backstage, with Addeline among them. Sister Imperator, stationed in front of a computer monitor, oversaw the preparations as the original ghouls and Papa readied themselves for the stage. It wasn't Addeline's cue to perform yet, she settled beside Sister, awaiting further instructions.

Papa dashed out onto the stage after Imperium ended, belting out Kaisarion. There was a break during the song, where the ghouls stood out in their solos and Papa used the opportunity to run backstage to check on his wife, daughter, and mother. He saw Sister sitting in front of the monitor, reading a magazine, and Addeline intent on the TV which displayed everything that was happening on stage. He ran to his wife who was gleaming to see him. She held her hand out to him as he approached.

“My sweet,” he said, taking hold of her delicate fingers, “How pretty you look. Are you nervous?”

"Just a little," she chuckled, giving the man a quick kiss before Sister caught sight of the two.

"What are you doing, Cardi?" Imperator yelled, "Get back on stage!"

Just then, young Elizabeth rose to her feet and started taking her first steps.

"My goodness!" Addy exclaimed, "Look!"

Sister gasped, "The child is walking! Elizabeth is walking!"

The two women were overflowing with joy. The toddler unsteadily approached Papa, who watched in amazement. With her arms outstretched, she gained confidence and headed towards her father. "That's it, my Eliza," he encouraged, "Come to Papa." The child giggled as she reached him, crashing into his embrace. He lifted her up, holding her in front of his face.

She continued to laugh, cupping his cheeks with her tiny hands, "Ghost," she uttered.

Sister sprang up, taking the girl from Copia, "Go, C, now!"

He was now emotional after witnessing his daughter's significant milestone, finding himself back on stage, choked up, trying to sing through small tears. He powered through the next two songs and reached the part of the concert where introductions began.

During his Papa speech, he apologized to fans for his shaky vocals, "Good evening, everyone. I am so glad you are all here tonight because I need to share something very important with you all."

The crowd cheered at his every word as he continued, "You see, I became a father just recently," this earned him more elated screams from the electric crowd, "My young daughter just learned how to walk backstage, and I am quite overcome with joy."

A gentle, "Awww," broke out from the sea of people, "Oh, did you know I had a daughter?" he asked, "Well, I do. Someone actually let me fuck them. Can you believe that?"

Laughter erupted with a few females in the audience shouting that they'd be up to the task as well.

Backstage, looking at the monitor, Addy could hear his heartfelt speech. It touched her while Sister scoffed at the man for giving an overabundance of information.

Sister looked over at Addeline, "It’s never good to share too much, you know?”

She let that phrase sink into Addy’s brain before continuing, “People will use it against you. Remember that.”

The woman hung on Sister’s every word.

“I was quite energetic when I was pregnant with Cardi as well."

The color drained from Addy's face. She wasn't sure she heard the woman correctly and quickly tried to form the right words before daring to ask Sister to repeat herself. Imperator laughed, sensing the girl's confusion, "Well, didn't you know? You came into my office not long-ago hell bent on shoving it in my face did you not?"

Addy's mouth stood agape. All she could do was shake her head. Eventually, her shock dissipated, and she was able to form a small smile. She thought perhaps it was a turning point in their relationship.

“I don’t like the idea of you on stage,” Imperator couldn’t resist telling Addeline how she felt about the arrangement, “Although you might feel great, I think you’re pushing yourself too hard. I too was like you – pushed myself. I almost lost C because of it.”

The old woman became quite emotional as she talked about the past, “I know you don’t like me, dear and I’m not quite fond of you either but I think we both want the same thing do we not? A healthy boy.”

Before she could answer, Papa's presence loomed before them like a shadow, his aura commanding attention. With a gentle yet firm tone, he signaled to Addy that it was her moment on stage. He wanted the woman to come out discreetly so that not much attention would be drawn to her at first. He flashed a mischievous smile at his wife as she got up to follow him, “You know, you make a very sexy ghoulette,” he said.

Addy blushed and leaned on his arm, her face finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder. Together, they walked towards the stage, ready for Addy's big debut. The air crackled with excitement as they moved forward, a sense of anticipation building with each step towards the spotlight.

Addeline stepped on stage next to Cirrus and her keyboard where a mic was set up for her. She listened for the cue which usually came after, "This is a song that my Papa used to sing."

This incredible song played a pivotal role in propelling Ghost to the spotlight. Originally Papa Nihil’s creation, it captivated audiences as a heartfelt love song dedicated to Sister Imperator. The beauty of it was that the song resonated not only with die-hard fans but also with those who were new to Ghost’s music. It truly showcased the band’s talent and ability to connect with a wide range of listeners. Papa Nihil took every opportunity to shove this bit of his success down everyone’s throats.

The time had finally come for Addy’s solo, and it was a shining moment. Cirrus prepared to stop singing as Papa took a deep breath in anticipation of his upcoming high notes. However, his attention was quickly captured by an unfamiliar yet melodic voice coming from behind him. It was Addeline, belting out the words just as Swiss had taught her. Papa was pleasantly surprised and decided to keep singing, “Nothing wrong with that...” He made his way over to her with his microphone in hand, getting closer to her face as they took turns singing their own individual parts with one another.

The audience joined in, singing loudly and admiring Papa’s show of love for the new ghoul. As the song reached its end, with the beat of a final drum, Papa kissed Addeline through the mouth-shaped hole in her costume. The crowd went absolutely wild for this heartfelt gesture.

He proudly showcased Addeline, extending his arms as if he were bowing before a queen, and exclaimed, “Give it up for, ghoulette!” Addeline could feel the thunderous applause from the audience, which had always been loud when she was a part of the crowd, but this time it seemed even more deafening.

Swiss was thrilled to see how well Addy performed the song they had practiced together. The ghouls had the freedom of roaming the stage, which added a touch of mischief while entertaining the crowd, so he walked over to Addy and gave her a subtle thumbs up. It was a small gesture that the audience barely noticed, but it meant the world to Addy. The support and encouragement among the ghouls made the performance even more special. She graciously took a deep bow before gracefully exiting the stage.