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farfromstrange · 5 months

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Do No Harm

CHAPTER ONE: Night Shift

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Matt has to accompany Foggy to the ER in the middle of the night because he dislocated his shoulder. In need for some peace and quiet, Matt wanders the halls of Metro General and instead finds you crying in one of the abandoned hallways. A conversation ensues.

Warnings for this chapter: Slight angst, mention of injury.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/n: My brain gets the strangest ideas for fics and then I have to write them or else I will go crazy. This is how this baby was born. Keep in mind, I’m not a doctor. I simply watch a lot of medical dramas and I like to research medical terms for the fun of it. Heed the warnings for the entire series (see Series Masterlist) but also chapter-specific warnings that apply, as seen above. I hope you enjoy!

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Ever since he can remember, Matt has hated hospitals. The antiseptic scent that lingers in the air, the sterile white walls that seem to close in around him—it all brings back memories of days spent in agony, tied to an uncomfortable bed, and seeing nothing but an endless void of black.

He can only tune out so much. The stench, the sirens, and the overlapping voices in an emergency room—they could easily kill him.

Hospitals remind him of what he lost. He lost his vision, he lost his father and in the process, he lost his innocence. Matt lost everything, and even though he is well aware that it isn’t the hospital’s fault that he decided to save a man or that his father made a deal with the devil and got himself killed, he still hates the same empty walls that made him feel so small to begin with.

Matt doesn’t want to be a liability, he doesn’t want to be the reason the people he loves get hurt, and yet it continues to happen time and time again.

Maybe he’s cursed. It’s the only explanation for how things are going for him now. Maybe God has a grudge and finally decided to exercise his right to make his life a living hell. There is an infinite number of possibilities, but none of them make sense.

He’s the anti-hero of his own story and that of everyone else who has ever dared to let him into their lives. He’s his own worst enemy, his personal saboteur. His unwavering pride has a tendency to get in the way of his happiness, which often leads to more bad than good, but admitting that would leave him vulnerable and exposed—and he can’t let himself get hurt again.

It’s better to push the people he loves away before he can hurt them and force them to walk out on him the same way everyone else in his life has walked out on him ever since he can remember. At least in his twisted mind, that’s true.

He never thought he would find himself in Metro General again, not since Claire came into his life. Claire, the caring nurse who saved him when he was on death’s door and continued doing so until she realized that falling for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen comes with its own set of risks.

Foggy dislocated his shoulder.

It’s almost laughable. Out of everyone, he chose Matt to come to the hospital with him. Not Karen, Matt. He had the choice between the most empathetic person either of them have ever met, and Matt, someone so far out of touch with his own feelings, living in denial has become the standard for him. Foggy chose the latter, for whatever reason he doesn’t even seem to know himself. It just felt like the most natural thing to do, he told Matt when he asked his best friend, “Why me?”

He should feel honored that he trusts him that much, but being trapped in the sterile four walls of the hospital he only connects bad memories to while Foggy is stuck in the queue for an X-ray feels more like torture than an honorable act.

The loud, demanding voices of the nurses, the painful groans and soft cries coming from the patients in the waiting area of the emergency room a few doors down, and the obnoxious beeping of the machines lining the walls in every room are like a swarm of bees in Matt’s inner ear. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t get them out. He’s allergic to them.

The room smells of disinfectant, blood, and other bodily fluids. He tries to focus on his cologne and the scentless laundry detergent he has grown so accustomed to over the years, but the balm only lasts for a few seconds before the wound reopens and his senses are flooded.

Matt keeps rhythmically tapping his fingers on his thigh. How much longer he can sit on this uncomfortable plastic chair in front of the radiology area and wait for Foggy to return, he doesn’t know. It won’t be long now until he loses his mind. He is about to drown in his own misery.

He feels the desperate urge to land his fist in the wall next to him. He wants to scream, cry, maybe even both—this night is not going well. He hasn’t had a good night in weeks. Tonight though, he’s stuck in the hospital rather than outside, doing something against the injustice he is forced to listen to every day.

The hits he took the previous night were pretty severe, and his ribs still hurt. The numb ache that tears through him whenever he moves is a temporary relief from the pain induced by the noise around him. Whatever bits of sanity he tries holding onto eventually slip through his fingers.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore. He gets up, his head tilting toward Foggy’s elevated heartbeat. He’s still in line. Fifth, probably.

Matt taps his cane against the floor, making his way down the hallway. He’s not quite sure where he’s going or where he will land, he just knows that he needs to get out of there as fast as possible.

Rounding the hundredth corner of the evening, the sound of clattering metal trays and medical supplies disappears behind layers of drywall and automatic doors. Matt takes a moment, and he realizes that right here—right where he is now—he can finally breathe again.

The sound travels more easily. The air wafting through the vents and over the cotton sheets on a row of empty beds is the only sound that meets his ears. They’re lined against one side of the wall. The rooms are empty, the doors locked. It seems as if in a moment of desperation, he found his way to one of the abandoned parts of the hospital.

A lack of funding caused Metro General to cut their losses. It certainly wasn’t an easy decision, but with capitalism on the rise, public hospitals are barely holding on.

Even though the truth is depressing, Matt still can’t believe his luck when he realizes how quiet it is. That may be a selfish thought, but he can't help it. The world is always so loud and uncomfortable. Finding someplace quiet after torturing himself in the waiting room for hours feels like heaven on earth on such a busy night.

The fog dulling his senses finally dissipates. He takes a deep breath. The air is cleaner here. No disinfectant, only the faint scent of plastic and dust; he wouldn't have thought it possible that he would ever consider that combination a blessing.

That’s when he hears it—a slightly elevated heartbeat followed by a series of muffled sobs. He got so caught up in the fact that he finally found what he was looking for amidst the chaos that he forgot to fan out his hearing.

Despite what he originally believed, he isn’t alone.

The air smells of the salty essence of human tears. Matt stops dead in his tracks, not sure whether to continue his journey or to turn around and return to the uncomfortable plastic chair in front of the radiology department.

“This nervous breakdown space is occupied,�� your soft voice bounces off the high walls. It’s thick with exhaustion. Pain. Loss. He almost recoils at the all-too-familiar feeling it elicits in him.

Matt keeps his cane hugged tight to his chest, his knuckles whitening with how hard he is gripping the base. “Oh, I...I’m sorry,” he says, careful to keep his voice light. “I didn’t catch you there.”

You’re essentially a stranger to him. A troubled one, at that. You must have your share of problems or you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be crying your eyes out. He doesn’t want to intrude, but he also can’t turn around. Not now, not anymore. You’ve already noticed him.

You sniffle, your hands wiping against the soft skin of your reddened cheeks. For a moment, your heartbeat picks up in speed before returning to its normal rhythm. “It’s alright,” you assure him.

Matt picks up on the faintest hint of disinfectant and the scent of antibacterial soap on you now, maybe a little blood, and definitely antiseptic laundry detergent—you’re wearing medical scrubs.

Your shampoo smells of vanilla and some herbal element he can’t quite identify just yet. Your perfume isn’t expensive, just enough to last through a long shift and filter the sweat that is seeping out of your pores. It’s not unpleasant. You smell like someone who’s been working hard and far past your limits, too.

“Do you need something?” you ask him.

He pauses for a moment, rethinking his answer. His lips purse. He’s not sure how to answer that without completely giving himself away.

Your eyebrows raise slightly.

“Oh, just…some peace and quiet,” Matt says, finally finding his voice again. It sounds a bit more nervous than he would like to admit.

The chuckle you exhale is one of surprise and possibly even a bit of genuine amusement. “Yeah,” you sniffle, “I know that feeling.”

“Well, I’ll, uh, leave you to it. Sorry again.”

“No. Don’t.”

Matt stops in his tracks when the words pass your lips.

You pat the space beside you. Your perfume becomes a little clearer. It’s so natural, so… you. He could get high off of it. Or maybe it’s just the sleep deprivation catching up to him.

“This is the only quiet corner in this hospital,” you tell him. “Trust me. Underfunding has its perks for introverts. Rest in peace to about thirty internal medicine beds, but lucky me.”

Your chuckle echoes bitterly off the walls. You use humor to cope, apparently, but you’ve run out of strength to pretend.

His cane begins to gently pave the way as he makes his way forward. “Do you mind?” Matt nods toward the bed you’re sitting on.

You pat the mattress again with a shake of your head. “Not at all.”

Gentle seems to be the one word that is consistent with everything you do. He can’t get this picture he has painted of you based on the sound of your voice out of his head. Maybe you’re an angel and he has officially gone insane, or maybe there are just a lot more good people left in this world than he originally thought.

Matt folds his cane and skillfully sits down on the edge of the mattress. You smell even better up close. Your heartbeat reminds him of a beautiful symphony, no longer as erratic as when he first picked up on your presence.

“I’m Matthew, by the way,” he says.

He can hear a sudden uptick in your heartbeat. He may have just imagined it. You suck in a sharp breath, and he’s sure he didn’t imagine that, but then you lift your hand to take his.

“Olivia,” you say.

Matt listens closely. You have no reason to lie about your name. Your heartbeat may be faster, but it isn’t a lie. You just seem a lot more nervous and unsure than before. It doesn’t quite make sense why you would be unsure about your own name.

“Nice to meet you, Olivia.” His lips curl into a soft smile.

You smile back, he can hear it, but it lacks an essence of truth. You’re trying hard to seem like you’re okay. It’s not your fault that his senses are sensitive to all changes in the human body, even in that of a stranger he just met.

You’ve been crying, so of course, you wouldn’t be alright. The question is, why?

“I take it you’re not part of the staff,” you say into the silence.

“No.” Matt chuckles. “I, uh, have a friend with a dislocated shoulder,” he says.

“Ah! Let me guess, his doctor in the ER reduced the dislocation but insisted on doing an X-ray just in case, so now you have to wait because radiology has a hold-up longer than the Nile?”

A laugh rumbles through his chest. “Yeah, that… that’s pretty accurate.”

“It’s always like this,” you say. “A dislocated shoulder doesn’t have priority. We have bigger fish to fry.”

“You work here?” he dares to ask.

You pull at the bottom of your scrub top. “Guilty as charged. Trauma surgery. I’ve been an attending here for a little over two years now.”

“Oh, wow! That’s…that’s incredible.”

Matt has encountered his fair share of doctors in the past, but no one has ever been quite like you. You’re unique. Mysterious. An enigma. You have piqued his curiosity, to say the least, and your profession only adds to the pile of interesting things he can ponder about.

You smile at him again, but it’s still not a genuine one. “Thanks,” you drag the last syllable out, the air deflating your lungs.

He swallows. “Or it isn’t. I didn’t mean to–”

“No, that’s not… some days just aren’t that rewarding,” you say. “That’s all.”

“And today has been one of those days?” Matt asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Your eyes roam over him once again.

He reaches for his hair, running his hand through it. He ruffles the brown strands until they’re covering his left temple. Matt’s not sure if you saw; there is a high chance that you did, but he can't anticipate your behavior. Not yet.

You let out a longer breath. “Not a fan of hospitals, I take it?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “It gets… loud,” he says.

“Sensitivity to sound.” You nod. “Noted.”

He hears the fabric of your scrubs brushing against your skin and the cotton sheets on the bed. You cross your legs, opening yourself up to him just slightly, and he wonders if you really are comfortable around him or if you’re just being kind.

“Probably to smell as well? Feeling? Taste?” There is a soft smile laced in your voice. This time, it’s real.

Matt chuckles. You hit the nail right on the head. You’re simply not aware of how sensitive he is to these things. “Pretty sensitive, yeah,” he says.

That about sums it up. You nod, but you don’t push him any further.

“Well,” you say, “The ER is pretty disgusting. And loud. And to be forced to wait in front of radiology is probably a scenario they offer as a torture device in one of the seven circles of hell.”

He can’t help himself, “It’s nine, actually.”

“Sorry?”

“Nine circles,” Matt clarifies, his lips twitching in a faint grin. “Dante’s Inferno. A good Catholic boy’s guilty pleasure.”

You let out a genuine laugh this time, and it warms his senses. It’s a rare sound in a place filled with so much pain. He can almost hear the weight from your shoulders hit the floor. The tension in the air seems to ease, if only for a moment. You allow to let yourself go.

Your grin turns into a smirk. “Catholic, huh?” you retort.

“Since the day I was born,” he says. “Are you religious?”

That seems to steal your breath away. You have no words. For a full minute, silence settles in between the two of you. It’s almost uncomfortable, and Matt fears he must have crossed a line. He just doesn’t know how to apologize for something he is truly curious about.

The topic of God and religion seems to hit a nerve when it’s not used in a humorous context. There are many reasons why that could be. He spends every day battling his own religious trauma and the demons that he feels he’s harboring deep inside, but he still holds on tight to his faith. If he doesn’t have an excuse—if he doesn’t have anything to hold onto other than what broken self-respect he has left—where would he be?

You finally clear your throat after what feels like an eternity. “No,” it’s a simple answer. “I don’t believe that there is a God.”

Your mouth stays open. You want to say something else, but your lips close within seconds after the thought has passed by you, and you swallow it. He wonders what he could have learned about you if you had allowed yourself to say what you were truly thinking when the words first left your mouth. You’re holding back, and it is audible. It might even be visible. Your cheeks are running hot.

Matt nods. He doesn’t question you. Your beliefs are yours. Most of the time, he doesn’t even believe that there is a God himself.

“It’s hard to keep the faith in this world, especially when you work so hard every day trying to save people’s lives. When you are forced to see what the system does to those who can’t defend themselves over and over again, but you can’t do anything about it. Or when you see what people do to each other. I mean, the cruelty of human beings is unmatched, and it makes you wonder if God is just a sadist, or if maybe he isn’t even real because a gracious God wouldn’t let innocent children die,” you cut yourself off in an instant, and he tilts his head toward you in surprise.

Your breath shudders. “I… I’ve seen too much bad to believe that there is an all-merciful God,” you say. “So I simply don’t.”

You try to meet his eyes, but all you see is your reflection in the red of his rounded glasses. Your heart breaks a little, he can hear it. Your shoulders slump. You’re defeated.

He isn’t sure how to react to that. How to help. How to be a decent human being. Matt just doesn’t have the answers you need, and it makes him question his own faith for a minute. Not that he has ever not questioned it; his relationship with God is as complicated as it gets.

You catch yourself after a moment of staring into the void of his glasses. “But… that’s my opinion. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m not offended,” Matt says.

You were smiling, and now you’re not anymore. He doesn’t like that. He liked it more when you were more open with him. Your legs have moved back to your chest, your arms clinging to them. You’ve retreated.

“Sorry,” you whisper. The edge in your voice breaks his heart.

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I get it. Injustice…it’s a parasite. I’ve encountered my fair share of good people who deserved better than what they got. You try and you fail over and over again because the world isn't fair. I’d be the last person to judge you for not sharing my beliefs.” He breaks off in a chuckle. “I'm not that kind of guy.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. “What is that you do again?” You didn’t ask that question before.

“I’m a lawyer,” he states. “Defense attorney.”

“Wow,” you let out a soft puff of air, “And you chose to go to Metro General instead of jumping on the big money train to the Upper East Side?”

Although your tone is joking, Matt can tell that there is an ounce of truth in your words.

He hides his laugh behind a cough. He’s not sure if he’s surprised or if he actually finds that assumption hilarious. Maybe a bit of both.

“Oh, no.” He shakes his head. “I have never even been in the same station as the big money train.”

“Oh?”

“No. We, my partner and I, do pro-bono work. We don't get paid for our services. Well, other than baked goods and overdue bills in the mail, of course.”

You chuckle. “That’s a relief. Not so much for your bank account, but ethically.”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry for assuming. That was prejudiced of me,” you say. “I’m not trying to judge you. I’m sorry. Rich or not, it’s none of my business.”

Matt shrugs. “It's okay. Lawyers and doctors are the two professions so many think make millions of Dollars a year, and while that may be the case for a few, a lot of us just… don’t,” he says.

“Amen! If I had a drink, I’d toast to that.”

“Yeah, well, an intoxicated doctor would not fare well in the legal sense.”

“You think that would end my career?”

“I can’t even give you good legal advice other than, don’t.”

Your giggle turns into a laugh. “Thank you for the advice, counselor.”

He joins in. “Anytime.”

For a moment, only the two of you exist. Matt adjusts his position, but he doesn’t take his bruised ribs into account. His wince is barely audible, yet you notice it in an instant. And when his hair slips, you can see the gash on his forehead. The one he tried to stitch up himself but probably did an awful job at concealing.

Your eyes narrow in concern. “What happened to you?” your voice barely breeches the sound barrier.

“Oh, nothing,” he tries to shrug it off. “Just an accident.”

“An accident?”

“I am blind, you know. I tripped, hit my head. It happens.”

“Hm.” Much to his surprise, you don’t press him further. Instead, you gently reach out to brush the sweaty strand of hair from his face that he used to cover up the aftermath of his latest endeavor.

Now that he thinks about it, his ribs really do hurt. He’s sure nothing is broken, but they are severely bruised. Even he can feel the blood pooling under the skin.

You bite your lip, not wanting to pry. The urge is obvious to him, but only to him. You’re good at your job. You focus on the task at hand. That is probably why you became a doctor in the first place; to help people, not to pry.

But Matt Murdock doesn’t need help.

“It’s fine,” he assures you.

You nod. “I believe you.”

You don’t. You’re lying. He appreciates the effort though. You try your best at making him feel comfortable and welcome. Asking questions would only drive him away; you wouldn’t be able to satiate your pathological need to help. It’s who you are.

“Whoever patched this up did a terrible job,” you say, “and I don’t want to know who did it because if you tell me it was you, I will lose my mind, so, I choose to believe you for the sake of my own sanity.”

His lips part in a soft laugh. “Yeah, you don't wanna know,” he says.

“Can I fix it?"

He opens his mouth to decline, “You don’t have to, I–”

“Please.”

There is no arguing with you, it seems.

Your footsteps echo in the empty hallway. One of the drawers in the cart across from the bed slides open at your touch. Matt can hear the distinct crinkle of packaging and the clanking of metal. When you return to his side, your steps are a little heavier.

“I’m going to clean the wound and then apply a butterfly bandage to help the skin grow back together,” you explain. “The cut isn't that deep, but you must’ve hit your head pretty hard when you fell. I can’t force you to get a head CT, so… If you experience any nausea or neurological deficits in the next few days, you should come back to run some tests. But—and that is not my expert medical opinion because I don’t have the tests to back it up—I think it should be fine to heal on its own.”

“Any other advice, Doc?” he jokes.

“Well, I can’t give the same good news about your bruised ribs.” You only have to place your hand on his side and his lips come to press tightly together. “I’m guessing third and fourth,” you say. “If one of them is fractured, it makes you run at risk for internal bleeding, but to see the extent of your injuries, we’d have to get an MRI. That is not my call to make. I can’t force you to get your battle scars checked out, I can just advise you to think about it. Really think about it.”

Matt sighs. His laughter has long died. “I know.”

He doesn’t want to repeat himself. He’s fine. He has to pretend that he’s fine because he doesn’t have time for doctors or questions. Neither you nor the law can protect him from the damage that the truth would do.

You’re disappointed, but you swallow your pride. With delicate precision, you start cleaning the wound on his forehead, the cotton swab dabbing at the dried blood. He winces at the sting of antiseptic, a subtle twitch in response to the pain.

“Sorry,” you murmur.

Matt manages a half-smile. “It’s alright. I’ve had worse.”

That doesn’t make you feel better, but you accept it. You’ve learned to respect your patients’ wishes, even if that means swallowing a lie.

As you work, your fingers graze over his skin with a careful tenderness. It’s a stark contrast to the harshness of the world he navigates outside—a double-edged sword. If he doesn’t go out there, more people die or get hurt. He would sustain the same injuries over and over again and almost die rather than pretend that evil isn’t lurking right outside his window every night. And there is a bigger storm brewing in the distance, one he isn’t fully prepared for.

Yet.

You finish cleaning the wound and proceed to carefully apply a fresh bandage. Matt can feel the cool adhesive against his skin. Your touch is soothing, almost comforting, and he allows himself to relax.

“There,” you announce softly. “All patched up.”

Matt lifts his hand to touch the bandage, a habit he developed over the years to reassure himself that someone cared enough to tend to his wounds. “Thank you,” he answers.

“No biggie.” You shrug with a tiny smile, and that makes him smile, too. It shows him that while you are displeased with his lack of respect for himself and his health, you aren’t mad at him. You just care.

The shrill beeping of your pager tears a headache through his skull.

You curse under your breath. “I’m so sorry,” you say as you skim over the text that has been sent to you. “The, uh—the ER needs me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he quickly responds.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go. Save a life!”

You’re reluctant at first, but then your lips curl into a broader, more genuine smile, and in the heat of the moment, you grab his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Matthew,” you say. “Take care of yourself.”

Your footsteps retreat and your heartbeat gets fainter as you walk down the hallway. He’s speechless. He doesn’t even remember how to say goodbye.

“Oh, and do me a favor?” You stop momentarily just to ask him, “Get those ribs checked out?”

His mouth opens and closes like that of a fish on dry land. “Sure,” he says.

“Thank you,” these are your last words to him before you take off running.

Both of you know though that once he is out of Metro General and on his way home, he won’t come back. Not for himself, at least. And it is something you have to accept as much as he has to accept the fact that you are long gone, off to save a life in the very four walls that seemed so scary to him all alone only fifteen minutes ago.

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chantiying · 6 days

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Full moon reading 🌕

Before to start, sorry for any mistakes or grammar error. English is not my first language. How to choose? Take a deep breath, close your eyes, then open them and choose the image that drawn to you. Remember tarot is not set on stone and you can change your path whenever you want. This is for entertainment purposesThis reading is general so if it doesn't resonate with you just let it go

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Let's start!

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Pile 1

I think you guys are most likely to be introverts and really enjoy your time alone. Your are the type of person who listens to others carefully, who sees and analyzes everything around you, you can read so well the room and people look for your advice. For some of you, you might think you're "boring" or you perceive yourselves as someone who is better when it's isolated and people don't understand that.

You know how to act and move forward in situations that are no longer for you. You can look really calm when taking the wheel, and that's one of your best qualities. I can picture you as someone who is always calm and looks really confident, but at the same time dreamy? People just love your aura, and the way you manage the problems and know how to balance all the stuff that's going on is a gift to all the people around you. They trust in you and count on your wisdom to give the best advice.

I feel that even if you just can't admit it out loud, you love taking care of others, you like serving to others and you like being in an environment where you can bring calmness and kindness to everyone. Maybe you don't know this, but the way you can make quick and wit decisions, your words and the way you act are your best qualities and can help you to be a great leader.

Idk guys, you all have a lovely energy.

I feel like people want to be your friends but at the same time you low-key scare them

Siren energy

I picture you like a shadow in the mist being caressed by the brightest and calmest moonlight

"I thought you were rude the first time I met you"

You're protected and a light of love shines on you

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Pile 2

The first word that came to mind while reading this pile was "hardworking." You guys probably see themselves as someone who is consistent, ambitious and efficient, someone who always does their job perfectly, and you shine because of that. Perseverance is one of your best qualities, you can be light or dark depending on your mood or the situation. Guys, you are duality; you are the moon and the sun, whichever you decide to be and you're always slaying, no matter what.

You're so smart, and people can rely on you. You're responsible but sensitive at the same time, and that's why people trust you so much.

Even tough, when you like a job well done, you're not the type of person who follows the rules actually. You like doing things your way. You're kinda rebellious and you find it funny to break some rules and traditions. You like the freedom of doing things by yourselves.

I think even when you all like you're freedom and doing things by your own, you have to start learning to work on team.

I feel like you guys are hot af and you know it

Your charisma is off this planet

You have a mysterious aura

People feel attracted to you

Maybe you're feeling confused??? Or betrayed???? The moon is there to calm you down and to embrace you with her light

Just tell your worries to the moon she's always willing to listen to someone as interesting as you

You're magnetic and bewitching like the moon and powerful and confident like the sun

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Pile 3

I feel like you guys are my generous pile. You might give more than people ask, and because of that, some people've taken advantage of you. I feel like you guys don't feel the shining of the full moon on you. You might feel like all the rays of the moon bathe everyone here but you. Do you feel like drowning in the deep ocean? Do you feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel? Did they tell you that you were not enough? Enough brave? Enough loved? Enough awesome? Did someone steal your ray of the full moon? You, my dears, have a strong connection with the moon. You understand her and she understands you. Reclaim your power back, guys. Reclaim your abundance, your happiness and your beauty. And let me tell you that, for some of you, no one stole your bright, but you by yourselves hid it so no one would see it, indeed.

Some of you might be "classy" old money style or you like clean, vanilla or natural make up.

You have purity, and you're projecting it to others.

Please take a rest guys. I know it's important to do homework, projects or work but it is really importan to take a rest and have fun too.

I don't know, this pile feels like an old soul but at the same time like young people, like students.

Why don't you want the moon to shine on you?

Enough of being hidden behind the clouds, it's time to see the beauty that you're, it's time to people to fall in love with you, it's time to see your graceful persona reflected in the mirror, just like the enchanting moon is reflected in the clear water

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Guys I just hope this resonate with someone. I wish you all a pretty life

Alic (Chanty) 🪽

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nonnieapple · 7 months

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⛈☂ Siren Song☂⛈

• (Marshall Lee x reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 1 2 7 1 w o r d s • p o s t e d 17.09.2023 🌧 navigation • s u m m a r y: you hear a voice singing while out exploring the woods. you go to investigate and find someone unexpected.

You huffed as you jumped down from a concrete block covered with vines, your hands meeting the dirt. It looked like it was about to rain, and the sun was on its way to set, its rays muffled by thick storm clouds.

You straightened out of your crouch nimbly. You fixed your comfortable adventure clothes.

You inhaled and relished as your lungs filled with oxygen-rich forest air. Birds chirped, crickets rehearsed their symphonies, a small orchestra hid by foliage, and the breeze caressed your skin gently.

It was a beautiful evening, and you walked through the clearing calmly.

A sound caught your attention. No, it wasn't a bird. It wasn't a bug. Neither was it a party or an animal. The sound was more like a voice. You quirked your brow as you squinted.

You tried to follow the sound, wandering through the forest.

Your hands met with the bark of ancient trees as you sighed. No dice. But you were curious, you wanted to know who it was that was singing so pleasantly. For a few moments, you continued to wander, and after what seemed like too long, the voice came closer. It felt like you just needed one more turn and you'd meet the singer.

If that was a forest siren singing, they had you in their grasp, and you'd be siren food.

The breeze rustled your hair as you stopped at a small clearing with warm, dim fairy lights hanging on trees. Your breath hitched and your eyes sparkled with wonder. It didn't seem like the lair of a vicious beast. More like the lair of a hipster or something.

You walked out from the trees.

"Hello?" You asked an empty clearing.

"Hey," A smooth baritone said as a person with a guitar appeared, floating mid-air ahead of you. You stepped back.

"Woah!" You gasped as you took in his form. He had midnight black hair, strange, unnatural eyes, desaturated light teal skin, and... long, sharp fangs sticking out from his smirking lips. A vampire. With a sick guitar that looked like an axe. It was a bright crimson. He strummed it leisurely.

"What do you want?" He asked with an exasperated sigh, tilting his head, his eyes half-lidded. He addressed you as though you were an annoying door-to-door salesman. You crossed your arms awkwardly and studied his guitar, and his long, clawed fingers. The sleeves of his wine flannel were hitched up over long inhuman forearms.

"I heard you singing and decided to check it out. Thought you were a siren," You laughed lightly as you shrugged. He raised a brow.

"Your voice is nice," You complimented quietly. His gaze softened and he floated lower. His black bangs fell over his face.

"Thanks," He said humbly, a slight pink tinge to his face. "Have I seen you before?" He pointed at you, his other hand holding the neck of his instrument.

You hummed.

"Could be. I've seen you around, though. Marshall, right?" You pursed your lips. The breeze blew gently, carrying the scent of the vampire's vague cologne.

"Yeah, Marshall Lee," He floated so that it looked like he was laying down, his pointed ears poking out, and he played a few chords. "I think I've seen you at Fionna's parties."

You nodded, kicking the glass under your feet.

"Yeah, I just go to stand around all awkward. But it's fun seeing people have fun, I guess?" You raised your hands.

"You're human, right?" He studied your ears. His tone had a mocking aftertaste. More clouds rolled in as the sun set nearly fully, shrouding the cool forest in shadow, but the fairy lights lit the clearing up pretty nicely.

"Yeah, and I take it you're a vampire." You sat down on a piece of an abandoned fridge, hands on your knees.

"Vampire King," He smirked as he floated near your face and then swerved back and up, crossing his legs leisurely. You leaned forward, your face heating up a bit. The guy was mad charming. A mad charming “bad boy”, which spelled trouble for you and your friends whose ears you'd talk off about him later. If what you had heard about him was true, he was one. The most egregious "incident" was the time he dyed everything Gumball owned green. Even Gumball himself. Famously, Gumball hates green.

Marshall was then banned from the Candy Kingdom. He was banned from many places. Even Cracker Barrel. You'd also heard he was a classic rockstar, and you know what that means. Drink, smoke, snort ring a bell?

"Fancy title for such a punk." You raised your brow with a challenge.

"I'm a multifaceted individual. Maybe you'd know that if you were one too." His expression feigned solemnity. The upturned corners of his black lips and tone gave away his teasing. His ears lowered.

"Psh, you've just met me, essentially, and you're in the globdamn woods, who cares what you've got to say?" You smiled, putting your hands on your hips.

His nose crinkled, and black-sclera eyes with vertical pupils bored into you. He held a serious silence. Now this act was believably pissed. So believable you were getting worried, and your expression turned to badly concealed fear.

He burst out in a mischievous giggle, throwing his head back.

"Good one." He smiled with a slight darkness. Man, was he one confusing sexuality-defying vamp.

Droplets of rain dropped on the trees above you. His ears tilted up to the sound, and for a split second, he looked like a confused cat.

"It's gonna rain soon. And by soon I mean two minutes ago." You frowned as cool air hit your skin, freezing you to your core.

Marshall huffed through pointy teeth. His pierced ears drooped in annoyance.

"I'd love to see you soaked and all, but I can't get my guitar wet. Wanna go somewhere else, cream puff?"

"That's the first good idea you've had as of recently," You muttered. You blinked. "W- cream puff? Soaked?" You stuttered, your voice losing every shred of confidence.

"That is what I said. Well done!" He gave you a thumbs up. Your mouth opened a little, your expression as if you were about to sneeze.

"You gonna keep calling me that?"

The grass rustled, taps echoing off the foliage.

"What do you think?"

You sighed.

A drop of rain hit your arm.

"I think we should hurry."

Marshall adjusted his guitar, floating to you and poking your back. You flinched. Son of a witch...

"I like what you're saying. Rare occurrence, isn't it?" He bit his lip and gave you a side eye as you walked- floated- through the forest, leaves shielding you from rain.

"I wish I could punch you." You shook your head.

"Why don't you?" He coaxed, dodging raindrops.

"Your face is the only good thing about you." You shrugged.

"Aww, what about my sick guitar skills?" He played a chunk of a solo full of hammer-ons and gob knows what. You sure as hell weren't looking at his guitar at that moment.

"Hm. They're good, I'm just kidding."

You stepped over a turtle. The rain was beating down substantially. It hit the leaves loudly. Taps could be heard all over. It felt peaceful.

"I don't know if I'm kidding. But I'm not kidding when I say you're the hottest person I've ever met in a forest," He purred, raising his brows suggestively. Awful. Criminal. Jail.

And after that, you felt a little less peaceful. You crossed your arms as you shot him a sharp look.

"Are you always like this?"

He smiled, flashing his sharp teeth.

"You bet."

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✧CHAPTER 1✧

The girl shot up as the loud blaring of her alarm entered her earholes. Fatigue was written all over her face as she kicked off the loud device. Another cold, boring Monday morning. Y/n groaned as she dragged her feet toward the restroom.

Not liking the idea of leaving her bed, her mind was still groggy as she splashed her face with water as a wake-up call. As she brushed her teeth, she had the recurring thought of bunking the first few lessons. She would've done so, she'd pepper her parents into calling the school saying she was sick.

But she didn't. Missing those lessons comes with a consequence. It wasn't the fact that she had to catch up on all those notes she'd have failed to take, nor was it because she loved school...

It was the thought of missing a day of Seeing Nishimura Riki... The boy she has a crush on, the one she is indeed in love with. Just the thought of him, replaced the faint fatigue as the girl got ready for school.

. . .

As the weather seemed nice, the girl decided it would be perfect to walk to school for once. A typical Monday morning, however, the sun was somewhat visible today, though the clouds kind of dimmed its vibrant rays. In the surrounding dull, and presumably eerie-looking environment, Something, unusually vigorous caught her eye...

Just by the tall oak tree, where she'd often hang out with Sunghoon, in a dark corner, by the trash bags, laid an unusually pale corpse. The whole scene was covered in blinding neon tapes, police here and there, and sound pollution by the blaring sirens and loud people.

It was a horrid sight, the one day she chooses to walk to school, as if it's a warning, the corpse lies there. The body was unusually pale, its hands missing and its jaw was ripped wide open...

It was clearly the work of a psychopath... however, something very out of the ordinary caught her attention... the very, dangerously deep marks on the body's neck... presumably a bite... And the shocking of all, not a single trace of blood was found on or near the boy, even the clothes were clearly brand new...

Her deep, disturbed thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tug on her backpack, the girl screeched in shock as she stumbled back into a familiar embrace...

"We're going to be late tiny! why are you standing here?" Sunghoon asked as y/n frowned, seemingly startled as the boy finally noticed the horrifying scene before him. "Oh that's why..." The male trailed off as he dragged her away.

"Chop chop- if we're late- I'll make you clean my bedroom-" Sunghoon smirked as the girl grimaced "GROSS- U HAV UNDIES EVERYWHERE- AND PICS OF YOUR crUsH EVERYWHERE- CREEP-" y/n gagged as Sunghoon chuckled, playfully slapping her back.

"It's not creepy- it's love- and also my rooms a mess what do you expect?" The male shrugged "STOP DRAGGING YOUR FEET OR ELSE I WILL CARRY YOU TO SCHOOL TINY." Sunghoon yelled as y/n took her backpack off and teasingly hit him with it.

. . .

2 long, dreading hours passed as y/n slept through the majority of her first 2 lessons. The girl stretched her arms out, cracking her neck as she finally woke up, feeling a little energized, her brain automatically tuned out as she heard her teacher speak... until she heard a little sentence that sparked her interest.

"And for this project, I want you to work with the person beside you!" The teacher finished. Immediately, her head turned to the male beside her. He sighed to himself as he turned to the smiley y/n.

"What are we doing a project on? my brain automatically tunes out boring voices..." y/n trailed off. "You should've listened, you sleepy head" Riki coldly muttered as he eyed the girl.

"Meet me in the library at break time, I'll explain, I took brief notes if you want-" Riki grabbed his book as y/n kindly declined the book offer "No need... Library sounds sweet~" Y/n smirked, earning an eye-roll from the pretty boy

. . .

Their time in the library started off silent, not the awkward kind of silence, but quite the silence one needs to focus on. y/n’s chin rested upon her hand as she admired the male before her while he was lost in his own world of books and notes. His dark, exotic orbs scanned through the thin lines of black words.

the male somewhat bit at the outer skin of his lower lip, his hands delicately turning the pages slowly. And to top it off... Those moles, as if god splattered them over his face ever so perfectly, were something to die for.

On the spur of a moment, his pretty eyes pierced through her love-struck ones the way Cupid's arrow pierced through her heart. The boy immediately knew she was checking her out, as he noticed how the girl seemed dazed, her lips slightly parted "It's not nice to stare you know" his deep yet dreamy voice cut the silence between the 2.

"What? Not nice to stare at pretty words?" y/n asked as she nervously turned to a random book she grabbed, making sure the book covered her plush pinkened cheeks from his view. A tiny smile made its way on his lips at the girl's little acts "I never knew you could read upside down-" Riki snickered to himself, as Y/n’s eyes doubled in size, she felt extremely stupid.

"y-yeah I can- whatever- now about the project???" Y/n asked, completely changing the subject "We basically need to study the psychological effects left behind on a human, after either, childhood experiences, drug usage, genetics, etc, and compare some criminological theories, just find a few criminals and study them really-" Riki explained, the smile was long gone.

Riki turned back to his book, as Y/n opened her mouth to say something, the slightly empty book cupboard suddenly shook slightly vigorously.

"Riki-" "Shh-" "But Riki-" "Shut up!" the boy snapped seeing the cupboard lose its balance Y/n tried to pull him away but it was too late…

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Angels Like You and Demons Like Me - A Chris Sturniolo AU Story

Part 1 of 2

Christopher is a demon exiled from the underworld after committing one of the most unacceptable acts Hades will never tolerate. Falling in love with a mortal from Earth. Now he is doomed to wander the Heavens alone, where no god, angel or even siren is allowed to associate with him. He is in agony, in suffering. Until one red tipped, gold plated arrow is accidently pierced into the back of his shoulder, permanently subjecting him to a love spell.

Cupid is an angel with the power of desire, love, and attraction. She is the daughter of Venus, Goddess of love and Mars, God of war. She is tasked with matchmaking all the beings in the Heavens, each arrow she shoots having a spell of true love. Once they are pierced by her arrow, and they successfully unite with their soulmate, their bond is one that lasts forever. She never misses her aim and every immortal that’s she’s struck have been blessed with true love.

But when her love arrow accidentally strikes a demon, all the rules she thought she knew are turned upside down.

content warnings: no smut, mostly fluff, angst, based on ancient mythology, angelxdemon, descriptions of depression, grief, loss and death.

my submission to the bratzfornick’s 141 writing challenge!

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the 4 story elements i picked:

genre - fluff, angst

trope - angel x demon

location/setting: alternate universe (au)

word count: 2,658

Christopher lies in the garden of Eden atop Mount Olympus, a large meadow of soft grass and small white and purple flowers, with tall evergreen trees. The warmth of the sun shines down on his bare skin, having removed his black suit earlier once he entered the garden. Demons don’t typically feel warm or cold. They don’t typically feel anything. But if he focuses hard enough, lets his eyes close and just listens to the steady beat of his heart, he can feel the breeze in the air and the rays on his chest.

He lets the tears roll down his cheeks. He may be able to relax in the soft meadow, but he will never be able to erase the memory of her. The only being he has ever loved. His heart aches every time he thinks of her face, her laugh, her soft voice. She was pure, innocent, the sweetest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

She was a mortal human from the dimensions of Earth. In the universe of Heaven and Hell, it is forbidden to associate with any mortals on any dimension or timeline. They are considered insignificant, and beneath the powers of the gods and goddesses. Immortal beings find entertainment in their silly lives, watching them from time to time whenever they are bored. However, Christopher disagreed with their ways from the moment he was taught of the ancient rules and rituals.

His parents were mortals, who were ordinary beings like the rest of the humans on Earth. Their love was true and deep, creating a beautiful baby boy whose soul was so pure that it captured the attention of Zeus, the ruler of the Heavens. And it is known from the beginnings of creation that Hades, the ruler of the underworld called Hell, is his immortal enemy.

Zeus and Hera longed for centuries to have another child, a god they could raise to be powerful and respected. So, when Zeus saw the potential in Christopher, he took him from Earth, giving him the power of everlasting immortality. As soon as Hades heard the news, he was instantly jealous of Zeus and still heartbroken over the death of his great love Persephone. He stole the baby, raising him in the depths of the underworld, creating one of the most powerful and strongest demons.

Once Christopher learned of his past, he developed a hate for Hades, Zeus, and every other god or angel in his dimension, whether they were pure or evil. He despised every single one of them, for being so hypocritical and unfair. They all made fun of humans for being emotional and silly, when in actuality they were just the same.

He made a vow to himself to never fall in love, and to never get involved in human lives.

That is until one day, Hades sent him on a quest to retrieve a lost soul from Earth, a nasty evil soul that belonged to the underworld. And he stumbled upon a female mortal, forgetting all about his mission. He was struck by her beauty and her kindness. For days, he observed her, watching how she treated other people and the dedication she had to her friends and family. He longed to be with her, to be mortal again.

After a few years, he finally decided he would reveal himself to her. There were certain ways an immortal could talk to a human, and he was willing to risk it all for her.

But Hades caught him before he could even start.

He struck her down as soon as he figured out what Christopher’s plans were, taking her life.

He begged and pleaded with Hades, groveling at his feet, screaming and crying until his throat was raw and he was out of breath. He begged him to bring her back, even if it meant he wouldn’t be with her. He never meant for this to happen; he simply wanted her to have her life back. She didn’t deserve this cruel fate.

But of course, Hades had no remorse. And he was furious with Christopher for disobeying him. So, he banished him to the one place he knew he would be miserable in.

Heaven. It’s where he’s ordered to live the rest of his immortal days at, surrounded by beautiful clouds, mountains, flowers and forest. Vast coasts and immense colosseums, miles and miles of blue sky and castles full of carved marble and grand rooms filled with silk and cotton.

Love is all around, in every being. And he loathes it. From the warm sunlight that shines and filters through the canopy of trees in the forest as he dozes off during the day to the glowing moonlight that glitters across Poseidon’s Sea, casting a blueish tint on the sand as he lays upon the beach at night. Even the yellow butterflies that flutter in pairs around him make him sick.

He used to have an appreciation for the beauty in things, to want more than the dark, lonesome and tragic depths of the underworld he came from. But now, ever since he suffered the grief of losing the one thing he had ever known to love, he had no such desire for happiness. He longed to be back in the pit of lost souls and madness that was ruled by Hades. At least he wouldn’t have to bear the sight of love all around him and could wallow in the self-misery and sadness by himself.

He searched for his lost love, hoping fate would have turned her soul into an angel and sent her up here, but that was almost a decade ago and he had no luck in ever seeing her again.

And so, he spends his days drowning in depression and lost in his misery. But at least he can feel the warmth of the sun.

Cupid watches from her place behind the trees, her feet dipping into the cool water of the lake. She observes with curiosity as the tears fall from his eyes, the light bouncing off his smooth skin. His large, black wings are spread out on the grass as he lays in it, the muscles of his arms and shoulders carved out like the sculptures in her favorite colosseum. She’s seen demons before, most of them rude and intimidating. But she senses a strong purity in him, a longing for love that she can’t quite figure out.

He’s exceptionally beautiful and she can’t help but continue to stare at him, intrigued by his childlike aura. He’s asleep now, his face peaceful except for the worry furrowed into his eyebrows. He’s dreaming of something. Or someone.

Suddenly, her bow pulses with purpose, and she gets the familiar urge of striking him with an arrow. She doesn’t though, still sitting against the oak of the tree and swishing her feet in the water.

Since she became of age, Cupid’s job is to be the sole matchmaker of the immortals in Heaven. She observes the gods and other angels, and when her intuition lets her know it’s time to strike, she pierces them with her love arrow, entrapping them in her spell.

It only hurts them for a moment, but then they are filled with a feeling of bliss and happiness. They are drawn to their one true love and well… Fate takes care of the rest.

Her spell is not just some silly party trick. It invokes real feelings that are brought to the surface by her power. It opens the mind and heart, allowing your true destiny to play out.

But it’s never allowed her to strike a demon. Firstly, demons are not usually allowed in Heaven, unless it’s a special circumstance. Even so, angels are forbidden to interact with one. So, she is more than a little confused when she feels her intuition tell her to hit him with an arrow.

But the feeling slowly subsides, and she chalks it up to the curiosity she had while watching him. Demons couldn’t love, especially here.

She flies away after a while, in search of her next lover to help. And when she slips away to sleep that night, she finds herself dreaming of the demon’s face and the way he cried so beautifully in the garden of Eden.

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Christopher sits on the cold rocks of the beachy shore, chipping away at the wood he’s been carving into with his small metal knife. Shavings fall to his feet, the pile growing larger on the sand. It’s a cool night, the moon pulling the tide in, the salty breeze flowing through his hair.

He feels different today, like the hole in his chest is slowly repairing itself. It’s only taken about 10 years but even slow progress is still progress. He hums an old tune to himself, his fingers nimble and constant on the craft in his hands when he feels the pair of eyes on him again.

“I know you’re there.” He speaks aloud.

He’s felt a presence near him for the past few days and his powers tell him it’s an angel. The name he’s unsure of but he knows it’s there. He’s allowed it to be, going about his day and not minding, but now he’s getting a little irritated at their prying gaze. The one moment he’s finally starting to feel peace and it’s as if they’re intruding.

He hears some rustling behind him and feels the presence move closer. As soon as he does, he whips around at incredible speed, his wings tensed up in defense and throws his knife out in their direction, intending to pierce their heart.

It flies past the angel’s head, somehow deflected and she lifts her bow immediately, releasing an arrow without hesitation. It pierces into his left shoulder, and he doubles over in pain. Her eyes widen in fear as she realizes what she’s just done .

She flits to him, her wings trembling and hands shaking as she hovers over him. He clutches his shoulder for a few seconds before he lifts his head. He gasps in shock, once he looks into her green and gold eyes, his heart stuttering in his chest.

She takes his shocked reaction as one caused by the pain of her arrow digging into his flesh and she places a hand on his shoulder, pulling the arrow out. It dissipates into the air, vanishing within the blink of an eye. The expression on her face is full of regret and empathy, a hint of embarrassment as she presses her fingers over the wound. “Oh my…. Please forgive me. I was only defending myself against your sudden attack. I didn’t expect you to wield your knife so quickly.”

Her voice is like the plucks of a harp ringing out, soft and light. His eyes dance across her face, and he almost doesn’t believe what he can see.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her brows furrowing in confusion at his dumbfounded expression.

“Yes, I- I’m sorry, you just… look exactly like someone I used to know.” He responds, and he notices the bow she holds in her other hand. “You must be Cupid.”

She nods and removes her grasp from his shoulder, his wound now healed. “Do you feel… any different?”

She hopes to the gods that she hasn’t permanently damaged his soul. If she were to strike any being with an incorrect intention, they’re at risk for death or even worse, to live without ever finding a soulmate. As far as the rules for demons go… she has no idea.

“I feel… strangely happy.” He says and she can’t help the smile that graces her face. “Well, then you’re in luck. My powers seemed to have worked, even on you, Demon. I thought your kind was incapable of love?” She speaks honestly and moves to sit next to him upon the rocks, tucking her bow away.

He chuckles and turns towards her, resting his chin in his hand, his arm atop his knee as he looks into her eyes again. “There are very few things my kind are incapable of. Unfortunately, love is not one of them.”

As he speaks, she realizes now who he is. She’s been watching him again for the past few days, hiding away shyly but intrigued to know who he was. Where he came from and why he was here. Why his energy was so incredibly endearing.

“You are the lost son of Zeus… Christopher.” She tilts her head, taking in his appearance closely now that she was next to him instead of hovering in the shadows.

He wore his dark suit, black gloves on his hands and his even darker wings folded against his back. His hair curled in wisps around his face. And his eyes were bluer than the ocean, even in the black of the night.

“You are correct.” He answers, and his eyes move down her body after he sees her examine him. She is dressed in all white, a flowy gown of fabric draped around her body, and her fluffy white wings expand across her shoulders. She is radiant, glowing with purity. Matching white lace socks and gloves adorn her, her hair in waves down her back.

“Are you not curious to return to him?” she asks, and he looks away now, a sad expression on his face. He shakes his head softly. “No. He has long forgotten of me, busy with his other children. Besides I am too… impure. I’m a demon after all.” He speaks in a somber tone. She is filled with empathy at the sadness pouring out of him in waves and suddenly feels tears fill her eyes.

Cupid can feel others’ emotions strongly. It is a curse and also a blessing, to feel so deeply. And she finds herself enamored with his beauty, his presence and she knows the words he speaks are genuine.

“In every angel a demon hides… and in every demon an angel strides.” She tells him, a few tears falling down her cheek and he looks up at her, surprised by her words. He watches the tears escape from her angel eyes, and before he can stop himself, he’s wiping them away gently with his thumb, the emotion in her gold and green hue of her stare tugging at his heart strings.

“There are many powerful things in this universe, Christopher. But love conquers all. And I have sensed it from you the moment I saw you resting upon the grass in Eden’s garden. Zeus may be the ruler of Heaven, but we are the rulers of our own hearts.”

Time seems to stand still as he takes in the words she speaks, his own tears threatening to spill. He traces his hand lightly down her face, brushing across her neck. He longed to feel her skin against his, his leather glove preventing him from the feeling. But he’s reminded of the hurt and pain that romance and strong feelings like this love she speaks of can bring.

He moves away from her, strong wings stretching out around him. “You are too pure, angel. I thank you for your kind words. But I must go now.” He says and flies away before he can change his mind, retrieving his knife buried into the rock it hit earlier.

She watches him leave with sadness and sinks her feet into the sand. She now wishes she would’ve never come to the beach tonight and thinks to herself that whoever his soulmate is that she’s bound him to is extremely blessed.

It’s then that she notices a wooden carving in the sand next to her feet and picks it up with curiosity. She sees that it’s the face of a woman, her expression happy and familiar. He’s an artist, she thinks. His talent shows through in the details, the way he captures her beauty is breathtaking.

She decides to keep it, carrying it with her as she floats away into the night.

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a/n: part 2 will be out very soon. i really enjoyed creating this story! i love mythology and angels, and things like that so hope you like it too :)

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dreamingofyeo · 26 days

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𓏲๋࣭ ࣪ A siren's song࿐࿔𖦹ִ

Chapter 6: Passage of hope ࿐࿔𖦹ִ

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🕸️ambush

🕯️rain

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Yeosang pov

The appearance of the blue bird had been the first indication, it resurfacing in the market had been confirmation. San at the bar had been a beacon of hope, his magical healing gifts no match for any petty potion Vervona could acquire. Mingi and Wooyoung in the shadows had been the trigger in their plan. My crew, they finally found me. A single subtle nod toward San was all they needed to act first and ask questions later regarding rescuing my new friend with me.

As the arms I recognise as Jongho’s wrap under my own I can’t help but grin. The sharp inhale of breath to my left an indication of a scream about to escape, I clamp my hand over her mouth and she thankfully takes the hint. With that, Jongho and, to take a guess Yunho, pull us from our seats and down the hidden trapdoor beneath the rug. To be fair to her, when the elixir arrived in front of us, all it took was as a pointed look for her to take the hint, she’ll fit right in.

~🕸️

The shouting and gunshots continue above our heads as the trap door closes and is jammed shut by Jongho with a strategic placement of some kind of plank. There’ll be time for reunions later, for now we’ve got to move.

We begin to run down the passage way, carefully placing our steps in the darkness. My new friend, obviously not called Cara Jones, grasps my wrist and pulls me to a stop, speaking in a flurry of panic. I can just make out her features in the darkness; they’re paralysed in a state of shock and fear, yet when her eyes meet my own they somehow soften.

“Yeosang, who? Where-“

“My crew, there’s no time to explain right now we need to move.”

I feel bad for cutting her off, but she’ll thank me for the time saved on explanation later. With that, we begin running again. The sounds of gunshots are fading now, thankfully.

The tunnel goes on for what feels like forever, it must be an old smugglers passage, I hope she’s not afraid of spiders, there are cobwebs undoubtedly all over us by this point.

I call out to my crew members, the relief evident.

“Yunho, Jongho how the hell-“

It’s my turn to be cut off now apparently.

“No time for that right now Sangie, save it for Capt’n.”

Yunho clips back excitedly. Jongho laughs under his breath.

The sliver of light in the ceiling at what must be the end of the passage brings with it all the hope imaginable. Upon reaching it, Yunho delivers 1 firm knock followed by 2 scrapes of his dagger; the exit trap door opens and as I look up I see the face of my Captain’s first mate. Park Seonghwa.

~🕯️

He spares a moment to smirk down at me, shaking his head as he laughs into his chest before extending a rope down. I look over at my friend, she is looking at me with an expression akin to relief. I stifle a chuckle when she registers the cobwebs coating her and her features morph into horror. She frantically gestures and pleads with her eyes for me to swipe them away, I do so gladly. Yunho and Jongho gesture for me to take a hold of the rope, and so I do.

After a minor struggle we all get safely out of the passage, resealing and camouflaging the trap door. When satisfied, I look at my surroundings, we’re in a secluded dune on a beach. Palm trees reach high above us, effectively hiding our forms from the worst of the sun’s unforgiving rays.

Seonghwa’s voice snaps me out of the momentary daze. His tone thick with the kind of authority I’ve taken for granted all these years, a tone I’ve missed dearly.

“The Illusion is about 10 minutes from here, had to hide her in a cove. Let’s move. You can explain our extra crew member to Hongjoong when we’ve put some distance between us and the Crimson.”

“Aye.”

The contrast in emotions from now to the last I spoke that word is immense, and reminds me again how much I’ve missed everything.

I can’t help but grin at him, before gesturing to my friend to follow. I really hope she entrusts me with her real name soon.

The slow trudge through the sand feels even longer than the passage, not for the distance, for the anticipation. Seeing the ship’s billowing white sails after so long is a feeling I fear I will never be able to do justice to with words. I’m home.

The feeling of climbing aboard tops that; setting my feet down upon those all familiar planks, they creak as if to say ‘welcome back’.

Readers POV

The amount of emotions which have coursed through your body in the past 20 minutes is beyond description, terror and confusion taking centre stage. These pirates are different though, they’re Yeosang’s crew. If he trusts them then you will at least attempt to.

The door to the main cabin swings open and the remainder of Yeosang’s crew run to you all- or more specifically to him. Though you’re now stood rather awkwardly to the side, you’re more than happy to watch the scene of such pure chaos and joy unfold.

A man with hair similar to the navigator’s in length bounds over like a puppy and practically tackles him to the deck. You can already tell he will be a lot to handle simply from the positively manic expression across his countenance. His sheiks of excitement sounding across the deck remind you of seagulls, you suppress a chuckle at the thought. Yeosang’s muffled greeting into his shoulder makes you smile just as wide as the man though. From this, you learn his name to be ‘Wooyoung’.

Another - the man from the bar you suddenly realise, shows some level of restraint. His eyes and soft despite his wide smile. He opts to simply rest a hand upon Yeosang’s shoulder before crushing him in another hug when he’s released from his first. You catch his name too, it is ‘San’.

A third man ducks out of the cabin, black hair cropped close to his head with the top framing his face. His face changes from stern and intimidating to the very picture of happiness, his smile wide and crinkling at his eyes. There is a long gun of some sort across his back, he must be responsible for the lanterns going out. He doesn’t bother to wait, instead opting for a group hug- to which Wooyoung eagerly joins. The final choked greeting from Yeosang informs you that his name is ‘Mingi’.

One last man exits the cabin, his posture leaking with authority. Though he wears no signature hat, he must be the captain. The others back away from Yeosang and give them space for a more formal reunion, after a firm hand shake the captain also wraps him in a warm embrace.

The man you assumed to be the captain steps away and observes his crew with a content smile before speaking up. His tone is loud and authoritative, yet unable to mask the sheer happiness emanating from him even if he wanted to.

“Now then men.”

Everyone instantly settles down, you could swear even from the distance apart you were that there are tears in Yeosang’s eyes. His smile settles from wide and gleeful until it is almost akin to a pout, holding back whilst receiving word from his captain.

“We’ve achieved our mission. But before we can celebrate our reunion, we need a little distance. So, to your stations.”

He smiles kindly at Yeosang who practically hops skips and jumps to the cabin where you assume the maps to be held, he pulls himself up though and beckons for you to follow.

Before you reach him, you feel a hand close over your shoulder.

“We will address the elephant in the room when we’re at a safe distance, his safety is my priority right now.”

Though laced with kindness and reassurance, you feel a shiver go down your spine at the captain’s words…

<-chapter 5 ~ chapter 7->

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satureja13 · 29 days

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Ostara/Spring Equinox Festival Part 3 It starts -> here

After all this action they got hungry. Arturo had prepared the meals for them. It's good to see them all together again. It's been a while. Let's hope the Therapy Game can help them out of their slump and Saiwa, Jack and Ji Ho can return back home to the others soon.

They gathered at the fire. Ji Ho looks so happy, his spell worked and they'd spend a great day together despite of their hardships.

But by looking at Jeb's face he felt that his Siren's Song was fading and it's time to part. And the way Jack looks at Kiyoshi made him think that the spell maybe hit Jack a bit too hard. Better they leave soon before he does anything stupid ö.ö They all seem to react different. He'll have to work on this.

After they cleaned up and cared for the horses and goats (and Kumo), they said goodbye by the riverside and Ji Ho and Vlad charged their bond before they leave for their homes.

Jack, Saiwa and Ji Ho south over the bridge to the Beach House and Vlad, Jeb and Kiyoshi back to their crappy/happy home in the opposite direction.

Ji Ho had hoped for a kiss but Vlad kept it short and left. Vlad knows that it would improve their relationship if he agreed to get physical with Ji Ho, but it just feels wrong for him. Tomorrow he will continue to test the Therapy Game. Let's hope there is another way for Ji Ho to learn how to love Vlad.

Did you know there are manta rays and sharks in the river? And I let the Boys swim there! o.o

'She died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone But her ghost wheels her barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh

Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh'

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orionchildofhades · 9 months

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steddie swapping soulmate au part 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | Ao3

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surprisingly, swapping is very quiet, motionless and peaceful. something soft. simply and terribly natural.

Eddie wakes up in a bed that isn't his.

after the long seconds for his mind to shift from the sluggish thoughts of sleep, he realises that, yes, finally. he swapped.

the first thing that hits him is the silence. the deep quietness of the room, the house, the world. it is so glaringly different from what he is used to. from the thin walls of his trailer and the sounds of the world waking alongside him, of Wayne coming home after a night shift, of the neighborhood down the road putting on the radio to listen to the news a bit too loudly. it's different from what the apartment with broken windows and the sound of rushing traffic, of the loud sirens of police cars chasing some petty thief.

so eddie lays, in this body that he's now a bit too intimidated to discover, in a room that feels both too big and too empty.

the second thing that hits him is the pain.

it's not obvious and throbbing like a hit but the dull aches, eating away strength and breath of sickness.

his soulmate has a really bad flue.

which is kind of stupid since summer is barely over but the headache eating over Eddie's head keeps him away from too many thoughts.

his mouth feels pasty, his throat hurts and his nose is too full and eddie almost wants to laugh because never had he imagined that he'd meet his soulmate, have his first peek into their lives, while they were sick.

with heavy muscles, he manages to stand a little. his neck is so sore he just wants to fall back on his mattress, on the so soft pillow hugging his head and put the comforter up his face to hide the bright light.

but he wants to see the room.

and so he does. he looks around, blinking away the ray of light flashing in front of his eyes.

the room his big, and honestly, a little bare. a queen sized bed rest in the middle of it, a desk is pushed against the wall on the other side, a mess of clothes and scattered notebooks on top of it.

not a head, then, huh? eddie thinks with a slow smile.

there is a closet and a door, a shelf empty of books aside from the bottom one, with a couple of pictures too far away for him to see, trophies and...that's it.

there is another door to his right, and the window to his left. his head is getting heavy again, too much to bear as he tries to see the outside. trees and leaves dancing around in a soundless wind, the light moving alongside it around the room to some inaudible tune.

against his will, his eyes close once more, and he tries very hard to keep awake. to take in more. but he can't and his eyes close shut once more.

#part 3 #:)#steddie #stranger things ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington ficlet #eddie munson ficlet #orionwritesthingies

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linnienin · 1 year

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🍰 A s t e r o i d ⁕ S i r e n e ⁕ i n ⁕ T a u r u s 🍰

Gentle, Calm, Serene, Unbothered, Slow and entrancing movements, Unaware of their charisma

CELEBS LIST:

Anya Taylor-Joy

Helena Bonham Carter

A s t e r o i d ⁕ S i r e n e ⁕ a s p e c t i n g ⁕ V e n u s :

(Conjunctions and Squares are the most powerful aspects)

P A R T 1 (harsh aspects)

CONJUNCT VENUS:

Aishwarya Rai , Angelina Jolie

Alexa Demie , Cara Delevingne

Tilda Swinton , Ursula Andress (007 bond girl) , Barbara Bach (007 bond girl)

SQUARE VENUS:

Monica Bellucci , Elle Fanning

OPPOSITE VENUS:

Margot Robbie

The second part with positive aspects to Venus will be showcased in the Sirene in Libra post...

That will be published later today, so stay tuned 👀

#astro notes #sirene in taurus #asteroid sirene #sirene conjunct venus #sirene square venus #sirene opposite venus #astro observations

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mermaidssiren · 1 year

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Yara in "Sirene" 2017

#mermaid #mermaids #gif #mermaid tail #gifs #mermaidedit #yara #sirene rai 1 #italian mermaid #italian show

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ssirenphony · 9 months

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Tainted - Simon Ghost Riley x Female Reader

'Newest Addition' - Chapter 1.

Brief backstory:

Siren is a younger addition to the 141 task force as you transferred from your last job working as a specially skilled sniper in a hostage control unit for the United States Military after transferring there from Kazan, Russia. Your stealth and skill range from knife work to excellent gunmanship as you're a top necessity in the field. Your files are bare, leaving not much knowledge of the 141 unit as you join. The only information available is your expertise in combat and guns as well as your age and code name. Your real name is not available as you are truly a mystery to the new group. You are a determined fighter, Your quiet and cold calculating demeanor is held like a wall protecting yourself from vulnerability as you're getting used to the atmosphere of a new unit. This caught the eye of an infamous skull-masked man as he realizes he can't read you, his interest has peeked at the new addition to the force and he's determined to find out more about the mystery woman and why you are somehow even more low profile than him.

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warnings: none

The air was humid, causing me to roll my eyes in annoyance as I run my hand over my forehead to pull back the baby hairs that stuck to me with sweat. I checked the mag of my gun, smirking softly as I clicked the rounds into place and peered through the scope of my assault rifle, aiming for the targets. My hostage unit informed me of my transfer just that morning, I stood just outside my forces' desert base at the shooting range built for training, waiting for the arrival of my new captain. The sun's hot rays shined down on me, the heat was relentless as I exhaled and aimed at the targets. My form was perfect as I started firing, my moves calculated as I walked down the row one foot in front of the other to effectively send bullets flying into the heads of all of the dummies. Once I emptied my gun I released my hand from the trigger, setting the gun down before turning around to face my superior and a taller man as I heard them arrive, taking in his appearance. He looked older, with a bucket hat on his head and he had a confident stance. My eyes flicked between the two and I crossed my arms slightly, my black war paint was smeared around my eyes as sweat rolled down my face. I leaned on my right leg, my tan uniform pants shifting with a rustle and my tighter black uniform shirt hugged my hot skin.

I took in his outfit, the double layering of pants and a long sleeve as well as the stacks of tactical gear he wore. I took a few steps towards him and he offered me a hand to shake.

"Captain Price is here to transfer you to the 141 base." My previous superior spoke and I nodded, shaking Price's hand.

"Siren," I said with a nod before releasing his hand, and he returned the eyebrow quirk.

"Just siren?" he asked, expecting something more.

"Just Siren." I said with a nod, my bag already placed outside of the door of the desert base. I went to retrieve it, throwing it over my shoulder before returning to stand in front of the two.

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It was only an hour or two before Captain Price and I reached the 141 base. I peered at the large but very well-concealed building before snapping off my seat belt and hopping down from the humvee. I followed Price as he motioned for the larger, thick door of the facility. I was grateful that the car ride wasn't uncomfortable, sharing jokes with Price lightened the atmosphere as he seemingly was nervous I was anxious but my face showed no trace of anxiety as we entered the building. My wall went back up, My face flat as I peered around and took in every detail I could, I cursed myself mentally for not fixing my war paint knowing it was smudged and more than likely looked rather messy but after all, I'm a soldier and that's the least of my concerns.

"This is the hallway to the main corridors, most of the others spend their time here when we're not out on a mission." He said motioning for the common room, three large couches all faced a larger tv, and a table was centered between the seats. I took in the room and nodded.

"You have a rather nice facility here, Captain," I said approvingly of the decor, it was way nicer than my previous base and I enjoyed it even though I would've been fine with just the basics, I was still grateful.

"We try to keep it cozy here, Siren. Missions are hard, it's enjoyable to come back and relax" He said as he motioned me through another hallway to show where the kitchen was as well as the bathrooms and shower facilities. I stayed quiet besides small words of appreciation for the base as we walked. I took in the emptiness of the base, referring to the lack of the others on the force but brushed it off, sure I would meet my new team soon enough. Price showed me through the rooms and led me to mine and I gratefully walked inside and he stayed at the door as I set down my singular bag. The room was simple, just the way I liked it. The walls were white and the queen bed sat in the middle of the room against the wall, a nightstand on either side and a small table and chair sat in the corner with a bookshelf next to it. I ran my hand across the bed before walking back to Price. A small approving smile on my face as my wall faltered a bit. Feeling comfortable in his presence as he was my superior but he also had a fatherly figure feel to him, he returned the smile.

"C'mon, let me take you to meet everyone." He said motioning with his head as he began walking down a hallway we haven't gone down yet, my eyes scanned the walls and the floor. Taking in the bright linoleum as my tan boots hit the hard floor rhythmically. My eyes landed on the walls to my left as they were now replaced with glass and I peered inside as we walked, admiring the large gym that was there. I took note of the large weights and the machines before my eyes landed on the group of men who surrounded a boxing ring. A small glint in my eyes as I felt excitement rush into my body. I followed Price inside the gym and he held the glass door open for me and I thanked him with a nod. My wall back up now as I walked beside Price to the other 141 members. He stopped just a few feet away from the ring, loudly announcing his arrival.

"Sorry to keep ya boys waiting." He said, the men turning to face him before their eyes landed on me. I took count of everyone there. I counted five men not counting Price and I examined them all, My eyes landed on a man to my left, he stood with a smile as a man with a mohawk leaned on him, his arm on his shoulder. The man spoke, giving me a courtesy nod as Price introduced him as Gaz. Gaz motioned to the man with the mohawk and introduced him.

"This is Soap," he said and Soap nodded, his eyes trained on mine, taking in my appearance rightfully. i was about to introduce myself before another voice spoke up. My gaze flickered to the somewhat muffled voice of a man wearing a mask, he was positioned in the ring, now leaning over the ropes.

"Keegan." He said shortly, offering me a nod as well before turning to peer at the man next to him in the ring. The much taller man stood next to him, his long cloth mask covering his face leaving only his piercing blue eyes to stare back at me. "this is Konig." Keegan said, introducing the man and I gave him a tight-lipped smile, it was polite just not nearly as nice as my usual smiles. Not wanting to drop my wall with them.

My eyes moved from Gaz and Soap to the man who towered over them as he walked over to join them, he wore a balaclava, his skull mask covering his face and my eyes locked onto his. Squinting slightly as my eyes met his and Price was quick to introduce him.

"That there is Ghost," he said and I kept my eyes on him, taking in his taller frame, he wasn't nearly as tall as Konig but his build stuck out to me. My attention was ripped away from him as Price introduced me.

"This is Siren, she's going to be joining the force, Her transfer was just finalized, and starting today she will be will us full-time for missions." He spoke clearly, and I turned to nod at the men as they all offered a quick,' it's nice to meet you' or 'we're happy to have you here' but I noticed that nothing came from Ghost, not even a word left his lips as he continued to watch me. I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning on my left leg.

Keegan spoke up, his eyes on mine. "We're just doing some sparring, care to join?" He asked, Extending the offer as Konig exited the ring, leaving just him. A glint was in my eyes as I took him up on his offer, Price patted my shoulder as i began walking. my stride strong as I made my way to the ring, taking his hand as he offered to pull me into the ring with him. He shook my hand, "Again, it is a pleasure to have you here, Siren." He said, His blue eyes meeting mine and I gave him a short response, it being the first time i spoke since meeting the others.

"Happy to be here," I said with a nod, releasing his hand before standing back. My eyes landed on the peculiar skull-masked man as he stood with his arms crossed just outside the ropes of the ring, his gaze on mine as he seemingly watched my body language. Konig took a place next to him and Price joined the others to watch Keegan and I spar. Gaz and Soap began speaking, hooting to everyone else outside the ring. "I place five on Siren!" Gaz said, his hand going in the air as he looked down the line and Price as well as Konig raised his hand as well, agreeing. "Yeah well, my money is on Keegan." Soap said peering at me and i rolled my eyes slightly in playful annoyance. I barely noticed as Ghost didn't place a bet.

"I don't doubt you, Siren, just let me see what you got," Soap said with a small chuckle at my antics as he grinned and it was hard to not mirror his. A slight smile crept onto my lips as I took my stance, just feet away from Keegan.

"I won't go easy on you, Siren." He said lowly, also taking his stance.

"Who said I liked it easy?" I asked with a small smirk, my eyes not leaving his. "Give me all you've got," I said, he quickly took that as the go-ahead and made his advance towards me, he was just inches away when he attempted to grab at my waist, i slipped my leg under him, hooking his and causing him to lose balance. He slipped and hit the harder flooring of the ring, quickly getting back up on his feet as i stepped back. My back was turned to the other men now and i could hear small hoots from who i recognized as Gaz and Soap.

"you got me there-" he admitted, making his way back over to me, throwing a punch and i blocked it, my hand grabbing his wrist and twisted his arm, mine wrapping around the back of his neck as I pulled him forward and down. My leg hooked around his neck, as i pulled myself up on his shoulders after knocking his left leg from under him, causing him to end up on his knees as my thighs were around his neck. My arm hooked under his chin as i pulled him backward. My back hit the cold ring floor as I kept him in a chokehold. He grunted, his hands grabbing at my arm as he attempted to claw at my grip with his fingers. His hips bucking, and I laughed lowly

A small smirk on my face, "Don't tell me you're done already, Keegan." I asked teasingly, squeezing my thighs tighter until I felt him tap my leg to tap out. I released my grip and let him slide off of me.

Ghost watched the sparring match with a keen eye, his arms still crossed over his chest. His gaze never wavered as i effortlessly took down Keegan, my movements fluid and calculated. He admired my skill, my confidence, and the way i controlled the situation. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, hidden behind the skull mask. As Keegan tapped out, Ghost stepped forward, his voice low and gravelly.

"Impressive, Siren. You certainly know how to handle yourself in a fight." He offered a nod of approval, acknowledging my prowess and i nodded back towards him after picking myself off the floor a smile on my face as my wall fell a bit. "I can see why Price brought you in." He then turned his attention to Keegan, extending a hand to help him up and I watched them interact.

i nodded towards him, "ya tsenyu tebya." I said, my mothers tongue rolling from my lips in a way of saying I appreciate him and his comment.

"Good effort, Keegan. Don't let it get to your head, though," Ghost said, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Siren's a force to be reckoned with."

Keegan grumbled, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, yeah, I'll remember that next time," he replied, shooting a playful glare at me. "You got lucky, Siren. Don't think this means I'll go easy on you next time."

I chuckled, a glint of mischief in my eyes. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Keegan. I thrive on a challenge."

The rest of the team gathered around, clapping me on the back and offering their congratulations. Gaz, always the joker, chimed in, "Looks like we've got another badass on our hands. Welcome to the team, Siren."

Soap grinned, his mohawk standing tall. "I can already tell we're gonna have a hell of a time with you around. Can't wait to see what else you've got up your sleeve."

Price, ever the mentor, placed a hand on my shoulder. "You've made quite the impression, Siren. Keep up the good work, and remember, we're a team. We've got your back."

Ghost remained silent, his eyes locked on me and i met his eyes, his masked face betraying nothing. He knew there was more to her than met the eye, and he looked forward to uncovering the layers beneath her tough exterior.

My wall went back up a bit after the hollering calmed down, my eyes met Ghosts as my expression was flat. I moved stray hairs from my face before hopping down from the ring. "I think I'm gonna shower, haven't taken a proper one in a hot minute." I said with a slight chuckle as my eyes left ghosts and returned to the others on the team.

"Alright, be sure to join us in the common room for dinner afterwards ya?" Soap asked, playfully slapping my arm and I nodded, smiling a bit.

"Ill be sure to join, see you guys in a bit." I said, my eyes landing back on ghosts before I turned to leave the gym. Following the hallway to my room and grabbing my toiletries as well as a pair of comfy sweats and a tank top before heading to the showering facilities. I walked inside, peering at all of the stalls before finding one that lacked a name, claiming it as my own before setting my clothes outside on the hook with a towel I grabbed from the basket. I quickly undressed and set my clothes down on the ledge outside the shower before going inside and arranging my soaps on the shelf inside the shower.

My shower wasn't the quickest as I relished in the warm temperature of the water, grateful for the heat and warmth it gave me as my previous base had only cold. I quickly got dressed and brushed my wet hair, letting it down and drying it with a towel before taking my dirty uniform and bringing it into my room, leaving it to wash for later as I made my way to the common room. I knew I was going the right direction, as I memorized the layout but I could smell the freshly made food from the kitchen as I could hear the booming laughter of the men as I approached the cozy living area.

I walked inside, my feet hitting the floor softly as I swayed into the room. Peering inside, Konig was the first to notice me and he patted the seat next to him on the couch as he was sitting alone. I gave him a small smile before taking a seat next to him. The couch directly in front of me sat, ghost who sat on the far left and soap who sat in the middle, gaz seated directly to his right. The couch to my left was empty as I assumed Price and Keegan were the ones making all of the commotion in the kitchen, preparing a meal for all of us.

Ghost glanced up as Siren entered the common room, a faint smile playing on his lips under his mask. He appreciated her punctuality and the way she carried herself with a mix of confidence and grace. As she took a seat next to Konig, Ghost leaned back against the couch, his eyes never straying far from her.

"About time you joined us, Siren," Ghost remarked, his voice low and tinged with a hint of amusement. "You sure took your sweet time in that shower."

I laughed, shaking my head as I brushed a stray hair from my face. "Well, Ghost, a proper shower is a luxury I don't take for granted. Can't rush perfection, can you?"

Gaz chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, Siren, you've got Ghost wrapped around your little finger already. Making him wait like that."

Ghost shot Gaz a mock glare, his lips curling into a smirk. "Don't get any ideas, Gaz. I'm just observing."

Soap, the peacekeeper, chuckled and nudged Ghost playfully. "Leave the lad be, Ghost. We all know you've got an eye for detail." I listened intently to the banter, rolling my eyes with a huff as I looked at Konig who sat silently, our eyes met and I could tell he gave me a smile by the way his eyes squinted, I smiled back.

As the aroma of the meal wafted through the air, I perked up like Soap did, "Where's Price and Keegan? They better not be eating all the good stuff without us." He said, as he sat forward, his arms on his thighs.

Just seconds later, Price and Keegan emerged from the kitchen, carrying trays of steaming food. Price placed the trays on the table with a flourish. "Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I promise it's worth it. Dig in, lads and lass."

My eyes lit up as I surveyed the food, portions of pasta, and various meats on the platters as they were set on the table. I waited for everyone to get their servings before grabbing my own, smaller portion. Somewhat embarrassed to be eating in front of people I didn't really know too well. My wall being bricked back up piece by piece. My expression losing anything that hinted emotion as I sat quietly, listening to everyone else banter, taking small bites of my food.

Ghost noticed my withdrawn demeanor as i sat quietly, my eyes downcast.

He sensed a guardedness within her, a wall that she had built up to protect herself. Ghost understood the need for self-preservation, but he also knew the importance of camaraderie and trust within their team.

Though he didn't speak up, silently eyeing her as she ate.

Once I finished my food I was quick to grab the dishes from everyone and made my way to the kitchen with a small smile towards Soap as he offered to help but I declined. Wanting to feel useful and to get away for a moment as I was slightly overwhelmed. My walls bricked up high as i entered the kitchen. Starting to rinse them and making sure to put them in the respective cupboards when i finished.

I sighed softly, moving my now dry hair from my face before turning to exit the kitchen. The sun had surely set, the clock reading 9 pm. I turned not expecting to see Ghost standing behind me, his gaze unreadable.

"Just checking to see if you were alright," he said, his voice low and gruff.

I eyed him curiously, "Checking to see if I could handle rinsing off a couple of plates? LT. I assure you I'm more than capable." She said bluntly,

Ghost's expression remained stoic, his eyes fixed on Siren as she responded to his concern. He could sense her walls rising higher, her determination to maintain her independence and distance from the rest of the team. He understood her need to prove herself, to show that she was more than capable of handling the simplest of tasks.

"I never doubted your capabilities, Siren," Ghost replied, his voice steady and firm. "But sometimes, it's not about what you're capable of. It's about knowing that you don't have to face everything alone."

My eyes narrowed slightly, my guard still firmly in place. Ghost could see the flicker of defiance within me, the desire to prove myself in every way possible.

"I appreciate the concern, LT," I said, my voice laced with a hint of stubbornness. "But I'm used to handling things on my own. I don't need anyone checking up on me."

Ghost's eyes softened, a trace of understanding mingling with his unwavering determination. He took a step closer to Siren, his presence looming over her.

"I know you're used to being independent, Siren," Ghost said, his voice low and reassuring. "But we're a team now. We watch each other's backs. We don't let anyone shoulder the burdens alone."

My gaze wavered, a mix of emotions dancing within my eyes. I knew that Ghost was right, that i couldn't keep everyone at arm's length forever. And deep down, I longed for the sense of camaraderie, support, and understanding that came with being part of Task Force 141.

With a sigh, I relented, my walls slowly crumbling. I nodded, a hint of vulnerability in my voice as I spoke.

"You're right, Ghost," I admitted, my voice softer now. "I'm still adjusting to being part of a team. I appreciate your concern, and I'll try to be more open to it."

Ghost nodded, a small smile hidden beneath his mask. He recognized the progress, the small crack in Siren's defenses that allowed the light of trust to seep in.

"That's all I ask, Siren," Ghost said, his voice filled with reassurance. "We're here for you, all of us. And we'll be by your side, no matter what."

I offered a small, grateful smile. The weight of my walls felt lighter now but were still up, not ready to let the security down yet. Worried about what could happen if I was too vulnerable. With Ghost's words echoing in my mind, I walked past him. Turning to face him as I reached the door.

"Goodnight Ghost," I said, my eyes locking with his for a moment

He nodded, "Goodnight, Siren."

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author note:

I hope that you guys enjoyed the first chapterrrr! there's not much for me to say other than if u have suggestions to tell, this is a brand new story so I'm not sure what my reach will be but comments are appreciated. ily!

alsoo this was originally posted on my wattpad which is in my bio! I'm posting chapters there and here! hope u enjoy whats coming! I'm in the works of finishing the next chapter as we speak!!

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Get Busy - Harai Kuko & Yamada Jiro (English Lyrics Translation)

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From Hypnosis Mic Division Rap Battle, Album The Block Party -HOMIEs- Lyrics, Compose: KENTA (WANIMA) Arrange: WANIMA

Lyrics:

灼熱のSummer 熱帯夜

The burning tropical summer heat

逆転のゴール Get right now

Got a goal to turn the tables, right now

はにかんだ虜厄介な

People who are trapped by their inhibition are so frustrating

Get get busy

Push it push it Buddy!!

絡まる眼と眼

The moment our eyes meet

それからその先イメトレ

I have already started practicing in my brain [1]

外せば Bad end

If you flee then it will definitely be a bad end

媚びずに勢い任せ

No flattery, let's push forward with great momentum

We better get busy

No, not today really…

Wait… why oh why oh

Olé, Olé, oh

[1] イメトレ=イメージトレーニング=Image training, as in picturing a situation in your mind and preparing for the real-life situation.

淡いLightのヒカリ

A faint ray of light

フロアを照らすよ

Is reflected on the floor

甘い香りとスパイシー

A sweet and spicy aroma

溢れるエクスタシー

Overflowing ecstasy

眩しいほど儚い

A dreamlike daze

膨らんで浮かぶよ

Expands and surfaces

いなす姿も床(ゆか)しい

The way you dodge is also so amusing

全ては絵空事

Everything is just a fantasy

滅多にねぇ

It’s not called being impulsive

もう2度と出会えねぇ

It's because I won’t meet this again

逃せばチャンスはねぇ

There’s no second chance if I run away now

焦る Wow

Getting impatient, Wow

Dip my mind

Dipping my mind in

そんくらい得難ぇ

Is not as easy as it sounds

ゆーてまだ夜はなげぇ

But the night is still young

届ける Midnight surprise

Please reach it in time, Midnight surprise

絡まる眼と眼

The moment our eyes meet

それからその先イメトレ

I have already started practicing in my brain

外せば Bad end

If you flee then it will definitely be a bad end

媚びずに勢い任せ

No flattery, let's push forward with great momentum

We better get busy

No, not today really…

Wait… why oh why oh

Olé, Olé, oh

繋がる点と点

Connecting the dots

これから朝まで Endless

It’s endless until dawn

決まれば Pop in

If you have made up your mind then pop in

跳ねるようにビートに合わせ

Let’s jump along the beat

燃え盛るFight 行方覗き見

The fight is heating up, and we are beginning to see our way ahead

Wait… why oh why oh

彩とりどりyo

Let’s have some fun, Yo

どうにかなりそうだって

Got this feeling that it will all work out somehow [2]

思わせぶりでもOK

It’s alright if you have to act a bit deceptive

悩殺悪戯に時とともに気持ち逆立って

So bothersome, suddenly getting this bad mood when I was playing pranks

お互い全部絞り出して

But if we squeeze all these thoughts out of our head

もちろん後腐れ無しで

Then we won’t have to worry about cleanup

到達ひたすらに時とともに

It’s time to be focused

歩み刻み合って… 痛ぇ…

Following every step… ouch it hurts…

[2] どうにかなりそう= “Somehow it has come to this”, it can carry very different tones depending on the situation, but judging from the context I imagine it’s the positive one. Please feel free to correct me!

滅多にねぇ

It’s not called being impulsive

もう2度と出会えねぇ

You won’t meet this again

逃せばチャンスはねぇ

There’s no second chance if you run away now

焦る Wow

Getting impatient, Wow

Dip my mind

Dipping my mind in

そんくらい得難ぇ

Is not as easy as it sounds

ゆーてまだ夜はなげぇ

But the night is still young

届ける Midnight surprise

Please reach it in time, Midnight surprise

鳴り止まぬサイレン

The siren won’t stop screaming

身体中に響いて

Its sound is echoing inside my body

交わり

Crossing paths

絡まる眼と眼

The moment our eyes meet

それからその先イメトレ

I have already started practicing in my brain

外せば Bad end

If you flee then it will definitely be a bad end

媚びずに勢い任せ

No flattery, let's push forward with great momentum

We better get busy

No, not today really…

Wait… why oh why oh

Olé, Olé, oh

繋がる点と点

Connecting the dots

これから朝まで Endless

It’s endless until dawn

決まれば Pop in

If you have made up your mind then pop in

跳ねるようにビートに合わせ

Let’s jump along the beat

燃え盛るFight 行方覗き見

The fight is heating up, and we are beginning to see our way ahead

Wait… why oh why oh

彩とりどりyo

Let’s have some fun, Yo

全身全霊でほら

See, I am putting my whole body and soul in

今怖がらないで欲しいんだ

I don’t want to be scared anymore

身を委ねて

Give your body in

Ratta Ratta Ratta Ratta yeah, yeah

Embed 何も聞かないで

Embed, don’t ask any questions

Fill in, 踊り続けて

Fill in, just keep on dancing

Fill out, 朝に持ち越して

Fill out, anything can wait till next morning

Ratta Ratta Ratta Ratta yeah, yeah

灼熱のSummer 熱帯夜

The burning tropical summer heat

逆転のゴール Get right now

Got a goal to turn the tables, right now

はにかんだ虜厄介な

People who are trapped by their inhibition are so frustrating

Get get busy

Push it push it Buddy!!

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Translator's notes:

This song is FIRE!! Till now, the this song has the most views among all teasers posted for the new -Block Party- albums with 500k views while most other songs only have 200k. And I really understand why!! It is super catchy and has that classic J-Rock sound to it. The band who wrote this song, WANIMA, is super popular in Japan as well. Please check them out too if punk rock is your thing!

Kuko and Jiro have such great chemistry here, and it's the kind of song that makes you feel very energetic. Absolutely love this song, I think it's probably the best from the two new album. Some of the lines are rather vague though, and I haven't checked out the drama track yet, so I don't know if the drama will give us more context. I will edit this post if I find out my interpretation was wrong xD

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