#I’m sorry khonshu I promise I’ll get back to you

[asimplearchivist]

well.

despite my better judgement (and the final draft I need to work on for my English class) I started a new pmd:eos save file.

couldn’t not get eevee bc that’s my Brand™️, but I decided to deviate from my personal canon and named her Saiorse instead with Sean the Shinx as her partner (instead of Celine and Tobias the Riolu); they’re team snowstorm bc she will evolve into a glaceon post game :)

I started the game yesterday evening and now I’m about to go into the northern desert.

(I’m getting the feels all over again God help me)

[melodygatesauthor]

Chapter 16: Those Three Words

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

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Chapter Summary

You and Steven finally get some one on one time together. There's an unexpected visitor before the night is through.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 3.2k

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You knocked on the door to Steven’s flat, stomach buzzing with excitement and anxiousness. You exhaled sharply, fidgeting with your fingers while you waited. You heard him on the other side, shouting that he’d ‘be right there’. You heard a crash and the sound of furniture scraping against the wood floor. Did he break something? After hearing the several locks come undone on the other side of the door, you were greeted by your dear Steven, looking just as disheveled as ever, with a dopey smile to match.

“Steven,” you smiled, feeling a lightness in your heart, “Steven…”

“Darling…”

Steven had never been rough with you, but he pulled you against himself as though you were his lifeline, harshly and desperately. His lips melted into yours, noisily as ever, moans rumbling up through his chest and into your mouth. You brought both your hands into his curls savoring the way they felt between your fingers. You sucked on his bottom lip gently, letting it snap back against his teeth.

“Oh I missed you love, I missed you so much,” he said before lifting you and walking you to the bed.

He didn’t want to waste any time being with you, he’d already wasted so much. He dropped you onto the bed, climbing over you, his mouth finding yours again quickly.

“I missed you too, so fucking much,” you breathed, going back for more messy, wet kisses.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, hovering with his lips just above yours. “I’m so,” kiss, “so,” another kiss, “so sorry.”

You grabbed his cheeks between your hands, “don’t ever leave me again Steven or I swear–”

“Never,” he latched his mouth over your neck hungrily, “I’ll never do anything to hurt you again love, I promise.”

You moaned while Steven lapped at your neck, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt and pulling it upward. He broke his mouth off your skin just long enough to get his shirt over his head before going back to latch his needy lips onto your throat.

Steven wanted to taste every inch of your body, devouring you slowly so he’d never forget what it felt like to have you. He’d missed you more than he could say with words. He had to show you, he had to feel you again. He peeled your shirt off, eyes going wide at the sight of your chest. He’d seen it before, of course, but being with you like this again was just as exciting as the first time, as he suspected it would be every time. He put his face down between your tits, groaning as he did and reaching behind your back to get your bra undone.

“God you smell so good darling, smell so…ah–mm.”

He pulled your bra off and immediately cupped your left breast, sucking your nipple in between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. You bit your lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. Steven noticed right away and shot his eyes up at you in a daring glare.

“Don’t do that, let me hear your pretty voice love, been too long…”

He moved over to your other breast, focusing on the hardened peak there, pinching the one he’d just abandoned between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned loudly for him, just like he’d asked, and you felt his entire body respond to your sounds. He trembled, a groan coming out of him in a shuddering breath against your skin. You felt his hips roll forward, mouth open against your tit while he moaned, drooling down the sides.

“F-fuck, Steven.”

He peppered you with kisses, trailing from your chest, down over your tummy and stopping right above your skirt.

“Wore this just f’me didn’t you darling?” He pushed the garment up roughly, “you know just what I like, and these little panties…mm,” you heard him make a sound resembling a low growl.

He ran his finger over the thin fabric separating your cunt from his face. He couldn’t believe how wet and eager you were already. There were many things he missed about you, and this was one of them. He pressed his face against your mound, inhaling deeply and then sighing a satisfied exhale.

“S-Steven a-are you…”

He looked at you over your bunched up skirt, “I can’t help it love, call me a freak if you want but…can’t help it.”

He went back in, inhaling again and using his teeth to tease you through the lacy panties covering your beautiful little pussy lips. He missed your taste, sweeter than honey, your smell, more fragrant than the prettiest flowers. Steven put a hand underneath both of your knees and pushed your legs back against your torso, holding them in place with his arm. He then hooked a finger in your underwear and pulled them over your thighs, letting them rest there.

“Missed you too, pretty little thing,” he said to your pussy as though it were a different entity entirely.

He licked a stripe between the lips, gulping as he collected a glob of your slick arousal in his mouth. He exhaled like he’d just had a cool drink of water. He brought his mouth back over your nub, suckling it between his lips and flicking his tongue out, forcing a sharp gasp from your mouth. Steven’s arm pressed more firmly against the backs of your trembling thighs, keeping you folded in half and exposed for him. Both of your hands dropped to the sheets, balling them up in your hands while he slurped over your mound.

“Oh god, Steven, y-yes!”

Steven brought a finger to your entrance, swirling around the hole but not pushing through. He worked over you until his index was coated, bringing the tip of his finger to the tight rim of your lesser used hole. You bit your lip, knowing what he was thinking. He slid his finger into you slowly, made easier by the slick that had trickled down there. You gasped as he moved in further. You could feel the bastard smiling against your folds.

“Steven, oh fuck-oh-god-fuck.”

He started pumping his finger into you faster, enjoying the whimpers falling from your lips. He moved his tongue masterfully over your clit, paying close attention to what made you squirm the most. Your body shook, he loved the way you were so sensitive and responsive to everything he did to you. Your hole clenched around his finger, your thighs tensed under his arm as he kept them in place.

He dragged his tongue through your slit again, slurping up what mess had accumulated there before going back to work on your clit. You felt the unmistakable tingling heat pooling in your core, the overwhelming sensations sending you over the edge faster than ever before. You bit your lip, huffing loudly through your nose.

Steven could feel the way your hole cut the circulation off in his finger when you came. Your cunt throbbed, coating his chin in even more slick arousal than before. He moaned into your pussy, feeling his cock starting to twitch in his pants. Shit, he thought, feeling the cum shooting into his boxer-briefs. His breathing was ragged and wrecked as he bucked his hips forward, embracing the orgasm that he’d tried to put off.

Something about making you come made him feel so good he couldn’t help it. He fed his own moans into your mound, breathing deeply and gliding his clothed cock over the mattress through his climax. Nothing felt as exciting as getting you off, not to Steven anyway.

“Damnit,” he muttered, once you were both finished.

He sat up, letting your shaking legs fall down to the mattress. You smirked and looked at him, recognizing the sated gaze he gave you in return. You looked down and noticed the dark spot on his pants immediately, giggling loudly. You toed off your panties, which still sat around your knees. 

“Come here,” you said, holding out your arms to him, and he complied, crawling up to lay on the pillows next to you.

Steven put his toned arms around your torso, pulling your bare chests together in a tight embrace. He kissed your nose before slotting his lips over yours, still tasting like your arousal mixed with his own signature flavor. You could’ve stayed like that forever, wrapped in each other’s arms without a care in the world.

“Steven…” you said, looking up at him longingly.

“Yes darling?” He said, looking at you with that deep hooded gaze that made your toes curl.

“I love you,” you said softly, brushing a curl from where it’d fallen into his eyes.

Steven’s heart stopped beating in his chest. His mouth fell open and he just stared at you. His mind was buzzing, not only with his thoughts, but Jake and Marc were there too. They weren’t supposed to be, they’d said they would give Steven his time, but you saying those words had sparked something in their head. 

“Y-you…sorry what?”

“She said she loves you pendejo, say it back!”

“You too!” Steven shouted in a panic. You jumped, resulting in both of you giggling foolishly. “I’m sorry, Jake was…he was yellin’ at me and it took me off guard.” You both sighed while your laughter settled. Steven cupped your cheek, looking affectionately into your eyes, “I love you too.”

You kissed him deeper, fumbling with the buttons of his trousers while you did. It was easy to let go of all the things he’d done and said go when you were there with him. You loved the way he felt about you, as though it spilled out of his body with every sweet word and permeated the air around you. Steven truly did love you. Despite his mistakes, despite the break up, and despite everything else, he loved you.

“You know we still have to tell her about Egypt, hermano.”

Steven ignored Jake, not wanting to ruin this reunion with more nonsense. He would tell you later when he had the chance. Your hands worked to unbutton his pants and get them pulled down. He did the rest of the work, sliding the cum soiled clothing off his legs and tossing it aside.

You felt Steven’s softened cock with your hand, brushing your fingertips against his balls and holding the other bits in your palm. Even when he wasn’t aroused, his member felt heavy and large in your hand. Steven brought his hand between the two of you moving your hand out of the way and jerking his palm around his flaccid dick.

“Kiss me, love,” he urged, as though you hadn’t been doing that all along.

You got more passionate, moaning into the kiss and tangling your fingers in his hair. You made a point of rubbing your hard nipples against his chest and rolling your hips against where his fist was at work, trying to bring his cock back to life. He whined into you, muttering ‘that’s it, yes, keep going’, on repeat. You felt him getting harder, the fat tip once again hungry and searching for your cunt to plunge into.

Steven was shaking with excitement again, staying parallel to you as he lifted your leg and shifted his hips to guide his member to your impossibly slick entrance. His lips never left yours as he slipped inside, choking on his moans as he felt your walls flutter around him in response. He started thrusting, enjoying the softness of your voice as you whined into every kiss.

“Jake did such a good job stretchin’ you out for us, didn't he love? Doesn’t hurt like it did before, does it?” Steven’s mouth trailed over your jaw and down to your neck. “Still s-so tight though.”

You reached your hand to Steven’s which was still wrapped around the other side of your leg, keeping it pulled up so he could fuck into you harder. You laced your fingers with his, to which you felt him smile against your lips. Nothing had ever felt as right to you as having Steven in your arms.

Steven hadn’t forgotten how good it felt to be inside of you, but he sure did miss how good it felt. Your tight little cunt took him so well, just like it had the first time he felt it. He felt your hand in his and cherished the way his whole body felt alive with you embracing him. Now that he had you back, he wasn’t going to let anything change that. He damned himself for ever pushing you away in the first place. He didn’t care if he had to quit his job as your professor, he was never walking away from you again.

“Oh my g-god Steven!” You cried out as his teeth made contact with your neck, sucking the skin through his lips and biting down gently.

“Missed those pretty sounds you make t-too, missed-all-of-it.”

He punctuated each word with a thrust, his movements getting more desperate and ragged with every pass. Your fingers dug into his skin resulting in a moaning gasp from his lips. Steven, always so messy, started drooling down your neck and chest while he mouthed at your body. He was whimpering so loudly you could hardly hear your own sounds over his.

“That’s it love, that’s it. You’re-so-fuckin’-wet-I–!” He grunted, “oh…you hear that?” He slowed down, sliding back until he was about to fall out and then moved forward again slowly until he was flush against your hips. “Such a soaking wet mess, all f’me darling.”

He sped up again, pumping into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried out, voice wavering with every slam of his hips against yours. You held onto him tightly while he jackhammered forward, huffing into your ear as he did. You felt a shift in his body, and he pushed you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs hurriedly. He hunched forward, angling himself so he could get deeper, bottoming out inside of you.

Steven was mesmerized, watching your tits bounce with every forward snap of his hips. He leaned down, never slowing his pace, taking one of your peaked breasts in his mouth. You gasped at the new sensation, arching your chest and holding the back of his head in place over you. He smacked his lips over your nipple, nibbling with his teeth gently. His free hand worked its way to your hip, grabbing tightly to keep you in place.

“S-Steven I–! Oh shit!”

You came again right then, walls contracting around every inch of his cock while he fucked you through it. You felt him too, spilling his hot spend into you, breathing noisily as he did. He squeezed your body so tight you thought you might break while his length throbbed inside of you, stretching you wider with every shot of warmth it had. You both felt empty and weak when you were done, collapsing on the bed next to each other heavily.

“That was…oh god love that was…”

“Amazing,” you said softly, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah.”

You both laid there for several moments before a loud grumble erupted from your stomach. You hadn’t eaten properly all day, nerves making it nearly impossible for you to find anything appetizing. Steven chuckled when he heard it.

“I hear you tummy,” he laughed, leaning over and kissing just above your navel, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of you too.”

“You’re a dork,” you couldn’t help but laugh as well, kissing the top of his head.

“I’ll go get takeout. You just stay put, alright?” He tapped your nose.

You nodded with the dumbest smile on your face. Steven kissed your lips softly once more before hopping off the bed, dressing himself quickly and leaving the apartment to get some food for your grumbling stomach. You sighed and fell back onto the bed, smiling stupidly to yourself. Your mind was buzzing with excitement, thinking about Steven…but you also couldn’t help your thoughts from wandering to Jake as well. You wondered if he would ever make an appearance again, or if he would be too worried about upsetting you even further.

If you were being honest with yourself, you did want to see Jake again. You wanted to know more about the mystery man who helped bring you and Steven back together. You thought about the kiss on the park bench, the way his lips felt so desperate to stay on yours despite him pulling back from you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Was it possible to love both of them at the same time? Would Steven be alright with that? You didn’t even know how to begin navigating this whole thing.

After a few more moments, you got off the bed. You rifled through Steven’s drawers, finding a shirt to put on and sliding your underwear back over your legs. It didn’t take long for you to find something to watch on the television. Steven had the history channel still up and you knew it would probably be a good idea for you to try and absorb some of it, considering your attendance had been spotty at best.

In an hour he returned, you heard the paper bag rustling as he walked to the kitchen, dropping the meal on the table. You smiled, excitement fluttering through your body at the thought of food…and seeing Steven again. You felt so silly, being so smitten like that, but you couldn’t help it. There was a reason you went back to Steven, and why you’d never walk away again. You were in love with him. It was that simple, and that complicated all at once.

You walked to the kitchen and he was standing there back to.

“You gonna make me wait until I starve to death or…oh.”

You realized immediately that Steven wasn’t fronting. When he turned around, you were met with Marc’s face. It was still so remarkably like and unlike Steven’s all at once. Their facial features were the same, of course, but their expressions…they were so vastly different.

“Marc…” you said softly.

He looked you up and down, scowling and looking like he wanted to throw you out of the flat on your ass, and if he didn’t care about Jake and Steven at all, he would’ve. He didn’t know if he could say he hated you, but you were making things so, so complicated, and Marc liked to keep things safe, easy, and simple. He looked you over. Objectively speaking you were pretty. He could see why the other two liked you.

Is…is that my… he thought to himself, and he felt his breath catch in his chest. Why was that the thing that made his hardened exterior falter? It was just you…wearing his shirt…in your underwear…without a bra on. Was it cold in there?

He sighed, trying to compose himself, “is that my shirt?”

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I'm Tired

Franchise: Marvel (Moon Knight)

Pairing: Marc Spector & Steven Grant x male!reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood, angst, guns, severe injuries, angst, sad Marc, angry Marc, sad Steven, DID I MENTION ANGST

Summary: A mission in Guatemala goes perfectly. Well, not so perfectly.

A/N: get your translators out, it takes place in Guatemala and there's a lot of Spanish and I forgot to write down the English translations and I don't speak Spanish so I just used Google Translate (I'm sorry if I got anything wrong); also, reader used to be the avatar of Osiris but in the same way Mrc/Steve/Jake are the avatar of Khonshu, like he went on missions and had powers and stuff

The mission was a success.

Khonshu had you, Marc and Steven deal with a drug ring that had been terrorizing a small town in Guatemala. The ring was taken down, the threat was neutralized, and the town was safe once again. Everything went according to plan.

Until it didn’t.

You were already pretty busted up after your scrapes with the members of the cartel and you were wishing you still had Osiris’s protection. You were limping, favouring your left leg; your arm was definitely broken in at least three places; and there was blood everywhere. As you were walking to meet Marc and Steven outside, you heard shuffling behind you.

“Marc?” You murmured quietly, hoping it was one of your moon boys. “Steven?”

Instead, you were met with a member of the cartel that you hadn’t yet neutralized. Before you can react, the man draws his gun and shoots you twice in the gut. Without further ado, he runs off into hiding.

You’re too surprised to react any way other than shocked. Your hands fly up to cover your stomach as blood pours out between your fingers. You gasp for air and blood trickles from your lips. You stumble into the wall for support. Your senses stop working; you can’t hear anything other than your own ragged, uneven breathing. Your vision blurs, clears, then blurs again. You vaguely think you can hear your boys calling for you, but you can’t be sure.

You slide to the ground, still clutching your bleeding stomach. A figure kneels next you; judging by the cape you think you see, it’s Marc.

Your ears are ringing. If he’s talking to you, you can’t tell. His firm hands cup your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him. You blink your bleary eyes, begging silently for them to focus. Coughs suddenly wrack your body and you almost double over when more blood leaves your mouth. Marc’s talking is still muffled, but he picks you up with no argument from you.

Your good arm is pressed against his chest and your head falls onto his shoulder.

“…Breathing,” Marc says. It’s the end of a sentence and your hearing only returns to hear the last word. “Just keep breathing, baby.”

“M-Marc,” you say weakly.

“Hey, there you are,” Marc says through a nervous laugh. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“Where…” You interrupt yourself with another cough. “Steven?”

“I’m gonna get you back to the car and then I’ll let Steven out, okay?”

You nod slowly, burying your face in his shoulder. “Hurts,” you whisper. Your forehead is pressed against the bandage fabric of his suit.

“I know, baby, I know. We’re almost there, I promise. We’re gonna get you help.”

“Layla?” You ask softly.

“I’ll call her, it’s alright. Just stay awake for me, okay?”

Though it feels like an eternity, you reach the car where Marc had hidden it before you went in to take out the drug ring. He manages to get you into the front passenger seat. Your head droops tiredly as Marc takes a step back. His suit dematerializes and a moment later, a worried British accent meets your ears.

“Y/N?” Steven asks, leaning into the car to look you over. “Oh my days, I didn’t want it to be as bad as it looked… we’ve gotta get you to hospital, love…”

Marc takes the body again, shuts the door, and jogs back to the driver’s side to get the car started. You can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness as the drive begins. The vibrations from the rough terrain mixed with the heat inside the vehicle threaten to lull you to sleep.

“I’m tired, babe,” you whisper.

“No, no, no, stay with me, stay with me,” Marc says. He reaches over to you and takes your hand in his, despite the coating of blood over your palm and fingers. “We’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you, we’re getting help. You’re gonna be okay.”

The numbness you had originally felt begins to fade and you wince, screwing your eyes shut as pain begins to wash over you.

“M-Marc, it… it hurts…” The car bounces over a bump in the road and you gasp in pain, your head hitting the headrest, which definitely isn’t good for the already pounding ache that already resides there - you might have a concussion.

“Just hold on, baby, we’re almost there.”

You don’t entirely remember what else happens on the way to the closest hospital. It’s all a blur, even as Marc pretty much carries you into the emergency room, yelling in Spanish for anyone’s attention.

“Necesitamos un doctor!” He hollers. “Por favor, necesita ayuda, por favor!”

Somehow, you find yourself on a gurney. A drop of blood drips from the corner of your mouth when you start to cough again. Everyone around you is shouting in Spanish. You can’t entirely understand them; Marc only just started teaching you and Steven how to understand Spanish about a month ago. One nurse in particular has their hands putting pressure on your wounds to keep you from bleeding out more than you already have. You know Marc is with you because he’s still holding your hand, refusing to let go of you.

“No lo dejes morir, no puede morir, por favor,” Marc begs the doctors, keeping his firm grasp on your hand.“No puedo perderlo.”

“Vamos a hacer todo lo que podamos, señor,” one of the nurses says. “Puedes decirme tu nombre y el de él?”

“Soy…” Marc hesitates. “Soy Marc Spector. Se llama Y/N L/N.”

“Sr. Spector, voy a necesitar que mantenga la calma, por favor. Cuidaremos bien de él, pero necesitamos que lo sueltes por ahora, de acuerdo?”

“Marc,” you groan, your face scrunched in pain. “Don’t go, please, don’t go.”

“I have to, baby, I’m sorry. They’re going to take care of you, okay? I’ll be there when you wake up, I promise.”

Very reluctantly, Marc lets his hand drop from yours. He watches the nurses roll your gurney down the hallway until you turn a corner. That’s when he breaks.

He stumbles back into the wall, sliding to the floor and burying his head in his hands. Silent sobs begin to wrack his body, tears streaming down his face. His fingers rake through his hair and his eyes are already burning.

“I should’ve been there,” he murmurs half to himself and half to Steven’s reflection on the floor. “We should have been there.”

“Marc, we can’t blame ourselves for this,” Steven says gently. “All we can do is hope we got there in time for him to be okay. All we can do is wait.”

“Sr. Spector?”

Marc looks up to see one of the doctors that had rolled your gurney to surgery. He quickly composes himself, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands and pushing himself to his feet. “Sí? Puedo ayudarlo, doctor?”

“Puedo hacerle algunas preguntas sobre sus heridas? También tengo papeleo que necesito que llenes. Solo necesitamos toda la información que podamos recopilar para poder ayudar a su…?” He hesitates.

“Mi amigo,” Marc says, awkwardly and reluctantly, “pero es más o menos de la familia. Lo amo, sabes?”

“Eres familia, esencialmente?”

“Sí.”

“Nuestros cirujanos lo están cuidando mientras hablamos. Podemos sacar el papeleo del camino y podemos mantenerlo actualizado sobre su condición. Suena bien?”

Marc nods numbly. “Sí, gracias. Puedo encontrarte en la sala de espera? Solo necesito usar el baño muy rapido.”

“Seguro. Estaré esperando. Tómate todo el tiempo que necesites. Justo por este pasillo, la última puerta a la derecha.”

“Gracias.”

Marc treads down the hall and slips into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He braces his hands on either side of the sink and stares into the mirror. “Steven?” He says in a small voice. He watches his reflection change, showing Steven pacing nervously.

“Yeah, I’m here,” Steven murmurs. “You know you can’t let me out yet, though, right?”

“I know, I know,” Marc says. “I wish I could. I don’t know how to deal with this, I don’t know what to do with myself.” He cards his fingers through his hair. “Y/N’s hurt bad and I couldn’t stop it and I can’t fucking fix it either.”

“Marc,” Steven says in a surprisingly calm tone. Marc looks at him in the mirror. “We will deal with these emotions, I promise. But right now, I’m sorry, but you have to go out there with that doctor and get the paperwork sorted. I’m still gonna be here, obviously, but you’re the only one of us that speaks Spanish.”

“Fine, I know.” Marc turns on the tap. He washes the blood off his hands, then splashes some water on his face. “When we get home, Y/N isn’t going on missions for a long while, even after he’s fully healed.”

“It’s not his fault he got shot, Marc!”

“I know it isn’t but he got hurt while I had the body and I can’t let it happen again! I won’t lose him, I can’t lose him.”

“He was an avatar.”

“Yeah, was, Steven. Past tense. He can’t heal the way he used to anymore.”

Steven is silent for a moment. “Call Layla,” he says quietly.

“What?”

“She needs to know too, she cares about him. Call her.”

A shaky breath escapes Marc’s lips as he leans against the sink, pulling out his phone. He finds Layla’s number. His hand is trembling when he brings the phone to his ear. His other hand grips the sink almost hard enough to break it. His knuckles go white.

Layla answers after four rings.

“Marc? It’s like two in the morning. What’s going on?”

“It’s… it’s about Y/N,” Marc says slowly, trying to keep his breathing regulated. “He got hurt on a mission. Really, really badly hurt, and I couldn’t stop it, and-”

“Where are you?” She asks quickly. “I’m coming.”

“Hospital in Melchor de Mencos. Guatemala.”

“I’ll get the first plane out of Mexico City, I can be there in 7 hours. How is he?”

“They, they took him into surgery soon as we got here. I gotta go fill out paperwork ‘cause I’m the only one fluent in Spanish,” Marc explains.

“You can’t even let Steven out?”

“Not yet. Not until the paperwork’s done. You’re coming?”

“Of course, I’m coming. I’ll see you in seven or eight hours.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay, see you then.”

Layla hangs up and Marc shoves his phone in his pocket again. He clenches and unclenches his fists over and over again, trying to keep his cool. His eyes feel like they’re on fire and he still can’t control how much he’s shaking. There’s a lump in his throat that won’t go away.

“All you can do now is sign the papers, Marc,” Steven says gently from the reflection. Marc looks up at him. Steven’s eyes are red and his face is shiny with fresh tears.

“Sign the papers,” Marc replies softly. He takes a deep breath, unlocks the bathroom door, and walks back down the hallway to the waiting room.

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Marc falls asleep in an uncomfortable chair after all the paperwork. He’s gently shaken awake and he opens his eyes to see Layla.

“You made it,” he murmurs.

“You told them about me,” she replies, sitting beside him.

“Well, I didn’t know if they’d let you in otherwise. Better safe than sorry.”

“What exactly did you tell them?”

Marc sits up properly, rolling his neck to get rid of the stiffness. “Told them you were family. Figured then they’ll let us see him sooner after he gets out.”

Layla hums in response. “How’d the mission go?”

“It was perfect until some fuck hurt Y/N,” Marc says bitterly. “If that guy was still there, I would’ve killed him.”

“Marc…”

“He hurt him and I couldn’t-”

“Hey, don’t do that to yourself,” Layla says, gently putting her hand on his arm. “Thinking like that isn’t gonna help anyone in this scenario; me or you two or Y/N. There’s nothing you could have done and it’s not your fault. As terrible as it is, shit happens. I’m here for all three of you. It’s going to be alright. Unfortunately, all we can do now is wait and see the results, you know?”

Marc sighs, carding his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. We just wait."

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Both of them end up falling asleep in the waiting room even though they’d told themselves that they’d stay awake.

A nurse wakes Marc and Marc wakes Layla.

“Is he okay?” Layla asks.

“He is asleep,” the nurse says through a thick accent. “Painkillers. He spoke English. Not many doctors knew what he was saying. He was asking for Marc, Steven and Layla.”

“That’s us,” Marc says. “Can we see him? Please?”

“He will not be conscious just yet, but yes.”

The nurse leads us down a few hallways to Y/N’s room. “If he wakes, do not overwhelm him. Be gentle,” he adds.

“Muchas gracias, señor,” Marc says, silently stepping into the room with Layla on his heels. Marc has to brace himself against the wall at the sight of you.

Your left leg is propped up and casted, another cast encasing your entire left arm. Your forehead is bandaged and the lights are mostly off in the room - a concussion, Marc assumes (and correctly so). You’re too bandaged up to need to bother with a hospital gown but, save for your propped up leg, your lower half is covered with a blanket.

“Shit,” Marc whispers, though he’s not entirely sure if it was him or Steven that said it. He’s pretty sure he’s got the body right now, even if part of him wishes he could hand it over to Steven. Not yet. He wasn’t going to hide from this, as much as it hurt to see.

He’s slow in his movements to sit in the chair to the right of you. Layla pulls up a chair next to him. His trembling hand reaches out to hold yours closest to him. He blinks back tears, gripping your hand unintentionally tight. His thumb brushes over your knuckles and he bows his head, covering his face with his free hand.

“My fault,” he murmurs almost inaudibly. Layla frowns a little.

“Marc-”

“It’s my fault,” Marc stresses.

Knowing there’s no use arguing with him, Layla gently squeezes his arm. “I’m gonna get some air for a minute.”

“You’re not staying?”

“I’ll be back, I promise. You want a coffee?”

“What, you mean the shitty vending machine coffee that all hospitals have?” Marc asks sarcastically. Layla nods. “Yeah, sure. I could use the caffeine. Maybe one for Steven too?”

Layla smiles gently. “I’ll be back soon.”

Minutes after Layla’s gone, Marc still hasn’t said a word and you’re still unconscious next to him. He knows the doctors say you’ll be alright, but he can’t help worrying anyway.

————————

You could hear the people in your room before you could see them.

First, it was doctors speaking Spanish. It all sounded like gibberish to you, despite Marc having taught you some Spanish a little while back. It was after they’d gotten you out of surgery, before the extra painkillers they’d pumped you with. You hadn’t had the energy to open your eyes to confront the doctors, so you’d passed out again.

Then, it was two voices - familiar voices. Voices so agonizingly familiar that you’d silently prayed to the gods that you could open your eyes to see if it was who you thought it was. Then, you passed out again.

The third time, you don’t hear much, just someone shifting beside you. Something - no, someone - is holding your right hand. It’s no doctor, you can’t feel the latex gloves they all wear. It’s calloused. It’s a hand you’ve held before.

It’s one of your boys.

You finally, finally, manage to open your eyes. You tilt your head to the right. Your gaze is blurry at first. You blink a few times before managing to get a clear picture of the man in the chair next to you. His head is bowed but he’s gripping your hand like you’re about to disappear.

“Fuck, Y/N, if you die, I’m gonna kill you,” a rough voice says. American. Marc. He sounds like he’s been either crying or sleeping or both for quite a while.

“Well, don’t get your hopes up,” you mutter. Your throat is bone dry.

Marc’s head shoots up so fast you’re surprised he doesn’t break his neck. You shoot him a weak smile before you start coughing. He immediately lets go of your hand to reach for the pitcher of water on the table next to the hospital bed, filling one of the little plastic cups stacked next to it. He passes it to you. You manage to stop coughing long enough to down the little cup of water. It soothes your parched throat immediately.

“Fuck, I needed that,” you mumble. “Desert.” You clear your throat and thankfully you don’t start coughing again. “Hi,” you add awkwardly.

“Hey,” Marc says, though he can’t hide the way his voice cracks a little. His eyes are glistening. You frown worriedly.

“Marc, baby…” you whisper. You reach your hand up to wipe away a couple of stray tears from his face. ���Don’t cry for me. I’m here. I’m here, my love.”

“I thought… we thought that we were gonna lose you.” His voice is thick with emotion and you wish you could wash away his pain right then and there.

“You won’t lose me. Not if I have any say in it. Come here.”

He wipes his face with his sleeve as he pushes himself to his feet. “What?”

You scowl teasingly up at him. “I wanna kiss you but I can’t exactly move, dumbass, you need to come to me.”

A smile tugs at Marc’s lips as he leans down to press his to yours. Your good hand reaches up to hold his cheek as you practically melt into the kiss. When Marc pulls away, you try to chase after his lips, but you push yourself up too far. You wince and lay back down, gasping in pain. Concern flashes over Marc’s face.

“Are you alright?” He asks quickly.

“Mhm,” you murmur through clenched teeth. “Just moved, moved a bit too much.”

“Should I get a doctor back in here?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine, it’s okay.” You take a few deep breaths, trying to relax your tense body. “Yeah… yeah, I’m okay.” You pause for a moment. “Is… is Steven there?”

Marc’s body language changes, and you know you’re looking at Steven now.

“Oh my days, I was so worried,” he says. He leans forward and kisses your forehead, then your cheek. He almost pulls away completely, but you grab the collar of his shirt with your good hand and pull him down to kiss you on the lips. The kiss lasts a solid few seconds before you let him go. You smile a little as he sits back down.

“I’ll be okay,” you say quietly, holding your hand out. He slips his into your grasp, giving it a squeeze. “It’s like I told Marc, I’m not going anywhere if I can help it, Steven. You’re stuck with me.” You chuckle a little. “Sucks to suck.”

Steven rolls his eyes fondly. “I’d like to see you living and breathing on this earth for a little while longer, thank you very much.”

You smile gently. “I love you both.”

“We love you too, Y/N/N.”

“You’re awake!”

You turn your head towards the door and your grin widens when you see Layla holding a tray of three shitty vending machine coffees.

[A/N: no, she totally doesn’t almost drop them when she sees that you’re conscious, I dunno what you’re talking about…]

She puts the tray on a table and rushes to your side to hug you. She nearly pushes Steven out of the way just so she can get to you on your good side.

“Not too tight, the ribs, the shots,” you hiss out when you feel a stinging sensation from your torso. Layla apologizes immediately, loosening her grip but not quite pulling away just yet. Eventually she does, sitting down next to Steven. His demeanour changes, signalling the return of Marc. He looks over at her.

“Coffee?” He asks, his voice a little hoarse.

“Oh, shit, right.”

Layla retrieves the coffee tray and puts it on the table next to your bed. There are names scribbled on each one; Marc, Steven, Layla.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get you one,” she admits, “I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

You shake your head. “S’okay. I probably shouldn’t have anything more than water right now. Plus it tastes like ass.”

“You’re not wrong,” Marc says, taking a swig of his coffee and nearly choking on it. “Fuck, that’s terrible.” He hesitates. He takes another sip. He straightens up as he puts his cup down. He reaches for Steven’s and takes a sip.

“Oh, bloody hell, that’s horrible.” He takes a second sip.

There’s a knock on the door and doctor begins to enter. Steve surrenders the body to Marc, in case of a need to speak Spanish.

“Buenos, días,” the nurse from earlier greets us. “Soy Dr. Juliàn Laguna. Soy el que supervisa el cuidado del Sr. L/N. Todos sois familia, sí?”

“Sí, es su hermano,” Marc lies, gesturing to Layla. “Estarà bien?”

“Sufrió muchas heridas. Su pierna está rota en un lugar mientras que su brazo está roto en tres. Dos costillas fracturadas. Conmoción cerebral de tercer grado. Tuvo suerte con la colocación de las heridas de bala. Bueno, tan afortunado como uno puede ser cuando te han disparado. Pudimos curarlo bien en la cirugía. Con el tiempo, sanará y estará bien.”

“What’s he saying?” You ask quietly.

“You broke your leg in one place and your arm in three. Two fractured ribs. They patched up the gunshot wounds well in surgery. With time you’ll heal and you’ll be alright,” Marc translates, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Muchas gracias, doctor, no sé- no sabemos qué haríamos sin él. Gracias.”

“Por supuesto. La muerte tendrá toda la lucha para sacarlo de esta tierra.” He clears his throat. “Les dejaré tener más tiempo para ustedes.”

“Gracias, doctor,” Marc says.

“So, I’ll be okay, right?” You asks quietly.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Marc says reassuringly. He takes your hand in his and presses his lips to your scratched and bruised knuckles. “We’re gonna take you home as soon as we can. As soon as the doc gives the go ahead, we’re hopping on a plane and we’re out of here.”

“Good,” you say immediately. “I think I’ll be taking a break from fighting for a little while. I’ll take the sidelines.”

Marc looks surprised. Sure, he told Steven and Layla that he wanted you to sit out once you fully healed, but he didn’t expect you to feel the same about it.

“Are you sure?” He asks gently.

You shoot him a tight smile. “More or less. I like being out there to watch your six, but this was too close of a near death experience for my liking,” you explain. “Plus, I’ll be able to take care of you when you get home. Both of you,” you add, shooting a glance and a smile at Layla. “Besides, since I’m not with Osiris anymore, I really need to take it easy.”

You squeeze Marc’s hand. “You won’t have to worry about me then either.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you,” he insists.

“You know what I mean, dumbass.” You pause for a moment. “So. When can we go home?”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This has been sitting in my writing folder for a hot minute so I figured I'd finish it. Also I know virtually nothing about Guatemala including knowing nothing about Guatemalan healthcare but what little research I did had me decide to have Marc hide his relationship with Y/N for fear of homophobia but I wrote that bit a while back idk... Anyway, might make a fluffy little part two of Marc and Steven taking care of the reader while he heals 👀 lmk if you want it 👀 feed back is encouraged and appreciated! Have a lovely day!

[lizzie-is-here]

lonely is a man without love

part vii- choice

“hug me like the night holds the moon” - alexandra vasiliu

summary: fighting egyptian gods honestly isn’t that bad, especially when marc and steven look so good in their suits

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: language, violence, honestly i think that’s it, not much fluff but i’ll make up for it in the last part i promise

a/n: thank y’all for being so patient with me, this isn’t the last part, there will be one more bc i want the moon boys to meet the avengers 😏 also wondering how oscar isaac feels knowing he’s played some of the hottest characters to exist bc my miguel obsession is concerning 💀 i hope y’all enjoy, love you all sm, have a great day 🫶🫶🫶

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“That’s fucking disgusting,” you murmur to yourself as three bullets fall out of your slowly-healing wounds.

Coming back from the dead was remarkably unremarkable, you think. However, the sensation of ammunition leaving your body on its own was rather unpleasant.

Heaving strained sighs, you wring out your hair as you make sure the room is empty.

“Ok, Taweret, what now?” you ask.

You don’t expect your body to seize up, and for her voice to leave your throat as you uncontrollably spew words.

“There will be an opening in a nearby wall to where Khonshu’s ushabti is at the Chamber of the Gods. Do you see it?”

You gasp, coughing from the intrusion. A few yards away, the bricks open, revealing a shady tunnel with glowing hieroglyphs. You still don’t fuck with small, dark, magic tunnels. But, you suppose you don’t have much of an option.

“Alright. I’m going in.”

The tunnel opens up to a massive chamber, and you can see Harrow and his team at the entrance, confronting what seem to be more avatars. You sneak past in perfect silence, weaving through tunnels on an instinct you suspect is controlled by Taweret.

Finally, you reach a wall of lamps. In front of each one is a tiny statue. Scanning each one, your eyes land on one that seems newer than the others.

“Surprise,” you singsong. “I’d recognize that ugly face anywhere. Now what?”

The same uncomfortable sensation takes over your voice.

“Smash it on the ground, it’ll free him.”

You raise the ushabti above your head before hurling it with some personal spite. It shatters on the floor, and the fog that emanates from it rises into a form.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” he announces. “He died fighting, no doubt.”

You raise a brow. “Yeah, no shit. Doing your dirty work.”

“It’s far from over. If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you protect the travelers of the night-“

You wave your hands, cutting him off. “Would you shut the fuck up? I’m already Taweret’s temporary Avatar. Go resurrect Marc before I get Wanda to curse you.”

The god disappears in a cloud of dust, and you hear his voice echo from the main chamber. You listen in silence before a loud beeping interrupts.

When you look down at your gauntlet, the small screen displays words that make you audibly groan.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” you hiss, hurrying to the main chamber while also desperately trying to hang up the call. “Not the time, Nat!”

As you turn a corner, you come face to face with a squad of Harrow’s followers, and in your panic, you press the wrong button.

“Hey (Y/N)!” a chorus of voices say. Team dinner, shit again.

“Sorry guys, kinda busy right now!” you shout back, shooting down three people as you whip out a baton.

Wanda’s voice calls out through the fight.

“I felt your heart stop, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

Grunting, you throw a man into the wall before hopping on a woman’s shoulders to fling her backward.

Sighing, you tap the gauntlet, projecting the call so you can see their worried faces gathered around the phone.

“No biggie, I died for a little bit, but I’m all good.”

At the instant outburst, you wince. Probably should’ve chosen different words.

“Маленький паучок, ты такой мертвый, когда вернешься домой [Little spider, you’re so dead when you get home]!”

You roll your eyes, brushing off the term of endearment. With the room cleared, you run out of the Chamber of the Gods, right out the front of the Great Pyramid. Left and right, Harrow’s followers are judging the souls of civilians. Great. More headaches for you.

“Shit, kid. You need me and Buck to come over there?”

“He’s right, I’ll kill whoever did it.”

Firing blasts of energy from the gauntlets, you start taking down as many fanatics as you can. You’d rather not shoot them, but it would be easier, you have to admit.

“Did you at least die in a cool way?”

“Yelena, not the time.”

“C’mon, Cap. Let her have her fun.”

“Don’t start with me, Tony.”

“Guys!” you yell over the arguing. “I’m fine. We might have a new recruit, too. If he gets revived.”

Yelena gapes at the phone.

“You died together? Wow, pretty serious.” She wiggles her eyebrows as you strike down a man trying to grab at you. “Have you two kissed yet?”

You blush. “…Yes.”

The loud reactions have you cringing, but the blonde assassin grins.

“Awww… That’s disgusting. But I’m happy for you!” She shoves the phone to a very worried Natasha.

The redhead sighs as the team goes back to lighthearted bickering.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

You duck behind a corner, catching your breath. “Yeah, yeah Nat. I promise. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

She nods, and with one last goodbye, ends the call.

You slump against the wall you’re hidden behind, groaning and mumbling curses. When you peek out, you see a giant crocodile goddess swallowing souls.

“Oh, wonderful,” you sigh. “How the fuck am I supposed to fight that?”

“I have an idea!” Your voice says, once again not your own. “Plus, it comes with a rather fashionable outfit.”

Coughing as Taweret invades your senses, you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t do those weird superhero costumes.”

“Please? It has wings- Ooh, and swords!”

“Ok, how about a compromise,” you suggest. “Just add the wings and swords to my suit?”

Apparently, the goddess is happy with that, because large metal wings form down your back, glinting silver in the candlelight. You can feel the handles of swords under them. When you wave an arm, the corresponding wing follows your movements.

“Oh…” you chuckle. “Sam’s gonna be SO jealous.”

Your moment of pure glee gets interrupted when a small white blur flies by, carrying a screaming man along.

“Ah. Glad to see you back, idiots,” you whisper to yourself, preparing to run over to where they fell. Instead, the wings boost you up onto the nearest building.

Taking a moment to balance yourself, you quickly adapt to the feeling of gliding on the metal wings and swoop in in time to kick Harrow’s ugly face before he strikes Marc.

Marc takes you in. The wings, the smirk on your face, the fact that you’re okay. He can’t help but be amazed.

When Harrow tries to strike again, you cross your arms, repelling the blast with the wings.

“Marc, are you-”

You get cut off by a tight hug and a kiss planted on your forehead.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, almost like he doesn't believe it. His hands hold you like you’ll disappear. He barely pauses before pulling you into a kiss, tension leaving his body as he sighs against your lips.

You smile. “I’m alright, it’s okay.”

In a flash, his suit changes, along with his voice.

“Wow, you look amazing. Where’d you get the wings?” Steven asks.

“Hi, Steven,” you chuckle as you turn. Harrow is finally standing up from where you knocked him on his ass, and dozens of his followers have gathered.

Steven perks up. “Hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”

It’s impossible to not grin at his antics. “Alright, let’s see it.”

You both break into a dead sprint, with you using the wings to boost you. The new swords fit perfectly in your hands, becoming deadly as you combine them with your baton training, twirling and twisting the blades as you slash through men.

When you turn around to check on Steven, you see Marc instead.

“It’s good to know you two are getting along now,” you chirp before charging forward, cutting down whoever you need to to get to the man at the center of it all.

You strike Harrow’s staff with both swords, tag-teaming him with Marc. You make a deadly combination. That is, until he slams the staff on the ground and sends you flying,

He holds you down, hand raised above you, before Steven tackles him away, leaving you to catch your breath.

The fight only escalates from there. Marc and Steven switch seamlessly, leaning into each others’ strengths. They fight Harrow to a standstill, holding him back from wrecking the world. Usual superhero stakes.

You, however, are preoccupied. Namely with ripping the doors off of vans and helping civilians.

A purple glow blooms behind you, and you can spot Marc holding back Harrow’s magic as you rush pedestrians away from the area.

Blocking bullets, you dive back into the fight as soon as you clear the area. But you don’t get far.

A stray blast of magic throws you to the ground. Hard. You groan as the tingling, nauseating feeling rushes over you. Your legs are too shaky to get up.

When you fight to raise your head, you see Marc. He took the brunt of the strike, evidenced by the crater he lays in. Harrow is stalking closer, raising his staff above him. When he brings it down, you can see the power leaving Marc’s body.

And you can’t have the first boyfriend (kind of? maybe?) you’ve ever had die before he even takes you out on a date.

The brick you hurl at Harrow hits his knee with careful precision, and he stumbles. With a vicious kick to his ribs, you knock him far enough away to help Marc up.

But it’s not Marc.

His suit may be the same, but the eyes are different. More tired. His posture is guarded, and the way he holds the crescent dagger is more offensive than defensive.

He says nothing as you head into the fray. Whoever he is, it’s the same alter that was on the roof in Cairo, and he’s ruthless.

Steven fights with blunt weapons. Marc fights with knives, but more on the defensive. Whoever this is… He fights like you.

You fight in tandem, whittling down Harrow’s strength until eventually, you break his staff over your knee and whoever’s controlling the body nearly kills him with the force he uses to take him down.

His eyes roll back, and Marc returns.

The fear in his eyes is enough to know that he has no clue what happened. He stands with your help, shakily surveying the area.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?”

The other man fronts effortlessly, gripping your arm a bit tighter.

“Not a chance, mate,” he gasps.

“Whoever it was,” you say. “He’s been hiding all this time. And he’s definitely more violent than either of you.”

Far away, Ammit begins dragging an unconscious Khonshu away. You curse under your breath, watching the two giant gods disappear from your sight.

You turn to Marc. “Get Harrow. I know how we can stop Ammit.”

Dragging an unconscious man is easy work for him, and Marc tosses him onto an altar inside the Chamber of the Gods with little regard to further injuring him.

The chamber may be destroyed, but the magic still lingers. It’s residual energy, and takes a while to dissipate, you’ve learned. You’ve stumbled into Wanda’s red swirls and had horrible flashbacks for hours too many times to not learn your lesson.

“If you can imprison a god in a statue, why not a person? The power in this room should help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body.” You glance up to the ceiling. “Taweret? Got a spell for us?”

Instead of losing control of your voice, you can hear her in your mind, merely guiding your actions.

You nod after a few seconds. “Ok. She says to take my hand, and we can start the spell.”

The strange sensation is back, and this time you’re chanting in Egyptian, hardly understanding the words as a lavender glow wraps around the room.

It circles the statues of the gods. For how destroyed the room is, they’re still intact. It completes the loop, leaving Marc’s hand and ending in yours.

A lavender haze streams from the ceiling, funneling into Harrow’s mouth as his eyes snap open.

“You can never contain me,” he says, voice overlapping with Ammit’s. “I’ll never stop.”

Khonshu appears next to you. You’ve grown used to it now, barely reacting.

“Finish it,” he growls. “And leave neither of them alive.

As Marc stands above Harrow, knife at the ready, your stomach twists.

“While he lives, so too does she.”

“I have to finish this,” Marc whispers to himself. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

You furrow your brow. “Marc. You are free. This is your choice.”

Khonshu cuts in. “The choice is vengeance. We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

“Now you sound just like her,” Marc says.

He drops the man on the altar, and your heart swells.

“If you want them dead, do it yourself.” You can’t control the smirk on your face as he stares the god dead in the eye.

Right before he speaks again, he glances at you for reassurance. You nod.

“Now, release us.”

[someonesmoth]

Hiiii!!

Saw your moon knight fics and they’re amazing!! 🥹

Could you do a hurt/comfort about the boys? (Steven & Co, maybe even platonic “I’m not actually worried I just decided to take care of you cus whatever” Khonshu)

I’m thinking smth about the reader coming home from a stressful work day haha. I work 7am to 4:30 pm with like 30-40 1st graders (sometimes other grades but mostly them) so I’ve been pretty busy.

(The reader def don’t have to work in a school environment tho)

Totally get it if you’re busy and/or can’t.

Have a great day/night! 😊😊

Hey!! Waaa I’m glad you enjoyed my writing! It makes me super happy to hear that <3

Sorry for the wait and sorry if it’s a bit short, but here it is^^

Comfort after a long day at work

Marc Spector:

- he was probably figuring out his next move for his moon knight activities when you came through the door of his apartment

- those tired eyes of yours and the way you tried to suppress your yawns concerned him.

- Marc walks towards you and puts both his hands on your shoulders, “how was work today?”

- you started to give a brief synopsis into your day, making it insanely obvious today was too much for you

- he nods in understanding as he hears you, a small smile laying on his face while he runs his hands on your shoulders in comfort

- “I get it sweetheart, I have alot of those too…” reminds me of his painstakingly tiring missions.

- he left a small kiss on your forehead, “I’ll make you food tonight, you should go lay in bed for a bit.” You couldn’t even protest, you were too tired

- he held your hand to lead the way, softly laying you down, he was planning on taking care of you until you fell asleep.

- you felt a bit guilty, watching him turn on the stove.

- he looks back at you with a charming smile, “i promise I won’t burn it.”

Steven Grant

- oh my, right when you walked through the door with dragging footsteps, he went to you in a hurry

- “you’re finally back!” He grins, cue you softly leaning your body against him

- he hugs you gently, rubbing your back soothingly, “oh darling, work was rough today it seems?” You nod

- steven then pulls you back, grabbing your hand and sits you on your shared bed

- “do you want to talk about it while I make some tea? Or would you like coffee?” You say whichever of those two options and nod at the idea of talking

- he seemed happy to have you home, you work too hard sometimes and he would love for you to take a break. He’s glad he’s able to hear your worries and doubts.

- steven stands up and heads to the kitchen, “now, what has you so worn down, love?” He has a small gentle smile on his face as you start talking

Jake Lockley:

- Jake hums as you appear opening the door

-he hugs you in a firm embrace, before backing away and noticing how tired you look, “well, aren’t you a bit too happy?” He sarcastically said, a smirk lingering on his lips

- you huff, hitting him softly on the back, he lets out a small laugh, “ay mi amor, do you want me to make you something to eat?” You nod, letting go of his embrace and kissing him on the cheek without saying anything

- he rolls his eyes, “I’ll make you your favorite, so don’t be a baby.” “Jake, just cook and don’t burn the house down—“ “you know I cook the best meals in this universe, stop complaining and tell me why you came back so grumpy. Who do I have to kill-“

- you raise an eyebrow and laugh, “Jake, I’m fine really…just lots of work.” He hums in response, he is happy to hear what happened during the day, he tries to keep up with you.

“If I were you, I’d point a gun at your boss and I’d tell him to give you a break, si?” “No-“ half of the things he says are sarcastic…but you never know.

Khonshu:

- He was planning on just talking to his avatar briefly, maybe even scold him—

- he saw you walk into the room with tired movements, he stared at you with an invisible raised eyebrow

- “you look like you have been run over by a vehicle-“ you huff, rolling your eyes.

- you put your things on the floor, not minding that they were in the way, “if you came here to bother me, go away big bird.” You said, passing by him.

- he stands and stares at you, he felt a bit awkward with his tall frame standing in the small room.

- “staring into my head isn’t going to get you anywhere, khonshu.” You give him a side eye as you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water

- he softly taps his spear on the floor, carefully choosing his words to speak and not sound like a worried dad

- “I was just looking for my avatar. Have you seen Marc today?” You shook your head, “been working all day.” That’s evident by the eyebags and how messy your hair is.

- “have you gotten any sleep?” You again shook your head, “don’t have time for that.” Khonshu tilts his head a bit, “why don’t you rest now? You have come home from your duties.” “Gotta work on report cards, khonshu.” He had no idea what report cards were, he audibly sighs

- he walks closer to you, “take a break, y/n. It won’t hurt.” “If I don’t get it done-“ “your work can be done tomorrow, it is best for you to be wide awake when working so you give it your best.” You look up at khonshu, thinking he was right

- “…fine. You’re actually right this time.” “What? I am always right!” “Whatever khonshu.” You head towards your bed, getting the covers off of the bed for you to get in. You breathe in peace finally, “im surprised you stayed to give me advice, big bird.” “Y/N, close your eyes before I close them with a hit to the nose.”

- you laugh, finally going to sleep soon after. Surprisingly, khonshu grabbed the blanket you have thrown off, tucking you in carefully. He figured he’d find Marc later.

[heartsfromjeanee]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: A week before Christmas Jake gets called to go on a mission and promises the three of them will be back by Christmas, but when the day comes, they're still nowhere in sight a/n: I made this set in New York just because it helped fit the story better :)

As every year, Christmas was right around the corner, only a week away, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Christmas was your favorite time of year because of all the joy and happiness it brought with it, and this year would be the first time you would spend it with the boys you love so very much.

Although he never really celebrated Christmas, Marc found your holiday to be spirit to be adorable, as did Steven and Jake. Within the beginning of the month, you had done the most Christmassy activities you could possibly think of, ranging from building gingerbread houses to a Christmas movie marathon.

As you made your way home to your shared flat, tonight you had in mind to attempt to bake cookies with the boys, but as you may your way in, you were confused to hear quick and loud footsteps echoing throughout the house. You knew for a fact that Jake was the one to usually walk louder than the others, but never so fast as you heard now.

“Jake? What are you doing over there?” You called out to him, making your way towards the sound of his stomps.

He had been in your shared bedroom, all dressed up in his gear he usually wore when heading to his cab and a duffel bag that contained his weapons sat on the bed. He had a scowl on his face until he turned to look at you, his expression softening.

“Princesa,” Jake paused for a moment and gulped, knowing you weren’t going to take the news very well. Khonshu assigned him a mission that was ‘too urgent to delay’ and that it was imperative that he left as soon as possible. “I’m so very sorry, mi amor, pero tengo que ir. I must leave.”

Your eyes widened and if it was physically possible you sworn your heart would have actually cracked.

“W-What? Jake, are you kidding? But Christmas is just a week away! Can’t you tell big bird over there to just fuck off for once?” You frowned, looking at him with a mix of sadness and anger in your eyes. Jake’s breath hitched slightly, and his mouth formed a thin line. He was never much good with dealing with others’ emotions and didn’t want to say the wrong thing to make the situation shittier than it already was.

“C’mere,” He stepped closer toward you, sliding his hands around your waist and bringing you in close enough that your chests were directly touching. “Khonshu promised me that the mission should only take me a few days, and then I’ll be back home with you. Quierda, I promise you; I’ll be home for Christmas.” With those words he placed a soft kiss upon your forehead, while a silent tear rolled down your cheek. Jake frowned, sliding his hands away from its place on your waist and moving it up to caress your face, his thumb wiping the tear away.

“Please, please don’t go.” Your voiced trembled as you looked up into his eyes. Jake felt his throat begin to tighten, taking that as the sign that he soon was going to be on the verge of tears, and he didn’t want you to see that.

The room was silent for a moment, and you took that as a conformation that he wasn’t going to back out his decision, so you quickly wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his chest and let out a soft sob. Jake once again wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the top of yours, breathing in your scent which always seemed to comfort him.

After a while of holding, you and letting your emotions out, he finally managed to bring himself to let go of you, leaning down to place a farewell kiss onto your lips. He then moved over to the bed, grabbing his duffel bag, turning back once more to look at you.

“I promise, quierda. I promise you.” He stated once more, which you only responded with a slight nod, not having the strength to muster anymore words to him. Jake then walked out of the room, and you just stood there, until you heard the front door close, confirming he had left, making your heart shatter all over again.

That promise seemed closer to being broken as the days go by. It was now Christmas Eve, where you now sat in the flat alone, curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.

That night you sat on your bed and cried. You yourself thought that maybe you were just overreacting, but you had been looking forward to this month all year, and now it felt as though it was being ripped away from you. You knew how missions for Khonshu went, they were unpredictable. He never seemed to tell the full truth and just manipulated the boys into doing what he wanted. Even though Jake said that Khonshu promised he would be home, you can’t help but think that he might have only said it convince Jake to do his bidding.

Sniffling, you glanced at the clock. 12:02 am. Christmas. No Marc. No Steven. No Jake. Out of spite, you swung your hand at the clock, and it flung onto the floor with a crash, pieces of it scattering on the floor. You grabbed the pillow next to you, which the boys normally slept on, and curled up against it and shut your eyes. You didn’t want a Christmas anymore, you just wanted to spend the rest of the entire day in bed, pretending the holiday didn’t exist.

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Walking home down the streets of New York at 2 in the morning was not what Marc had in mind on Christmas morning. He was cold, tired, and would murder Jake if he could for accepting the dumbass mission from Khonshu if they didn’t share a body.

(Y/N)’s going to hate us, what are we going to tell her? This is so bad, very very very bad. How could we do this!

“We, didn’t do anything, this is all Jake’s fault.” Marc grumbled to himself.

My fault? My fault! Please do tell me, who was the one who accepted being Khonshu's avatar again? You might have as well just let us die if-

“We got out of that deal! I didn’t even know you existed! Steven and I do not work for Khonshu anymore, this, is on you.”

Marc got strange stares from the still many people that were still on the streets this late at night. It was true that New York City really was the city that never slept. After Marcs outburst, the headspace was silent for a while. Marc still had a good 30 minutes before he would reach your apartment and was still trying to think of a way of making up the lost time to you when he got back.

Glancing around at his surroundings, he spotted a man dressed up as Santa, standing with a bell and a bucket, probably for some charity. That’s when an idea sparked in his mind.

Mate, you're not actually going to-

“Shut it.” Marc inturrupted, before taking a deep breath and heading towards the man.

“Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas-” The dressed-up man cheered out before Marc butted in.

“Hello…Santa Sir. Uh, how much do ya think I could buy that costume off of you for?”

“I’m sorry young man but the costume not for sale-”

“100?”

“As I said, not for sale.”

“150.”

“…200 and you’ve got a deal.”

Marc rolled his eyes but pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills out of his pocket.

Buddy, that better not be my money from working the cabby.

Marc handed the money to the man, and then watched as the man took off the jacket, pants, hat, and beard, leaving him with just some jeans and a sweater underneath. He handed the items to Marc.

“You have a kid at home you're trying to surprise?” The man asked out of curiosity.

“No, just a girlfriend that I’m praying doesn’t kick me out.” Marc stated before walking away without letting the other man get another word in. You surely wouldn’t kick Santa out on Christmas, would you?

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Marc entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could and prayed that you wouldn’t still be awake at this hour. To his relief, all the lights were off, signaling that you must have been fast asleep in your bed. Closing the door behind him, he found his way over to the couch and began to put on the costume, fake beard and everything. He then made his way into the bathroom to go check himself out in the mirror.

We look ridiculous.

Ridiculous enough that she might have mercy on us, mate.

Marc let out a sigh, losing any dignity he may have had as he stared at himself in the costume. Now that he had the costume on, he had to grab the present he had for you in his closet. The only problem was that the closet was in your shared bedroom, and he was deathly afraid he would wake you up before he could grab it.

Exiting the bathroom, he made his was over to the bedroom and slowly opened up the door. He frowned at the sight he saw before him. Even though it was dark, he could see the way you were curled up into his pillow, no blankets even on top of you. He also managed to see the clock that used to be on your nightstand scattered on the floor.

He had to rip his eyes away from the scene so he could bring himself to go towards his closet to grab the gift. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until his perception managed to be a bit off and he ended up slamming his side into one of the dressers that had been against the wall.

“Motherfucker!” He yelped out in pain, grabbing his side that had already been bruised up from the mission he had been on.

Within a moment, you jumped up from the sudden noise and turned to turn the lamp on to see what was going on. Your eyes squinted for a moment trying to adjust to the sudden brightness to see the figure standing in your room was…

“Santa?” Your hoarse voice rang out as you tried to comprehend what in the hell was going on.

“Surprise?” Santa said back to you, and in an instant, you knew that wasn’t just any Santa, that was your boyfriends dressed up as him. You had no clue whether you wanted to start screaming and interrogating them for being gone for so long or start laughing at how ridiculous they looked.

Suppressing the smile that threatened to form, you asked while crossing your arms, “Now who’s idea was this?”

Marc walked towards you, “Mine. I know that you were going to be absolutely livid about us taking so long that I thought this might lighten the mood a bit. I spent a ridiculous amount of money on the costume, so please tell me it’s working.”

“I…I am genuinely speechless.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Undecided.”

Marc frowned and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Hey, we did technically keep our promise, it’s Christmas, isn’t it? And we’re home here with you.” He said place a hand on your cheek.

A small smile formed onto your face, and you sighed. “Ok yes technically, but I still wish you had been home sooner. I missed you so much.”

“Believe me, we all missed you more. I could’ve killed Jake for accepting the mission.” After finishing his sentence, Marcs eyes closed for a moment before opening up a bit wider. You could instantly tell that Steven was fronting now. He moved his head towards yours and gave you a sweet kiss before pulling away.

“Oh love, I missed doing that. Oh! Hold on we have a present to give you!” Steven exclaimed and you giggled at his excitement. Quickly, he got up and ran over to the closet, this time successfully getting the gift that Marc failed to do. He walked back over to you with a rectangular box that had a bow on top of it.

“Merry Christmas darling.” He said as he placed the gifts into your hands. You carefully took the top of the box off and revealed the gold necklace that had a circular charm with a crescent moon engraved into it.

“Honey it’s beautiful!” You placed the box onto the bed next to you for moment, and then moved so you could wrap your arms around Steven, “Thank you so much, all of you. I love you all so much.” You mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you as well.

“So…just to clarify, you’re not mad at us querida?” Jake chimed in as he pulled apart of the hug for a moment so he could see your face. You giggled and shook your head.

“No, not mad. Though no one's getting anymore kisses until you take that goddamn beard off, it irritates my face.”

“What don’t you like some facial hair? I think I’d look dashing with a mustache you know.” Jake stated as he began to take off the hat and fake beard.

“Yes Jake, you’ve told us all…multiple times.”

“And I’m still right. You’ll see.”

Jake, you grow a mustache and I swear I’ll kill us all.

Jake, please don’t grow a mustache I would really prefer to stay alive.

You yawned, still exhausted over all your worrying from hours before. “C’mon Santa, get in bed so I can snuggle you…huh, that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d say.”

Jake chuckled, now stripped down to just his boxers. He went to his side of the bed and pulled the covers down, then placing them on top of you both. You immediately snuggled up to his side, craving the warmth his body also seemed to manage to give you on these chilly winter nights.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 56

A/N : no requests could go into this one, but a lot of the interaction with you guys inspired it so enjoy.

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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, a lot of violence, language, fighting, it gets kind of dark. let me know if i missed anything.

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you woke up the next morning to your phone ringing.

you groaned out of annoyance and maneuvered yourself over jake- who you fell asleep on- to unplug your phone and answer it.

it was only 8 in the morning, and grace was calling, so of course you answer since she could need something.

“hello-“

“y/n hi! i was wondering when casper was going to be heading back” grace interrupts quickly and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“..what?” you whisper.

“it’s okay if he wants to stay but i need him back by dinner-“

“grace” you start, jake waking up beside you and listening in.

“yes?” she asks.

“casper went home last night- he’s- did you check to see if he slept in?” you question and it’s silent for a minute.

“no.. his- his stuff isn’t here..” grace says worriedly and you take in a shaky breath.

“grace i need you to stay calm, but i need you to go to the police station and file a missing persons report” you begin, getting out of bed while jake watched with wide eyes.

“after that, when there’s something- anything- i’ll try and find him. here- wait i’ll go out and try to find something too just please-“

“yeah, okay i’ll- i’ll go now” she shakily tells you.

“i’ll come to you as soon as i find anything”

“god bless you, y/n” is the last thing she says before hanging up.

jake followed you quietly as you wandered through the whole house grabbing anything that could help you.

that would include a small drawstring bag with a first aid kit and some pocket knives.

“hey, we’re coming with you” jake announces and you shake your head.

“jake.. guys i need to focus- i need to be by myself-“

“there’s no way in hell that we are letting you go by yourself-“

“it’s not the worst thing” steven begins. “let her do this, you know she can” he defends you.

“see? steven gets it” you say. “casper is missing and it’s my fault” you mentally tell khonshu to give you your suit, which he does.

“i should’ve made sure he got home” you finish with tense shoulders. “now if you don’t mind, i’m going to find him” you head right towards the window, when jake stops you.

“y/n” he addresses you by your name, so you know he’s serious. “we know we can’t stop you.. just- we have another mission so it’s not like we can be there if we wanted” he says quickly and you sigh.

“if you’re still out when we are done we’ll find you” he nods and you agree.

“i’ll be safe i promise” you tell all three of them, but mostly to marc who looked like he was going to cry.

“okay- i really need to go now, i love you guys” you open the window and jump out, the mask forming on your face when you stick to the wall and climb up to the roof.

you looked down at the sidewalk, thankful it wasn’t too busy so you could see it clearly.

letting out a breath, you jump from roof to roof, following the path casper would’ve walked to get home.

what stopped you in your tracks about halfway to his house, you saw what looked like dried blood in an alley right next to a cracked phone.

you jumped down into said alley, and rushed to the phone to grab it with your gloves hands.

there was no doubt this was casper’s, which also meant you couldn’t track him with that.

you sigh before setting it back down for the police, and then examine the blood.

your heart ached and you could almost feel vomit rising from your stomach at the sight.

just the couple splatters had to be him. there was no way his phone would be in the same place as a strangers blood.

you decide to climb back up to the roof and look for where someone could’ve taken him.

and that’s when you saw it, tire marks on the road- going in the opposite direction from the alley.

you tilt your head at it and notice that there’s what looks like oil spills near it as well.

now, it may sound weird but your heightened sense of smell might actually come in handy for once.

you jumped back down to the ground and into the empty street to crouch down and smell the oil.

you chose to do this because if you caught onto the scent, there was a chance you could follow the trail the car went.

kind of like how a dog would.

you shake off any nervousness and ignore the stares and the flash photography, and start following your gut instinct and your senses to try and find out where this car went.

you decided to call grace while you swung from light pole to light pole.

she picked up after two rings. “hey, grace i think i found something and i’m seeing where it leads” you tell her and you hear her let out a sigh of relief.

“oh thank god, i’m just about to go in and file a report”

“alright, well i gotta go i just wanted to let you know” you finish and she hums.

“stay safe out there”

“you too, grace” she hangs up after that.

you continue to follow the smell of the unique oil until you reach where the city ends and a forest begins.

that meant you had to either try and swing from tree branches which have a 70% chance of breaking, or you could walk.

you decided to walk due to obvious reasons.

there was a faint trail, where the cat had escaped to the woods. which meant you didn’t have to forcefully smell that awful oil anymore.

it was about another five minutes of walking behind trees when you saw a big building, in the middle of nowhere.

you tilt your head as the tire tracks lead right to the car parked outside.

you felt a weird and very sudden sense of rage, and sped towards the building, launching yourself up onto the roof silently.

there was a window on the roof luckily, and it was convenient that it was cloudy, otherwise they would’ve seen your silhouette on the ground for sure.

there were two men and a coffin like thing, and right next to that was casper.

he was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, and his hands were behind his back.

you shakily sigh and your eyes widen when you see the blood dripping down his temple.

they probably pistol whipped him, but that wouldn’t explain why it was still bleeding.

“it doesn’t look like she’s coming” one of the men cuts you from your thoughts, and you listen in.

“just a little longer, we didn’t take this kid for nothing” he points to casper, who was just staring at the floor, fighting tears that gathered in his eyes.

your heart felt heavy and your stomach dropped, but you had to focus so you didn’t screw this up.

“but why didn’t we just take the girl? we don’t need him” the other guy points out, gesturing to casper at the last part.

you scoffed silently and continued to listen. “because she would’ve put up a fight, plus she’s got khonshu on her side now” he argues back and the other man just hums.

you took this as your cue to finally make your move.

you punched the window below you, making a loud noise alerting everyone down in the building as they all watched you jump down into your so called ‘fighting pose’ before standing up and staring towards the two men.

“see, i told you she’d come” one of them states and you harden your glare before shooting a web out at that guys face and yanking him towards the ground.

that’s when the other man, now the only threat conscious pulls out a gun and points it at casper, who was trying his absolute hardest to stay calm.

you stared and completely froze, letting the web in your hand go since the man attached was on the floor unconscious anyways.

“take that mask off, we all know who you are y/n harrow” he starts. “unless you’re afraid. poor thing, masking her fear” he chuckles and you shake your head, hesitating to actually take the mask off, but you do anyways.

“what do you want? whatever you want with me, leave him out of it” you point at casper, and the man chuckles again.

“we just needed to ensure you’d be here” he keeps the gun aimed at him. “you see, we’ve been watching you for quite some time” he begins to explain, and you dart your eyes from casper, the gun, and then the man every couple seconds.

“and we’ve concluded that this kid was the one thing we knew you’d come for. the moon knight would’ve beat us all to a pulp, but him? he is just a pathetic mortal. nothing special about him to keep him safe” he shrugs and you clench your jaw.

he wasn’t pathetic. you wanted to tell him that so much, but one wrong move and he could easily have a bullet in his head.

you didn’t want to take any chances.

“okay well i’m here now, so let him go” you say firmly and the man chuckles before shaking his head.

“now, it doesn’t work like that. we’ll keep both of you here until he gets what he wants”

“..he..?” you hesitate in asking.

the man chuckles again before starting to explain again.

“in that coffin right there is the body of your father” he says bluntly and in the time it takes for you to look towards it, the man literally drags casper up to his feet to hold the gun right up to his head.

you feel your eyes tear up at the sight when you look back, but stay frozen in place knowing he would shoot if you came closer.

“now go on and open it” he nods to the coffin and you shake your head.

he simply presses the gun harder against casper’s head, making a pained groan come from him.

you slowly walk backwards towards the coffin and regretfully open it.

you threw up in your mouth, but quickly swallowed it back down at what was in it.

arthur harrows nearly decayed body, a few bullet holes in his chest.

“now you listen to me very carefully, girl” the man starts again. “one drop of blood to one of his wounds will bring him back. we’ve already done the ritual, we just needed you”

“why couldn’t you do it, you freak” you spit and he raises and eyebrow.

“watch it, your little boyfriends time is running out” he taunts and you look to casper who’s shaking his head.

“to bring him back to life, he would need blood of his own, and lucky for us we have you. his blood”

“i am not-“

“just do it” he grits out and you look back at the body inside the coffin.

“here, i’ll help you out” he moves the gun from casper to you, your senses not warning you in time as he shoots at your leg, the bullet going right through your thigh.

you gasp and kneel down to the ground due to the pain as you hear casper yelling at the man in anger.

“you know what to do!” the man yells at you, so you pull yourself up to the coffin and stick one of your fingers into the bullet hole in your thigh, and you hold your hand over one of the many bullet holes in harrows chest, and you regretfully watch as it dripped into one.

your wound started to heal, and casper let out a sigh of relief, but it quickly turned to horror when there was a bright purple glow emitting from the coffin.

you stood up and took a couple steps back from it, and you watched in a morbid curiosity as the wounds on harrows body healed, and his skin turned from a sickly grey back to the more lively tan it once was.

his eyes opened and the purple glow went away as he slowly sat up and looked around the room calmly.

casper was frozen in fear and so were you, but the man holding casper was absolutely ecstatic.

“finally.. you’re back” he breaths out, but harrow pays little mind as he stares directly into your soul.

“and i knew you could” he says distractedly, standing to step out of the coffin.

“there she is.. my-“

“don’t say it” you cut him off. “i am not your daughter. i never was”

he just smiles in response and takes a step closer to you, but you stay in place.

“now, i know how you feel. i would feel confused too if i was just now meeting my only real family”

“real family? you tried to- you are a stranger! i don’t know you!” you yell at him and he just tilts his head.

“i’m your only blood, y/n”

“yeah, because you killed my mother. you killed my birth mother, and you don’t even care” you bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from shouting too much.

“i had to-“

“don’t give me that bullshit! you are sick to even think about killing someone” you shout, and harrow chuckles.

“hypocrite. you didn’t think that when you killed that man” he points out, and you could almost hear casper’s heartbeat pick up at the news.

“..he almost killed my dads” you start. “my real dads. not you. you’re supposed to be dead, the only reason you’re here is because that guy has a gun in casper’s face” you nod over to casper and the man.

“just please listen to me” harrow puts a hand out in front of him before putting it to his chest.

“i’ve waited so long to actually meet you, and with no interruptions this time” he starts. “i know this seems bad, but it’s for a greater cause”

“what are you talking about? i don’t even know why i’m here” you tell him, making it known that you really did have no idea why you were there.

“you’re here to carry on my legacy” he starts to slowly walk closer. “ammits legacy, our legacy” he now stands a foot away from you.

“i don’t want to” you shake your head.

“that’s a shame. it’s not a choice, you either help me or we will simply make you. it’s your choice there” he tells you and you take in a shaky breath.

you just close your eyes for a second before clenching your fists at your sides.

“..just don’t hurt him. don’t go near my family” you try an negotiate and harrow nods.

“that’s completely fair” he tells you, and in this moment of vulnerability, you swing your fist upwards, making harrows head fly back and you turn to run towards casper when a gunshot is heard after harrow yells the word ‘shoot’.

you shoot a web out towards the man’s chest and yank him down, and then you rush to casper who had fallen.

“oh my god- no no no- please tell me he missed” you pray to yourself, reaching behind him to rip the ropes that held his hands together away, and throw them to the floor.

“i didn’t feel anything, i’m okay” he assures you, but you check him over anyways.

and that’s when you saw it.

blood soaked through his shirt, right under his heart.

this time, you let the tears start flowing and casper looks up at you in confusion.

“are you okay? did it hit you?” he asks and you shake your head.

you press down on the bleeding wound and take a breath.

“no- i’m- i’m okay” your voice cracks at the end of your sentence.

“then what’s wrong?” he asks a bit quieter this time.

“khonshu please- give him the suit- just help him!” you yell out into the air, but before you could even see if anything happened, someone pulled you away and kicked you right in the face.

it was the man from earlier, the one who was now smiling down at you.

“not so brave now, hm?”

“don’t kill her” harrow warns and the man just nods before pulling out his gun again.

he wasn’t going to shoot you no, by the way he was holding it, it looked like he just wanted to hit you with it.

you were having none of it of course, and tripped him over before crawling on top of him to punch him in the face, drawing blood from his nose and effectively staining your suit.

after that, you push yourself back up, only to fall back down to your knees by where casper was laying, your legs being soaked in the blood that was pooling from his body.

your bottom lip shook as he kept his eyes on you, slowly blinking.

“y/n..?” he croaked out, a shaky hand coming up to reach out towards your face.

you took his hand in yours and held it to your chest as he wheezed for breath.

“i don’t feel good” he starts, and you let a tear drop into the puddle of blood beneath you.

“i know. it’s okay though, you’re okay” you try to assure yourself more than him.

he just smiles and shakes his head. “i can tell you’re lying” he chuckles almost silently and you let out a pained sob.

“khonshu can’t help you- he’s- he’s with-“ he stops you from talking when he coughs, blood coming up from his throat.

you felt sick.

this was all your fault.

casper was dying and it was because of you.

he didn’t even get to say goodbye to his family.

and it was your fault.

“hey, it’s okay. don’t cry please” he tells you and you just grip his hand tighter, ignoring the fact that the two people in the room were just watching.

“casper please-“

“i love you” he smiles and you just bite your lip before speaking.

“don’t say that. don’t- you can say it when you’re better-“ you cut yourself off with a single sob.

you see casper’s eyes fight to keep focusing on you, and you looked to his wound to see that it was still gushing blood.

blood that was all over your hands and the majority of your suit.

casper’s blood.

the blood of your first friend, your first love.

“it’s okay” he repeats and you keep shaking your head in denial.

“let me go, you need to get home where you’ll be safe” he chokes out and you blink away more tears.

“no. i cant- not without you- please” you plead, leaning down so that your foreheads now touched.

“you have to” he starts, not knowing these would be some of his last words before unconsciousness.

“please tell my family i love them”

“tell them yourself. you’re not dying” you try to convince both him and yourself.

“i am, and it’s not your fault” he says, shocking you while his eyes start to close.

“…s’ not your fault..” he whispers out before his hand falls from yours, making you lift your head up from his to move your hand to check his pulse.

it was very faint, but it was still there.

that’s when a crash was heard, the man who shot casper now had a crescent shaped blade through his chest.

he was here, and by the looks of it, it was marc specifically.

you turned around and reluctantly left casper and stared towards harrow with am unfamiliar feeling.

marc was walking in your direction, but you didn’t notice as you saw nothing but red.

harrow backed up with his hands up in surrender but you just shook your head.

he was afraid.

he was no longer powerful, since he didn’t have any special powers anymore, or an angry mob to protect him.

your mask was still down, so he could see the rage in your eyes, and the blood staining your suit along with your face as well.

marc stopped you from moving towards harrow, talking about ‘worrying about him later’, but without a second thought you shoved him away and ran towards harrow.

“wait! y/n stop!” you hear steven yelling, but you don’t stop.

you shoot a web out at harrow, attaching it to his leg before pulling him down.

“come on, y/n. when will you realize this is your destiny?” he asks you and you move to stand right next to him, who’s laying on the floor.

“this isn’t my destiny” you shake your head with a sickening smile on your face.

“and you don’t get to tell me who i am” you say before noticing the crowbar that was sitting untouched on the ground only a few feet away.

“don’t do it. it won’t make you feel better” jake warns, and you only look over to see that marc was working on getting some of his armor on casper to heal him.

you just looked away and walked to the crowbar, ignoring the shouts of protest.

in this time, harrow tried to crawl away, but stopped at the sound of the crowbar scraping against the concrete floor.

“you should’ve stayed dead” you bring the crowbar up above your head before it’s held still by marc, who had rushed over to stop you.

he moved himself in front of you, while still holding the crowbar at the same time you were trying to push it back down.

“not you. i cant let you do this” he tells you and you feel tears gather in your eyes.

“i have to. he killed my mother” your voice cracks at the end of your sentence.

“i won’t let you- it’ll only make you feel worse” marc tries to reason but you push the crowbar to the side then push marc away again, and shoot a couple webs out to stick him to the ground.

“y/n don’t!” steven yells to you but you grip the crowbar and ignore him, heading right for harrow again.

“if you do this, you’re no better than me” harrow warns, his arm still out at a weak attempt to stop you.

“i’ll always be better than you” you grit out, readjusting your stance as all three of your dads were yelling for you to stop.

your eye twitches and you raise the crowbar again before bringing it down directly onto harrows chest.

the dull thud of the metal against his ribs made steven want to throw up.

the crack of his ribs themselves didn’t even reach your ears as you brought the crowbar down again and again.

over..

and over again..

until harrow was dead once again.

blood was splattered everywhere, and it matched your ragged breathing.

blood was dripping from the crowbar, your hands, your face, everything.

it was sticky in your hair, and it was dead silent except for the sounds of steven trying to stifle sobs and marc still trying to get unstuck from the floor.

it felt like some kind of daze.

you blinked, and then you could see again.

it was like you blacked out- you look to the right to see marc struggling to get free from your webs, and you saw casper, who was staring while khonshus bandages did their work on his wound.

you dropped the crowbar in shock and looked down at the corpse below you through blurry vision.

your breathing picks up and you hear a ripping sound before seeing marc get to casper while keeping an eye on you.

“…oh my god-“ you turn to one of the empty barrels near you, and proceed to vomit into it.

you turned back to marc and casper, who were both looking to you as well.

you begin to walk towards them hesitantly, when you stop in your tracks once you take in everything around you.

casper got shot, and you just prevented your dads from trying you help you before you just murdered someone with no remorse.

you looked down at the body of arthur harrow, and you silently gasp before you eyes widen.

marc’s mask comes off, and casper looks at you with pleading eyes.

“hey, it’s okay, come here” marc waves you over gently and you shake your head, backing up.

“y/n, please” casper agrees with marc but you keep shaking your head.

“i can’t- what have i done..?” you look down at your bloodied hands and looking up at the broken glass on the ceiling as a way out.

“don’t go y/n it’s okay, just come here and we can talk about it” steven says after he calms himself down a bit.

he hadn’t been sobbing his eyes out because he was scared, no.

it was because he knew this would happen, he knew you’d end up regretting it.

jake and marc have both been in a same type of rage you are just in.

where you just black out and don’t realize what you’ve done until it was over.

the one time it happened to marc, he drank until he couldn’t remember anymore.

but you? you didn’t know what to do.

you kept darting your eyes from harrows now dead again body, your hands, and your dads next to casper.

“darling please-“

“steven- i can’t- i might hurt you”

“no you won’t, you would never” casper defends, and you shake your head.

“look what i just did! it’s- it’s my fault you got shot too!” you direct the last part at casper and he gasps.

“no it’s not-“

“it’s my fault you’re here in the first place” you say and casper cuts you off.

“no it’s not. it could never be your fault- it was out of your control” he tries to calm you down but you keep backing up.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry” you whisper, looking down before having the mask form back onto your face.

casper gets up with the help of marc, and they both start walking towards you.

you shoot a web up to the ceiling and swing yourself up through the large hole in the glass, right before marc could grab you.

“no! come back down here!” steven yells after you, but you ignore him and run off to good knows where.

~~~

“shit” marc mumbles, turning back to casper, who was clutching his side in pain from still healing.

“okay, come on you have to get home” he tells him, and he nods, letting marc lead him out.

“what about y/n? where is she going? is she going to be okay? she needs to know it’s not her fault” casper tells marc with a shaky voice, avoiding the corpse and the unconscious bodies on the floor.

“i’ll find her, don’t worry” marc tries to assure casper along with himself.

“holy shit..” casper mumbles to himself, and once him and marc get outside he staggers to the ground.

marc tried his best to let him down slowly so that he didn’t hurt himself.

jake recognized this, everything was catching up to casper all at once.

“oh my god- is my mom- is she okay? they didn’t hurt them did they?” he asks in fear and marc shakes his head.

“no. we have someone keeping an eye on them, they are fine” he assures the boy, but he starts to hyperventilate.

“i was just kidnapped and- and i almost died” he starts, taking in a large breath. “and y/n thinks it’s all her fault- she’s gone now” a few tears rush down his face while marc tries his best to comfort him.

“deep breaths, you’re safe now, khonshus healing you” marc says, and casper nods.

“i’m going to take you home now, okay?” marc asks and casper nods again.

“you promise to find her?”

“i do. we promise”

~~~

marc did take casper back home with no interruptions, and by the time they were there he was completely healed.

grace thanked him profusely while tears streamed down her face, and allison did as well.

his father however, just gave him a nod.

that really irked marc. it was like he didn’t even care. casper could have died or been seriously injured.

marc did have to go though, since casper wouldn’t stop worrying about how you could be miles away by now.

so now he’s at home. in your room.

because jake had an idea.

you see, they had no idea where you could be.

so jake thought of the glasses peter had gotten you, which have been possibly tracking you by the ring you always wore on your right middle finger.

and plus the suit peter made for you would be active since you’re now way too far away from khonshu to still have the suit he gave you, so there’s that.

jake was fronting, and he found edith 2.0 and put them on so that they were resting on the bridge of his nose.

“welcome, jake lockley, how can i assist you?” edith asks, and jake flinches at the sudden voice but quickly comes back to his senses.

“can you.. can you track y/n?” he asks edith hesitantly.

“miss lockley is currently 12 miles away, at an altitude of 28 feet” she informs him.

“she’s on a roof” marc points out and jake nods.

“edith, can you help us get there?” steven asks after he fronts.

“of course” edith replies.

~~~

it was hours later, and you were still pacing back and forth on the roof of some random apartment building.

just thinking.

thinking about how your boyfriend was now terrified of you.

thinking about your dads and how mad they are at you, they probably never want to see you again.

that’s what the tiny voice in your head was saying anyways.

they weren’t going to want you anymore, casper hates you. he’s afraid that you’re going to hurt him.

these thoughts flood your mind, making it so that you didn’t know of the presence that showed up on the roof with you.

your senses went haywire for a second before you turned around, seeing jake without the mask, with the most worried you’ve ever seen him.

you couldn’t blame him though, your hair was messed up and soaked with blood due to you pulling at it.

your cheeks were soaked in your own tears, which were still coming down.

your metal suit, the first time being worn was soaked in blood too, from the still wet stuff dripping from your hair.

jake took a gentle step towards you, to which you backed up until your back hit the brick chimney behind you.

“you stay away from me!” you point at him and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“y/n we just want to help you. it’s going to be okay-“

“no it’s not jake! i just killed somebody- i can’t- you both saw it! you all saw me kill him!” you yell at him, and he just shakes his head.

“we did but it doesn’t change how anybody feels about you” jake says calmly and you wipe your tears away.

“casper didn’t let us leave until we promised to bring you home. safe. y/n- he isn’t afraid of you, he’s afraid for you” jake starts.

“he’s scared you’re going to end up hurting yourself. or worse” you scoff at him.

“you’re just saying that to get me to come back like nothing happened”

“no, he’s saying it because it’s true. we love you y/n, so much. we won’t watch you destroy yourself over this” marc cuts in and you sigh, looking from side to side for an escape.

steven saw that, and mentally told khonshu to be ready for when you eventually tried to run.

you did so, but before you could even take a step, khonshu summoned bandages to keep you stuck to the brick chimney, keeping your arms at your sides so you couldn’t web anything.

“what- khonshu come on, let me go!” you yell into the air, then proceed to mutter curses.

jake walks closer, and in a panic you try and get out of the bandages.

“hey- will you calm down? y/n listen to me right now!” he exclaims when you don’t react, and you freeze to do so.

jake has never raised his voice at you. not like this.

“please” he starts, his tone completely changing. “let us take you home. nobody is mad at you, we promise” jake seemed to be only a couple seconds away from completely breaking down.

you happened to do so first, stopping your struggling to just stand there and let tears flow freely down your face.

“i’m sorry-“

“no. please say anything else” jake pleads, and you take in a deep breath before continuing.

“i want to go home” you whimper, the bandages loosening so that you could move freely.

you wipe your tears with the back of your metal covered hand.

“i know, come here” jake says gently, finally coming close enough to pull you into a tight embrace.

you didn’t hug him back at first, instead you just cried into his shoulder.

“let’s go home now, steven can make you dinner and we can do anything you want” jake tells you, and takes your nod as the go ahead to hook his arms under your knees to pick you up and start on the short journey home.

~~~

you stood as still as a statue while you watched steven cook dinner.

he darted his eyes to you every couple seconds even though marc and jake were keeping an eye on you from the two mirrors in the room.

you just stared at the wall and refused to take the suit off or sit down.

they were fine with it, as long as you were happy.

“darling? it’s time to eat” steven interrupts your staring contest with the wall, and gestures for you to sit down.

“would you like to take the suit off yet?” he asks gently and this time you nod, pressing the button on the ring and feeling the tight metal almost melt away.

you let out a sigh and let steven guide you to your chair to sit down.

he sits down in his seat across from you and silently waits for you to start eating.

you slowly pick up your fork and stare down at the food for a second before very slowly and hesitantly poking it around.

steven thought it was good enough considering how you could be feeling right now.

so at least touching the food was a good sign.

“..would you like to talk at all? about anything?” steven asks softly and you just sigh before looking up at him.

“i shouldn’t have let him get to me” you start, thinking about your next words. “i should’ve known he was trying to get in my head”

“you’re doing so well. you’re very strong for admitting that- and it’s not even like you did anything wrong, you couldn’t have known in the first place” steven rants, and grins when he sees the small smile forming on your face.

“there she is” marc says. “there’s our girl” he finishes, referring to the smile that was forming on your face.

“is casper okay?” you ask, and steven nods.

“khonshu was able to save him, he’s completely healed. just tired” he shrugs and you let out a breath of relief.

“i don’t know how i’ll be able to make it up to him- you said he didn’t care?”

“he only cared if you were alright” steven answers and you nod.

“he doesn’t hate me?”

“oh please, that kid is so in love with you it’s painful to watch” jake scoffs, which makes you smile fully before taking a small bite of your dinner.

your smile faded though as you chewed up your food, and you watched as steven ate too.

“..he almost got killed just because he knew me” you realize, and steven is quick to shake his head.

“no, that’s not why”

“then how come he-“

“it’s because you have an attachment to him. whoever was watching you realized that” jake says and you sigh.

“school starts like- in two days and he almost just died, and if i’m at school and he’s at home then there’s nobody protecting him-“

“y/n you need to calm down, he’ll be okay-“

“you don’t know that” you argue back, feeling sick all of a sudden.

“i wasn’t there to protect him” you say more to yourself than anyone else.

steven sighs and let’s marc front due to his mental request.

“it.. it wasn’t your fault. what’s important now is that you’re both safe” he tells you sternly and you nod.

“….can i save this for later? i don’t feel good” you ask quietly and marc nods.

“you’re eating it later then, you’re not going to bed on an empty stomach” he says and you nod.

you sit there for another minute before you start to get really annoyed by the constant metallic stench of all the blood on you.

“let’s get you washed up, yeah?” marc asks and you just silently nod again.

marc got up and helped you to the bathroom, where he gently wiped all the blood from your face and your hands.

you didn’t say a single word, you just watched him.

he had to help you into the shower as well, to which you eventually had to speak, telling him you didn’t want to be by yourself, so that how marc ended up sitting on the floor of the bathroom while you aggressively cleaned all the blood off of you.

but jake was the one who had stealthily left to go get you your comfiest clothes, which in reality were his own.

marc old plain white t shirt, and a pair of stevens old sweatpants.

and he threw in one of his own hats too, your favorite one.

both luna and pedro were waiting on your bed too, due to jakes request and surprisingly they listened.

it was only five minutes later that you were dressed and sitting on your bed next to said cats, hair still dripping with fresh, clean water, jake next to you just waiting for you to do or say anything.

you ended up just clutching jakes hat to your chest, and leaning into his shoulder while you tried your best not to break down again.

you just couldn’t stop thinking of casper, and the fact that the last time you saw him he was half dead.

you blink a couple times before closing your eyes completely, letting jake lay you both down so that you could better rest on him.

honestly, all three of them could care less about what had happened.

and that’s only because everyone turned out unharmed in the end.

granted, they needed khonshus help in healing casper, everyone was fine.

everyone but you.

well, casper of course would have some sort of ptsd or another, but he needed to be sure you were okay before worrying about himself.

he was selfless like that. he refused to even acknowledge his own feelings before yours.

you loved that about him, but you wouldn’t lie, it also is one of the things you wish you could change about him.

not in a bad way though, just as in a ‘you have feelings too, idiot’ sort of way.

so that’s what you were going to do.

you made a mental plan in your head before you fell completely asleep on jake with the cats.

tomorrow was your last day of summer, the next being your first day of senior year.

so tomorrow you were going to pick up some flowers for grace and some treats for allison, along with another little gift for casper as a sort of apology.

you wanted to make things right, you needed closure.

and once you told steven, marc, and jake, they would help you out.

they always will.

always and forever.

~~~

A/N : ugh this took way too long :/ anyways, i really hope you all enjoyed it, also my next chapter realistically will be the halloween special, coming on october 31, so watch out for that.

you are all amazing and i love you all so much, thank you for all the support througout everything. i do in fact have school, and i very much miss writing and i do it as much as i can, but it’s still slow so forgive me there.

i’ll see you all soon, and i love you &lt;3

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[bitchyfoxymama]

RISE ONCE MORE - Moon Boys x F!Reader

A/n: this was inspired by a post made by @duminki-dominikano

Warnings: angst, love confession, Layla, death, ass kicking, avatars, idiots in love if you squint

Words: 674

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Your hands are covering your mouth as you watch with terrified eyes, tears begin to streak down your cheeks as you watch Marc/Steven get shot in the chest and fall back into the water of Alexander the Great’s final resting place. You shook with fear from your hiding spot next to Layla.

You and Layla wait in bated breath till Harrow and his men have left before you both leave your hiding places.

You glare at her, “you just couldn’t have waited until we were all out of here safe, away from Harrow with Ammit’s (statue)?” You practically scream out but you stop yourself on account of them still being close by.

“I-I I’m sorry, but I have to go, I’ll stop this on my own”

“Then go. You’ve done enough here”

You watch with hardened eyes as she leaves the tomb. You waste no time falling into the water as you drag them out, gently place their head in your lap as you check for a pulse. Why weren't they healing? They should be healing!

"Please wake up, please," you cry leaning your forehead against theirs, "there is so much I haven't told you yet, you both have to fight please wake up! Please I love you"

What felt like days was only a few hours when you felt rage in you.

Rage against Khonshu, Rage against Layla and Rage against Harrow. You gently laid their head on the ground as you rose up.

"Anubis! Let me be your temporary avatar so that I may protect those who can't protect themselves"

"Yes my child, go on as my avatar and avenge your loved one"

You felt it, power flowing through you. You straight ahead and your close change into those made of beautiful black and gold silks and armor, a staff appears in your hand.

You look back at the boys, a small smile creeps its way onto your lips, you kneel down and kiss their forehead, "I love you both, so please come back to me"

"Come on child, they need us in Cairo, Ammit has been awakened"

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By the time Marc had awoken and both men had come back, you and Layla were both gone. Khonshu had informed them you were in Cairo fighting Harrow's followers and so he takes off flying towards Cairo to defeat Harrow and Ammit once and for all

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Harrow is about to strike Marc when Layla swoops in to save him. While she's distracted by Marc you jump down in front of them both and knock Harrow down with your staff.

"I don't think so you crazy bastard" even though you don't particularly like her at this moment you aren't going to let her die.

Marc and Layla take notice of you but his eyes immediately go back to Layla as he hugs her tightly.

Steven pops out and compliments her outfit. He looks back at you, and his smile softens and he goes and hugs you tightly.

“I missed you so much” you cry into his shoulder, holding onto his suit jacket, fistfulls of fabrics in your hand.

“I promise to never leave you again, love, your voice kept playing for us, we love you too! So much, we promise to never leave you alone like that again,” he says, pulling you face into his hands as he looks into your eyes.

“Steven, don’t make promises you can’t keep, Marc is still in love with Layla, please don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” you say quietly closing your eyes.

“My feelings for Layla are gone, you are the one that I want now, and forever,” Marc says as he gently kisses you, all the feelings of dread and sadness leave your body as his lips are on yours. You pull away when Layla coughs. You look over at her.

“If you are done, we still have our Harrow and Ammit problem,” she says motioning towards said man standing up, all three of us get into position as we fight to save the world.

[melodygatesauthor]

Chapter 12: Black Ties, White Lace and Birthday Cake

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

Steven is coming back to class, and you're feeling off about the way he presents himself in class versus the evenings you spend together in his car.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 2.8k

SPECIAL WARNING - DUBIOUS CONSENT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

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It took days before Marc and Jake finally broke through to Steven, and they got to him just in time. It was Sunday afternoon, and Marc was on his ninth, or maybe it was the tenth rerun of Steven’s favorite documentary on Egyptian mythology. He said it was the most accurate one he could find and the corny jokes littered throughout seemed to make him laugh. Marc was eating another bowl of Steven’s favorite cereal, hoping that something would give, when finally…he was there.

“Oh my…” Steven dropped the bowl on the floor with a thud, soy milk and cereal spilling all over the hardwood floor. He stood up from where he was seated fast, touching all over his body as though to make sure he were really there. “I’m…I’m back. What did…what happened?”

“Steven, thank god,” Marc said, sighing in relief.

Steven ran to the three piece mirror and looked at his reflections, Jake on one side and Marc on the other. He looked at himself, hair slicked back the way Marc liked it. How long had he been gone for? It was like he totally blacked out. The pain he’d felt after the breakup pushed him so far back he didn’t recall anything from the past three weeks.

“Tell me what’s happened.”

“There’s nothing to tell, you got upset and then you just…you disappeared,” Marc sounded a little choked up as he continued to feel the warmth of Steven’s return. “I’m really glad you’re back. For a minute there, I wasn’t sure–”

“Not interested in talking to you, or you,” he spat, looking over at Jake. Steven wasn’t the angry type, but if looks could kill, Marc and Jake would cease to exist on the spot. “This is all your fault. All of it. Both of you.”

“Oye, what did you expect us to do hermano?” Jake crossed his arms defensively, as though he weren’t just as guilty as Steven.

“I expected you both to leave me alone like you promised, yeah?” Steven walked away from the mirror but he could still hear them chattering while he started getting clothes together for the day.

“You kinda messed that up when you started sleeping with your student, Steven. Trust me, we don’t wanna be here either, but you left us no choice.” Marc retorted, “you think I don’t feel guilty every damn day for what we put you through? It eats away at me but that doesn’t mean I can just stand by while–”

“Enough!” Steven yelled, looking at the mirror in the bathroom as he stepped inside, “I get it, don’t worry. I’ll behave just the way you want me to yeah? I’ll live my life the way you both want me to. The way I always have.”

There was silence while Steven brushed his teeth and showered. He stepped out of the tub and glared at his reflection in passing, noticing that they were still there despite his wish that they’d disappear. He never thought the day would come that he would be able to say that he hated them, but he felt like he did. They’d ruined everything for him, and even now they were still ruining everything for him.

“Steven I–”

“No, Marc–”

“I’m sorry I know–”

“No, Marc!”

“—if you’d just let me explain I–”

“Fuckin’ HELL!” Steven said, dropping onto the bed and burying his face in his hands, “I don’t care what you say, there’s nothing to say. I’ve spent my entire life takin’ care of you, sitting back watching you and Jake do your thing.” He slumped over and started to feel the tears flow freely, “I finally found somethin’ that made me feel like I was living. Like I was real and not just an accessory to you two.”

“Buddy, you’re not just an accessory, okay? I probably wouldn’t be alive without you.” If Marc could, he’d give Steven a hug. The guilt was killing him.

Jake remained silent, as he often did, afraid to say much in this situation. He was torn, like Steven was, knowing that Marc was making perfect, and logical, sense. It didn’t change the fact that he felt the same way as Steven did though. You reminded Jake that he was alive, and that he mattered. Even if it was wrong, he knew that he was helping you through a tough time and he hoped you appreciated that much at the very least. He had a purpose because of you.

After a long bout of silence, Steven sniffled and sighed, deciding to change the subject,  

“How long has it been?” Steven finally picked his phone up off the nightstand, “it’s been…it’s been nearly three weeks.”

“Yeah, that’s why we’ve been trying so hard to get you back, the head of the history department isn’t exactly happy with a new professor who isn’t showing up to his job.” Marc sounded irritated.

Steven saw your texts…the ones where you were drunk and begging him to come back. He felt a pit in his gut before he put the phone back on the table harshly. He took a deep and shaky breath, feeling himself wanting to disappear again but he knew he couldn’t. He grabbed his chest and walked away from the phone, realizing that he’d left the mess of cereal on the floor from earlier.

“I’ll go back tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to ruin this silly little life you gave me. This meaningless, poor excuse for a life.”

“Steven that’s enough, your life isn’t meaningless, pendejo,” Jake said softly, “this is your life now, we just want to make sure you don’t make it worse than we already have.”

Jake’s words seemed to help calm Steven, despite the fact that they meant nothing. Sure, Steven’s life wasn’t meaningless, of course it wasn’t, but Jake wasn’t going to stop seeing you behind both of their backs. He was going to join Marc in keeping Steven away from you, while still seeing you on the side. He was just as much a disaster for the system as Steven was.

That night, when the other two were out, Jake fronted and picked up Steven’s phone. He had to tell you that he was coming back. He had to make sure that you didn’t say anything stupid that would ruin this little thing the two of you had going in secret.

Steven: Hey love, I’m coming back to school tomorrow. I think it’s time. Make sure not to speak to me or even come near me, alright?

Steven: Can’t even have you asking for help with class. Just pretend you don’t know me at all if you want this to continue.

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You looked at your messages on Monday morning, shaking as you looked down at your phone. Steven was coming back to school. You didn’t know how to act. 

Normal, you thought to yourself, you have to act normal, just like he said in the text. 

But that was easier said than done. It was simple enough to dress modestly, not wearing anything that might make him, or yourself, too uncomfortable, but walking into his classroom and seeing him there for the first time in weeks made your legs feel weak. He was still so handsome, and he looked just like the Steven you remembered.

His hair was a little disheveled and his eyes were surrounded in dark circles like he hadn’t slept for days. He wore a dark blue button-down with a black tie. He still hadn’t noticed that you walked in. Even his facial expression was back to normal too, not like the man you’d been meeting with at night. It took everything inside of you not to rush to him, and tell him how much you missed him. How much you missed the real him…but you obviously couldn’t do that.

His breath caught in his throat when looked up and he saw you.

‘I can’t do this,’ he thought, ‘one of you has to–’

“Steven,” Marc started, “come on buddy, you gotta pull it together.”

Steven tried, and somehow managed to succeed. He spent most of the class looking at the whiteboard, the floor, and anything else other than you. He tugged on his collar, feeling hot, noticing the damp perspiration under his armpits. He was more nervous now than he’d ever been with you. How was he supposed to go on like this? He was positive that he wouldn’t be able to relax in his class ever again until you were out of it.

When the lecture finished, he glanced up at you for a split second on your way out. You looked back, feeling the sharp stab of his gaze through your gut. He looked so different from the man you’d been meeting in the black car late at night. His eyebrows were turned up and eyes glistening when he looked at you. He was back to the Steven you knew and loved…no…he was just the Steven you thought you knew…

You weren’t even sure if you really loved him anymore. You thought you did, despite everything that had transpired, but part of you knew this was wrong…like something was off. The sneaking around, the undeniable change in behavior, the way he hardly ever spoke to you and refused to face you when you were alone together. You were starting to get fed up with it, but you threw it all out the window when he texted you that night and the following night asking to meet up.

You were an emotional slave for him, letting him hold power over you like no other. You asked yourself what you would say to a friend if they were in that same situation. You’d tell them to cut their losses. No questions asked. Time to move on. Yet, you still found yourself in that same damn car, bent over at the hips the same way being ravaged by the same man night after night until you were a panting, wet mess in his back seat.

Tomorrow was his birthday…at least that’s what the note read on the unmarked package you received at your dorm on Wednesday night.

It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’d be thrilled if you wore this for me. Meet me at the car at 11pm.

S

It was a beautiful white and lacy lingerie set. You gulped, holding it up to yourself in the mirror. It was stunning and must have cost a pretty penny, and you had to admit that it looked good on you the next night when you put it on. You bit your bottom lip, feeling your cheeks flush with excitement as they often did when you knew you were meeting up with Steven. You wondered if he was as excited to see you every time you were supposed to meet up too.

Steven, of course, had no idea that was happening when he thought he was asleep. He’d spent his birthday evening, prior to Jake meeting up with you, messily stuffing his face with a store bought cupcake while watching a bad movie on cable television. Marc made a comment about Steven getting the frosting all over his shirt, and told him to go wipe his mouth, but he ignored him.

It wasn’t abnormal these days for Steven to spend his nights looking like a zombie in front of the tv, just waiting for the time to pass by. Sometimes he even hoped Marc would take over and let him sulk, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. Marc was still trying to take the back seat like he’d promised he would so many times before. Steven, still slumped over, walked to Gus’ tank and gave him a few extra flakes of fish food.

“S’pose you can celebrate with me, yeah? Not like I have a girlfriend to wish me happy birthday.”

“Steven, can you stop makin’ the snide comments already? Hate to break it to you buddy, but not every birthday is going to be a big, special thing,” Marc was truly trying to stay patient with Steven, but the moping was constant, and he didn’t know how to make it stop.

“She would’ve made it special I bet.” His face contorted with sorrow at the thought of you. “Bet she would’ve done something real nice f’me.”

Steven, with heavy sobs, dressed himself for bed and crawled under the blankets. The voices in his head ceased, but they were both right there with him while he drifted off.

Jake felt horrible…worse than he’d ever felt before. There he was, sitting in the car, waiting for you to walk outside to meet with him. When would this end? He knew he couldn’t string you along forever. He also knew he couldn’t possibly continue watching Steven go through the pain of missing you while he bent you over the hood of his car in that delicate little number he’d bought for you.

How was Jake meant to end this though? How was he supposed to convince himself to stop making you whine every time he thrust between your pussy lips, stretching your hole out around him? He was starting to worry that he wouldn’t be able to end the facade. He felt addicted to you, like if this were to end he might never be the same. He needed you, and he was still holding out hope that one day he’d be able to hold you, and cherish you the way he felt deep down in his heart.

He pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back. You let out a sharp gasp in surprise when he did. Steven didn’t look at you when he fucked you, not anymore anyway. There he was though, looking down at you, cock still dripping with a combination of your juices and his precum onto the ground. He grabbed the backs of your thighs, right below the pit of your knees, and he pushed them up. Your wet cunt felt chilled in the crisp night air.

Jake lined himself up with your hole again, plunging his thick cock deep into your wet heat. There was your sweet voice again, whimpering while you adjusted to his size once more. Jake tossed his head back, still trying to avoid your gaze. It was obvious that you were suspicious of him, and he started thinking that turning you on your back was a bad idea, but he wanted to see you. It was his birthday after all, he should allow himself a little something special…right?

You leaned up, grabbing him by the tie, and pulling him close. His head snapped forward, eyes full of surprise at the sudden motion as they met with yours. You hadn’t kissed him in a while, and you missed the way he tasted, so you closed your lips over his quickly before he could pull away from you again. You noticed his movements slowed, hips rolling at a more lazy pace while you stole the gravelly moans from his lips. His pleasured sounds were almost like a growl while he kissed you.

He rutted forward, any regrets he had about flipping you over, or for being there in the first place, dissipated with every pass of your tongue over his. You reached up your hand from his tie and carded your fingers through his curls. His mouth got stuck open, hot breath punching into you while his hips started moving faster again until suddenly they stopped.

Steven’s moans echoed off the trees that kept you both hidden from the street. You felt his cock gushing his hot spend into you, making you feel full of him once more. You kept your mouth on his while you came too, coating his tongue in your sounds while your cunt clamped down over him in waves. To your surprise, he didn’t let go right away to cover himself up with his hat and high collar jacket. Instead he stayed in the embrace, kissing you long after both of your orgasms ended.

Jake decided at that moment that he loved you, of that much he was certain. It was the only explanation for this feeling that he couldn’t shake. He wished he didn’t. He wished that he could just walk away from this and let Steven heal without the residual memories that Marc had mistaken for dreams. He couldn’t though, because while holding you there when he pulled back and looked into your breathtaking eyes, he knew that he couldn’t imagine living a day of his life without you.

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Moon Knight Masterlist

[atlasscrumpit]

Yandere Moon Knight

Jake x Steven x Marc

Warnings: yandere, blood, abuse, obsession, manipulation

Steven was cold and in pain, his eyes blurry from tears or blood.

He tried to call out for Marc but he was far to weak.

“Shh, it’s alright.” He heard a voice say as he groaned quietly, he was so afraid.

He felt a hand on his cheek making him look up, in the low light and his bloodied eyes he saw Jake.

“J-Jake, help.” Steven whispered as Jake kissed his bloodied forehead.

“It’s okay mi amor, I’m sorry I had to do this. Khonshu and I both agreed you and Marc need to learn some lessons. I love you so much Steven, and I’m doing this because of how much I love you.” Jake whispered into Steven’s ear.

“Marc.” Steven muttered, he couldn’t get many words out.

“You don’t need to worry about him anymore. I’m going to take care of you from now on.” Jake whispered in response as Steven felt tears run down his face.

“Oh mi amor, you’re in pain I know.” He muttered unchaining Steven’s wrists, he had even realised his wrists were restrained.

Jake picked him up, Steven couldn’t even fight. Jake shushed him and began walking before Steven looked up to see they were in his apartment. It had only just registered that they were in their headspace.

Jake gently placed him on the bed and kissed his forehead before going down and restraining his ankle to the bed. But this time it was metal with a padlock on it.

Jake laid beside him and rested a hand on his stomach.

“My precious boy.” He whispered licking over the blood on Steven’s cheek.

“Stop.” Steven responded as Jake shushed him once more.

“Shh mi amor, you’re delusional. Let me care for you.” Jake whispered kissing the side of Steven’s cheek.

“You need rest now, if you don’t rest I’ll have to choke you until you pass out. Understood?” Jake growled lowly into Steven’s ear as he whined softly and weakly.

“Tell me you understand Steven.” Jake warned in a whispered turning Steven’s dazed face towards him.

“I-I understand.” Steven whispered knowing he was far to weak to even try to fight.

“Good boy.” Jake whispered as Steven closed his eyes and tried to relax.

Steven didn’t sleep, he fell unconscious from the pain.

—

“What the fuck have you done Jake?” Marc growled bloodied and bruised chained on the ground.

“I’ve made sure you can’t get in the way.” Jake replied smiling down at him.

“Where’s Steven?” Marc grumbled out weakly trying to keep awake.

“I’m taking care of him Marc, I promise.” Jake whispered back as Marc looked up at him in hatred.

“Don’t fucking touch him!” Marc shouted in anger making Jake chuckle.

“Goodnight Marc.”

—

Steven awoke once more, jolting up in his sleep and looking around.

“Marc!” He shouted looking down at his ankle, he needed to get the restraint off so he could find Marc.

He looked aroudn the room and saw a small pryamid paperweight beside his bed.

He grabbed it and looked down at the padlock.

“Bullocks this is going to hurt.” He muttered before he began smashing the pyramid against the padlock.

After some hits that caused a bruise on his leg he had fianlly got the palock to shatter. He pulled the metal cuff off and rubbed his sore ankle.

He quickly got up and ran out of the room into what looked like the halls of the psych ward.

He could feel Marc, he could feel his pain. He focused on it and kept running, all he could rely on was his gut. He kept running until he stopped suddenly at a door, he could feel Marc.

He quickly opened it and it was a completely dark void, he looked ahead to see Marc beaten and chained up.

Steven ran forward and knelt down to Marc.

“Marc! Oh gods, Marc it’s me.” Steven shouted desperately holding Marc’s face in his hands.

“Steven, buddy is that you?” Marc grumbled out in a dazed state as Steven looked at him sadly.

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m going to get us out of this.” Steven whispered wiping blood out of Marc’s eyes.

He looked down at the chains, he couldn’t possibly break those ones.

“Now now mi amor, I expected this from Marc but not you Steven.” He heard a familiar voice say as he paled but still held onto Marc.

“Jake, you have to stop. Please, you don’t have to listen to Khonshu. You hurt us, you need to stop.” Steven begged as Jake came closer to them and smiled.

“Such a precious thing, you don’t understand any of this mi amor.” Jake whispered looking down at Steven.

“Jake please.” Steven whispered as Jake chuckled and knelt down.

“I’m afraid that you need even more punishment Steven and that punishment will be Marc.” Jake said as Steven’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean?” Steven whispered before black shadows began to wrap around him, the pulled him away from Marc and secured him in place.

“Hurting you wasn’t enough, so maybe I need to hurt Marc to teach you a lesson.” Jake said as Steven squirmed and tried to break free.

“No! Jake don’t hurt him please!” He screamed as Jake chuckled, with a wave of his hand the black shadow covered Steven’s mouth keeping him quiet.

Marc glanced up a little and looked at Steven.

“I’ll be okay Steven.”

[iamcalmdammit]

She said yes 5 - Secrets || [Steven Grant x reader x Jake Lockley]

Summary: Steven finds out Jake saved you and he gets jealous. Jake convinces you that he's right. And with Layla's help you get some important news.

Note: part 1, part 2 and part 3, part 4. The last part of this chapter is written from the reader's POV instead of Marc's. (This is a first, I usually write from the boys' POV. I might switch to multiple POV instead of just one.) Unedited as usual. What do you think?

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Steven woke up to having his arm wrapped around a warm body in bed, with the person’s back pressed against his chest. He couldn’t remember falling asleep. No, the last memory—as it came back with a crushing feeling—was you being pushed into a cab against your will.

But when he took a deep breath and pulled back his arm, his brain kicked in and he recognized a familiar scent. It was you. It was really you. “Y/N!” he exclaimed as he gently turned you around. You opened your eyes while you let out a tired groan. “How?”

It took you a few seconds to wake up enough to talk. “It’s okay, Steven, I’m fine. Jake found me,” you explained with a faint smile.

“What? How long was I out?”

“I don’t know, you should check the date and time.”

He reached for the phone on the nightstand and checked its screen. Oh, God, could it be possible? “Over three days?” he asked incredulously, looking at you as if he was waiting for you to verify it. “Anyway, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No, they didn’t. They just gave me a sedative or something so I was out for a while.”

Pulling you into a hug, Steven kissed the top of your head. “I’m so sorry, love, I didn’t know you would get into the middle of this mess,” he apologized.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was,” he said, sounding upset. “If it wasn’t for me—for us—they wouldn’t have come after you.”

You looked up at him and let out a sigh. “I’m fine. This is all that matters,” you told him with a warm smile.

Steven nodded, but he didn't know what else to say. So he did the only thing he was sure of—he held you close and peppered your face with kisses. You had parted following a fight before you were kidnapped and he could only hope you knew how much he loved you.

But the problem didn't go away. No, it was part of the system, something that would be around no matter how hard he tried to fight it. Hell, Jake could force his way to the front, keeping both him and Marc in the background with no recollection of what he was doing with the body.

What he was doing with you.

He gulped loudly then leaned back to look at you. “So Jake saved you?” he asked hesitantly.

“He did.” There was something about your voice, a hint of softness he had only heard when you were talking about your loved ones. “What’s with the look?” you suddenly asked.

“There’s no look.”

You shook your head and pointed a finger at him. “There was, I could see it,” you told him then stopped to think. “Are you… jealous?”

Yes.

But he didn’t want to admit it. He’d been talking about how much he loved you, how much he trusted you since the beginning, but now that level of trust was slipping away. He was terrified that Jake might find a way to get under your skin and put him on the sideline.

“Steven, listen. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll find a way to tame Jake so he'll stop with this nonsense. I promise,” you said before you placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He wished he could believe you, but a voice in the back of his mind told him it wouldn’t be this easy.

Once they were back from Cairo, Jake forced himself to the front the moment he could to visit you. He had to see you because he couldn’t think straight anymore. So he bought flowers and chocolate and ignored Khonshu who was constantly talking to him about his plan to get rid of Harrow for good.

He nervously fixed his tie while he waited for you to open the door. Will you be angry? Or was that night after he saved you enough to change your mind about him?

You opened the door, standing there with your arm resting against the doorframe. “Jake?”

“How did you know?” he asked with a questioning look.

“White shirt, tie, ugly hat. Steven or Marc would never,” you explained as you stepped aside to let him in. “What are you doing here?”

You sounded angry. Were you mad at him? He wasn’t entirely sure and he didn’t want to make you more upset by asking. So he kept his mouth shut and walked inside, handing you his gifts with an unusually nervous look on his face. You gave him a pointed look but took them nonetheless, quickly putting the flowers in a vase.

“What you did that morning,” you finally began, and from these words Jake already knew you were mad at him for pretending to be Steven… again. “If I knew it was you, I would have said no.”

“Come on, deep down you knew it wasn’t him.” He cautiously walked over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder then letting his hand run down your arm. “You knew from the moment I kissed you,” he said as he leaned so close that he could almost kiss you.

You gulped loudly, your body staying still as he breathed in your scent. “I thought he was in a good mood,” you noted before biting on your lip.

“Sweetheart, stop denying it. Maybe you don’t know me well enough yet to tell the difference by a single look, but you can easily tell us apart by the way we kiss you,” he said, putting a hand on the back of your neck and gently pulling you even closer. “And I’m pretty sure the sex was entirely different too,” he whispered in your ear.

He could barely hear it, but Jake was sure you said the word stop. But it didn’t make sense. “You don’t really want me to stop. No, you want more of what you got a taste of that morning,” he told you quietly.

“Jake, please, Steven doesn’t deserve this.”

There it was. You were thinking about hurting Steven’s feelings. You didn’t say no because you didn’t want it. No, you just didn’t want to cheat on your fiancé. But why should you keep yourself from the pleasures he could offer? You had fun that morning, you made it very clear then, and he was more than willing to give you more, even if it meant you had to do it behind Steven’s back.

“Maybe he doesn’t,” he said eventually. “But I want to give you exactly what you deserve. Wanna know what that is?” He leaned back to see your face and he noticed the small nod you gave in response. “I want to make you beg for more. I want you to fall apart so I can build you up from scratch, just the way I want. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember Steven’s name.”

“I can’t do this to him,” you told him weakly.

“Come on, you can,” Jake went on before kissing you, surprised to feel you returning it without much hesitation. He moved his hand down your chest, moving all the way between your legs. When he reached your panties, he smiled at you. “You wouldn’t be this wet already if you didn’t want it,” he breathed against your neck.

You let out a quiet whine as he playfully bit your neck and Jake couldn’t help but laugh. You were enjoying this, giving him better access by moving your head to the side as your arms sneaked around his body. He took your reaction as a green light and began to push you towards the bedroom, ready to repeat the last time the two of you got intimate—except now you knew perfectly well who you were having sex with.

“I don’t trust Jake,” Marc stated angrily as he paced in his living room. They had a blackout recently and found out Arthur Harrow was missing, presumably being dead. “He killed so many people in Cairo that—It’s insane! We were blaming each other with Steven. And now this.”

Layla seemed tired of listening to her husband, and you assumed it was because she had the fortune to listen to his tirades for weeks now. But eventually she stood up and walked over to him, soothingly wrapping an arm around his body then placing a kiss on his shoulder.

They were so in love once again that the sight of them made you feel sick. Not because it was way-too-sweet for you, but because of what you were doing behind Steven’s back. The two of you were supposed to be just like this, celebrating your engagement and planning an unofficial wedding even Marc agreed to do somewhere far from London. But things had changed since you fucked up.

Several times.

In the past few weeks, you’d met Jake more and more often, by now recognizing him by a single look in his brown eyes. He was right, he really did make you forget about Steven, and every time the two of you were alone, your mind was always focused on him alone. You never thought about what you were doing, that you were cheating on the sweetest man you’d ever known.

Steven didn’t deserve this, yet you kept going back to his alter, begging him for more.

“Maybe you should try to talk to each other. Y/N might be able to help mediate,” Layla suggested. “Apparently Jake is only willing to talk to you after all,” she told you.

You gulped. “Yeah, sure,” you said quietly, your eyes fixed on the floor.

“Yeah, but when was the last time you saw him?” Marc asked, pushing a rebellious lock back to its place. “Right after we came back from Egypt. That was weeks ago.”

Suddenly his posture changed and he moved closer, kneeling in front of you. “You haven’t seen him since then, right, love?” Steven asked.

It was hard to get used to how seamlessly they switched places with Marc now. With Jake it was still forced. Well, Jake forced his way to the front and the others still had no idea what he was doing. With these two? They knew everything about each other.

Clearing your throat, you flashed a weak smile at him and shook your head. “No, that was the last time,” you lied.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a strange look crossing Layla’s face. Was she suspecting something? Was it too obvious that you were lying? Steven hadn’t noticed yet, and you hoped it would stay that way. You didn’t need the drama in your life. You didn’t want to see him with a broken heart.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, gently taking your chin in his hand to make you look at him. “You look sick.”

He was right, you felt sick. You’d spent quite a lot of time kneeling in front of your toilet in the past few days, but you didn’t think it was anything you should worry about. It was just a stomach flu or something. No big deal. This is what you got for eating at some shady place with your co-worker.

But you didn’t want Steven to worry so you flashed a smile at him and said, “I’m fine, I just need some fresh air, I guess.”

“Let’s go out for a walk then,” he offered immediately.

You shook your head. “Would you mind if I went alone? I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

Suddenly Layla cleared her throat. “I can go with you. I could use a short walk too,” she said kindly.

As long as Steven wasn’t around, you were fine. Recently you found it harder and harder to be around him, and you weren’t sure how long you could keep doing this to him. Lying was harder than you’d ever imagined, you didn’t even know how some people managed to do it through their entire lives.

So you and Layla made your way out of the apartment, but once you stepped out on the street, she grabbed your arm and made you stop. “Are you pregnant?” she asked seriously.

“What? Me? No,” you replied with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“I heard you throwing up back there, and Steven’s right, you do look sick.” You kept shaking your head, trying to get rid of the idea of becoming a mother, but Layla was relentless. “We’re buying you a pregnancy test right now,” she told you, her tone making it clear she wouldn’t take no as an answer.

You wanted to object, but you soon realized resistance would be futile. You followed her lead, wondering if this was the reason why she had given you that strange look back there. Did she only notice you were sick? Was she oblivious to you lying to Steven and Marc about Jake? It was getting too much and too confusing.

You had no idea how, but Layla managed to convince to store owner to let you use the staff’s restroom to take the test. She wanted to know the result, so she waited outside and tried to entertain you through the door by telling you stories about their trip to Egypt. Stories you’d already heard from Steven, although from their perspective, which wasn’t necessarily the same as Layla’s. But you were grateful for that, because the conversation made time pass faster.

Your phone beeped, telling you it was time. Hesitantly, you picked up the test and took a look at it.

“Oh, shit,” you said defeatedly as you unlocked the door.

Hearing the light click, Layla teared the door open and rushed inside to see the result with her own eyes. “It’s positive,” she whispered, a wide grin growing on her face. “This is fantastic, Steven will be thrilled!”

She pulled you into a hug which you returned as if you were celebrating with her. But you weren’t happy about it. Sure, Steven would be a great father, but you weren’t sure if he or Jake was the father. Which in their situation was absurd, because technically speaking, it was Marc’s child. He just… wasn’t around when you got pregnant.

(part 6)

[tvimagines221b]

Imagine: Marc becoming defensive when Khonshu threatens to make you his new Avatar instead of Layla.

The moon and stars shined down on Marc Spector as Khonshu stood before him. Sometimes his servitude to the God of the Moon was a pain in the ass. And this time had been one of those times. “Marc Spector..” Khonshu started. “It seems your other alter isn’t taking the news all too well. Shame.” Marc looked down. Yes. It was true that Steven hadn’t taken the news of the truth very well. And since Marc was taken control of the body, for now Steven Grant was locked away. Marc let out a sigh, looking back up. “Yes yes… I know.” He swallowed. Instantly, Marc could tell Khonshu didn’t seem to happy. But he was doing the best that he could given their current predicament. “But don’t worry Khonshu, he won’t get in the way of our mission. I’ll make sure of it.” He tried to reassure. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Khonshu.

“I would make sure of it, Marc Spector…” Khonshu told him. “Or you may leave me no choice.”

Marc paused. “I’m sorry? No choice. Khonshu…”Was this about making Layla his Avatar? It had to be, right? He shakes his head.

“If you fail to succeed, then I will have no choice but to go to an Avatar who can.” Khonshu told him. But he gave a slight chuckle. “But no, I don’t mean your beloved wife, Layla. No in fact, I mean your precious daughter…”

“Y/N?” Marc whispered.

Khonshu nodded his head. “I’ve been keeping my eye on her Marc, and it seems she’s just as worthy as her Father. Maybe more… Think about that, Marc Spector. I’ll be around.” In the blink of an eye, Khonshu was gone. Leaving Marc in state of frustration, fear and panic. He couldn’t fail his mission. There was no way in hell he was letting your become Khonshu’s Avatar. Marc letting a shaky breath. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m going to keep you safe, I promise.” He closed his eyes for a moment. There was no way he was letting the God put that kind of blood on your hands. He would protect you, whatever it takes…

Suggested by: @thattripleabattery

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

A Lovely Zoo Date Interrupted By Khonshu Headcanons

The surprise date was a sate to the London Zoo Requested by Anon!

When Steven and Marc got the text that you were taking them to the London Zoo they were surprised by your choice.

Steven was absolutely beaming at the thought, but he also remembered that this date was kind of for Marc

Steven /Marc met you at the bus stop you both shared and waited for the bus to arrive

As Steven and Marc wait Steven relinquishes the body to Marc which immediately causes him to freeze up.

“Come on mate! Talk to them!”

Marc sighs before trying his best to put on Stevens accent

“So uh... Why he Zoo?”

“I thought you would like it! I know a bit about Egyptian Mythology from what you have told me and I thought you could do a tour and explain the significance of each animal!”

“Oh Mate! They are a person after my own heart!”

“Want to be out here for this? I’m not as good as you are...”

“I’ll feed you the lines you got this!”

Marc tries not to roll his eyes

“Did you not want to go to the Zoo?”

Shit I actually rolled my eyes

“N-No love! I just... I’ve never been to one...”

It wasn’t a lie, Marc has never been to a Zoo.

He was going to go to one as a birthday present when he was younger, but there was two kid passes

His father couldn’t stomach it and his mother was even worse

“Are you feeling sick? Your voice... sounds different...”

Shit you’re upset

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

How do I make this better

“Yeah I woke up with a sore throat this morning... Don’t worry I’d still like to go!”

Was that to posh?

Do I sound like an assho-

“Marc stop overthinking! You’re fine!” 

Once the bus arrives Marc sighs in relief

He allows you on first only to realize there are no seats

He decides to keep himself in front of you while your back is facing the door.

He doesn’t know what shady characters could be on this bus

Once you get off you walk in the direction of the Zoo

He sees your smile and feels conflicted

“Our heart is racing Marc...” 

He glares at the reflection of the bus as it drives by

Once you get to the kiosk he reaches for his wallet

He feels you gently grip his hand to stop him and he flinches slightly

“I got it Steven.” 

You give Marc that smile again

You both enter the Zoo and he sees you hold out your hand

“Take it Marc!”

Marc takes your hand and he sees you wince when he grips it to tight.

“Sorry...”

You shrug and begin dragging him toward different  animals

Steven continues to feed him information about how some animals are represented in Egyptian Mythology

“Did you know that Odin has two Ravens? They are called Hugin and Mugin”

When you proceed to talk about Norse Mythology both he and Steven are shocked

“Sorry I didn’t mean to go on a tangent...”

“No *Cough* No it’s fine... It’s interesting”

There is suddenly a gust of wind.

Looking in that direction he can see Khonshu

“Shit...”

He sees you look over and your eyebrows twitch slightly before looking back to them

“Everything alright Steven?”

Marc nods before turning toward you

“I just realized. I uh... I am not feeling to well. I think it is best I go home.”

Your face drops and he feels his heart stop for a moment

He made you sad

Fuck 

FUCK

“I-I am enjoying myself I promise! I just... I am just overwhelmed and my throat is starting up again”

Your face turns from sadness to concern

“Of course let’s go!” You say as you begin to rush him out

He is surprised you had no hesitation even when you could have stayed and had fun

“Would you like me to walk you home?”

You are rubbing his upper arm and he feels his face become warm

He shouldn’t like you.

You’re Stevens.

He has no right.

“*Cough* No I don’t want you to catch this.” He says as you both get off on your joined stops

“Oh okay...”

You gently squeeze his shoulder

“Message me when you get home?”

Marc nods before you both go your separate ways

Maybe you both should go your spereate ways for good... They saw Khonshu... What could he want?

[jungkookienoona]

Total Eclipse Final Part

Recommended Song: Through The Night by IU

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Summary:

After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.

Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU

Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Death of Major and Minor Characters. Body Horror. Talk of what its like to die. SMUT. Gore.

Word Count: 835

Note:Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.

I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.

Sorry this took so long! Between multiple pet deaths, work and stress, I couldn't bring myself to write. It's sort but I hope its good enough.

With a new deity in the mix, a new rhythm of the day came into play. Since Jungkook promised the gods that he’d do anything when pleading for your resurrection, Hathor took to renegotiating his deal with Khonshu. If he was going to serve her wishes, he needed days of freedom from Khonshu’s demand. The vengeful god wasn’t too pleased but relented to his elder cousin. And how does one serve the goddess of joy, love, sexuality, fate and transition into the afterlife? Apparently by being with you, either just spending the day together or he would help you shepherd lost souls to the Duat. 

Which meant yes, you could see ghosts, and because Khonshu considered ghosts to be travellers of the night, so could Jungkook. It was a shock to your system when you returned to your flat to see your dad’s spirit there, worried sick in the trashed space. 

“Oh, Y/N, thank the gods you’re alright!”

He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that you could surprisingly feel. But you were quick to return it which seemed to shock him too.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” you whispered into his shoulder.

“As if I’d ever leave you behind. I’ve always tried to be by your side when I could. And when Jungkook spoke to me, I knew I could rely on him to take care of you in my place. And whenever I needed him, I would feel this pull that would take me right to him.”

Jungkook cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“So that’s how you were always there when I had my nightmares?”

“Yeah… you could say it's a perk of being ‘The guardian of those who travel at night’. Didn’t quite like leaving you alone knowing that… you were still haunted by what happened.”

Your father cupped your face, you could feel the calluses on his fingers. You never thought you would get to welcome their roughness again. 

“My little digger is all grown up now, but I won’t know peace until I know you are safe and happy.”

You chuckled drily, “As long as I’m an avatar to a god, I don’t think I’ll ever be truly either of those.”

Your dad pinched your nose like he would when you were small, “You will be. A year or two of serving and you should be able to negotiate your freedom.”

Jungkook looked sceptical, “And how do you know this?”

“Well, in my line of work you sometimes stumbled across little tales in the glyphs that didn’t seem… significant. Not quite grand enough to be a religious text and not mundane enough to be a day in the life. Little fragmented tales of people being selected to serve the gods, almost like a priesthood, yet the duties not quite aligning with what was already known. And from what I remember of the fragments, no god ever keeps its chosen priest for a lifetime. If the priest wished to return to his prior life, he could. Only the truly devoted served for decades.”

“That’s a really convenient bit of info. Thanks dad.”

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Days were spent fixing up your trashed flat, salvaging what you could to take back to the house. Furniture was mostly ruined but your clothes were intact. Framed pictures needed reframing and your laptop had seen better days. But it still turned on which meant the contents could still be backed up onto a hard drive. 

Jungkook didn’t have too much at your flat since he had been crashing on your sofa, nowhere for him to really put his stuff. He helped you to repaint the walls and repair any noticeable damage from the cult members who broke in. It felt very domestic. You felt Hathor purring in the back of your mind from your content. Jungkook also helped psyche you up to cancel your rent contract. You visibly winced at the cancellation fee as you had to pay off the remaining months of your contract. It wasn’t easy to part with that kind of money, but moving into Jungkook’s safe house meant you didn’t have to pay rent anymore, which saved you money in the long run. 

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It was odd to be honest, falling asleep in Jungkook’s arms on his nights off from avataring. It was too peaceful, his steady heartbeat would lull you into a slumber that you used to try and delay. Memories of Egypt no longer stalked your dreams, though sometimes you would wake with a start when phantom claws touched your neck. And unlike before, Jungkook was no longer there wide awake to comfort you. No, it would be a groggy sort of comfort, a half awake murmur, as he pulled you back into him to lazily card his fingers through your hair and his other hand thumbed your hip. A soft kiss to your forehead as if that would banish what had woken you.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. Now and always.”

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[bloodmoon-bites]

The Moon’s Shadow |:| A Khonshu x reader fic |:| Part 2

Warnings: Swearing, Angst

Summary:  You are the reincarnation of the god of shadows (yes I am aware that kek exists but for sake of this fic, kek does not, and you are in his place), you had a past with a certain moon god. A past you were certain was left there, but when you run into him and his avatar you’re pulled into an adventure that you are sure you’re ready for. Who knows how it’s going to go, let’s see if you two can stand each other long enough to get done what needs to be done.

Word count: 870 Info: Y/N = your name Y/G/N = your god name

N/N = nickname

F/C = favorite color

E/C = Eye color

'Aeiduk = I promise in Arabic “Long time no see,” I said I looked over at the god, who looked shocked, frantic almost before chuckling slightly and shaking my head at him. My eyes wandered over to his avatar, who looked very confused, then back to him

“So, what have you managed to do this time bird boy?” I said crossing my arms and I heard him scoff

“So you come back from the dead and all you can say is ‘So, what have you managed to do this time bird boy?’ well then, looks like some people don’t ever change,” he said shaking his head, to which I scoffed

“Look who’s talking! You haven’t either,” I scoffed and let out a quick, short-lived, chuckle “I was a fool to think you may have gotten better, maybe changed, but no, you’re still the same asshole that I left eons ago!” I yelled at him, feeling tears begin accumulating in my eyes, the scenes of our fights running through my head

He sighed and shook his head again “as much as I would love to fight with you about the past we have bigger things on our hands… my previous avatar has taken to ammit. He is trying to revive her, pull her from her tomb, and now, thanks to this idiot,” he said pointing to his avatar “he now has the scarab! So now he’s going to know exactly where she is!” he said growling slightly out of anger

“Well have you tried talking to the others? Maybe bringing it up? Calling a meeting?” I asked crossing my arms again, wiping my eyes. He shook his head and sighed

“Listen, a lot has happened since you died okay? Long story short, I got banished, and I doubt they’d listen to me” he said sighing, cooling down a little, before I could reply I heard a voice interject

“I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?” I turned around the see the avatar “Y/G/N, the Egyptian god of shadow and chaos, and you are?” I said raising a brow

“Marc, Marc Spector.” the man, Marc apparently, said looking me over quickly, “and excuse me, but you don’t look like a god,” he said motioning to khonshu, I chuckled lightly and shook my head

“I’m a shape-shifter, I just prefer a more human look, rather than a more, animalistic one,” I said smirking before slowly fading into the shadows, making him shoot he had around trying to find me, before appearing behind him and leaning into his ear 

“Boo~” I watch the man jump and I started laughing smiling before looking over to khonshu and disappearing before reappearing in front of him

“Well then, looks like I’ll have to help you with your ammit problem hmm? Just try to stay off my ass will you?” I asked sighing, “and try not to argue about every little thing okay?” I said placing a hand on the hand he was using to hold his moon staff. The wind blew my F/C jacket out of the way revealing the old moon necklace he had given me all those years ago. I saw his head move to look at it and then at my hand. 

                                                   3rd person pov

If he could smile he would, but he was trying to keep a more neutral expression, trying to not let y/n know he had missed them dearly, hell he even missed their fight, just their voice alone was so much that he wanted to wrap them up in his arms once again. he looked up at them, and offered a small nod, looking into their E/C eyes and watching as their H/C hair was messed around with by the wind, a few strands flowing with it. It was all so much for the god, he looked over to his avatar

“Marc, may we have a moment alone?” he asked staring the man down. Marc simply nodded and turned a corner to walk off leaving the two gods alone to talk. 

Khonshu slowly turned to place his staff against the wall and he turned back to the god in front of him before sighing, trying to make sure his voice wouldn’t waver or stutter

“God, how I’ve missed you…” he said taking them in his arms and pulling them into a tight hug. Y/n stiffened at the touch before small tears began welling up in their eyes as they returned the hug

“I’m truly sorry for what I did, I’ve realized what I did wrong, and I’m sorry… please, just come back to me” Khonshu let his walls down for once, something he did rarely even around you, and only raw emotion flowed from him “I caused you pain, and I tore us apart, and for that, there is no amount of apology I can give to fix what happened”  Y/N looked up at the moon god, offering him a small smile “Promise me, promise me you won’t let your anger get the best of you again… then, yes, I’ll come back to you” Khonshu nodded “'aeiduk” and laid his forehead on Y/N’s. They leaned up and placed a small kiss on his bird skull beak “Love you, birdboy…” Tags for the people who liked my post saying this was coming out: @wlfia @prophecyflame @1storminsummer @beautifulweaselranchgarden @urleftball @poeticine @strangersomeone @sporadicoafshepherdpainter-blog @memento-mora @acceptedbyace @instantalien​

[n1ght5h4d3-24]

Nach Mera Hero (Alfasl Althaani)

A/N: This story is based on my theory. I was already in the process of writing this story before I saw @jupitersmoon167​ ‘s idea so I wanted to go ahead and get this out there so that no one thought I’d stolen their idea. 

My MCU theory: We know that the Eternals arrived in 5000 B.C, which means they were around during the Egyptian Era. Osiris mentions, during the Council’s meeting in episode 3 that the Gods turned their backs on humanity because humanity turned their backs on them first, so what if the Eternals made their way into Egypt because there were Deviants attacking. The Eternals have been depicted as Gods/Goddess before, and they can be seen using their abilities unlike the Egyptian Gods/Goddess, who can only be seen by their Avatars. Humanity has a thing about seeing is believing, so what if the reason the Egyptians turned their backs on their God/Goddesss was because they got tired of believing in entity they couldn’t perceive when there was a group of people they could see. 

-Previously- 

After the tour was over, Steven led Diana to the museum's stock room as promised. There had to be at least over a dozen boxes inside.

"Alright, so the Ennead plushes should be in one of these boxes. We just have to find the one with the right label." Steven tells her.

They split up and started checking the labels of the boxes. Ennead posters, gummies, plastic Ennead statues, pencils, small notebooks, plastic bookmarks, erasers...no plushes. Diana felt like she had to have looked at a dozen boxes until Steven called out.

"Found it!"

Diana turned around and walked over to Steven, who grabbed the box off the top of others. He set it down on the floor and pulls his box cutter out of his pants pocket, slicing through the tape. He pulled the box flaps open and revealed Khonshu plushes. She smiles brightly at the falcon plush with a crescent moon headpiece on its head and picks one out of the box. She looks at it for a moment before reaching into her skirt pocket and pulled out her wallet then handed a couple of bills over to Steven, who took it from her and pocketed the money to put into the register once they made their way back to the gift shop.

"Thanks for the tour, Steven. I had a great time learning from you. You are very passionate about Egyptology." she tells him.

Steven's face flushed bright pink at the compliment, "Y-you're welcome. I was afraid that I was rambling too much. A-and I am but, Donna doesn't think I'm cut out to be a tour guide so she put me in the gift shop."

Diana frowns at that, "I'm sorry Steven, that's not fair. I think you'd make an excellent tour guide. You'd easily give me a run for my money."

"Y-you think so?" he asks in uncertainty.

"Most definitely. I'll be sure to tell her how you did today, giving me a tour and maybe she'll finally allow you to be a tour guide." she says.

He smiled bashfully, "Th-thanks. I-I'd really appreciate that...although y-you really don't have to. I actually don't mind working in the gift shop."

"You don't have to lie to me. I noticed how unhappy you looked as compared to when you were giving me a tour. I'm very observant." she tells him.

"Stevie!" Donna's voice called somewhere outside the stock room.

They both turned their heads towards the door before looking at each other.

"I-I should probably go." Steven mentions.

"Right, of course. Thanks again for the tour. I'll see you around, Stevie." she giggles before walking out, leaving a flustered Steven behind.

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After taking some more time to closely look at a few of the Egyptian artifacts on display in the British Museum and reliving old memories, Diana headed back to her flat in a nearby building that was only a fifteen minute bus ride away. She climbed off the bus once it reached the bus stop that was around the corner from the building and headed towards said building. She heads inside and makes her way to the lift. She pressed the up button to call the lift and stepped onto it once it arrived. However, before the doors could close, she heard a voice call out.

"Hold the doors, please!"

The dirty blonde stuck her hand out, to prevent the doors from closing completely, and a familiar face stepped aboard.

"Steven! Twice in one day." she greets him.

"O-oh, hello Diana. You live here?" he asks.

"Yeah, rented out a flat when I moved here."

He takes a moment to look a the buttons on the lift and notices that his floor's button was already lit and then the lift started to move.

"Oh, your flat is on the same floor as mine." he mentions.

"Is it? I guess that makes us neighbors then." she tells him.

"Guess so." he agrees.

They rode the rest of the way up in somewhat comfortable silence. When the doors opened again, Steven allowed Diana to walk out before him. He followed behind her, down the hallway and he was pleasantly surprised to see that she moved into the flat across the hall from his.

"O-oh, we're across the hall neighbors. I live in the flat here." he points at his door.

"Cool! Already met a neighbor, who happens to be really sweet and kind." she compliments him.

Steven flushed immediately and fumbled with his keys. Diana watched him in slight amusement before he managed to get his key into the slot and unlock his door. He walked into the doorway then turned around to face her.

"I uh...apologize if I happen to wake you up or keep you up. I umm...have a sleeping disorder and get nightmares." he apologizes in advance.

"Don't worry, I don't sleep well either. So it won't be a problem." she tells him sincerely.

He gives her a nod and a half wave before closing his door. She enters her flat and closes the door behind her. The dirty blonde set her plush down on the table by the door before resting her left hand against the wall and used her right hand to pull off her flats, leaving them under the table before picking her plush back up and padded across the threshold of her flat, barefoot, to her bedroom. She sets the Khonshu plush down on the window sill then turns around and walks over to her adjoining bathroom, to take a shower.

After her shower, Diana changed into her pajamas but, she didn't go to bed. Instead, she walked over to her settee and took a seat. She leaned forward to pick up her journal and pencil before leaning back in the settee. She opened the ivory notebook with silver details and flipped through the already written on pages till landing on a blank page. She wrote about her day into her notebook. The Eternal had started keeping a journal since 1521 A.D, since her best friend walked away from her and the others, wanting to write down each of the important days should she ever see her friend again and since it had been a few centuries since that day, there were quite a few stacks of full notebooks.

Once recounting her day in her notebook, the Eternal closed it and set it back down onto the small coffee table, beside her glasses. Her green-blue eyes glance over at the tortoiseshell frames she had picked up to help her blend in even though she didn't need them. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before relaxing back into the settee. She wasn't sure how much longer she could continue doing this...being on her own. She had started considering moving in with Sersi ever since she found out that her friend lived in London but, at the same time she didn't want her friend to feel smothered by her presence. Perhaps she should attempt to get some sleep...yeah, sleep. The dirty blonde gets up from the settee and makes her way to her bedroom. However, yet again she didn't go to bed. Her eyes caught sight of her plush on the window sill and walked over to it. She picked it up and sat on the window sill, which was big enough to fit herself, before looking out her window and at the night sky.

Diana leaned against a sand dune after a meeting with the Egyptian royals, staring up at the starry night sky and taking in the waning moon. She could feel a presence beside her, one that wasn't any of her Eternal friends but, one of an ancient being. She smirked slightly before turning her head to the left and looked up to see a being with a bird skull, dressed in white bandages and holding a staff.

"Hello Khonshu," she greets him.

"Hello Litil Mun," he greeted in return.

She takes notice of the way his skull tilts downwards, his way of looking down at her.

"What are you thinking about?" he wonders.

She hums thoughtfully, "Not much. I'm just taking in the night sky after today. I've always found the night to be more peaceful than the day."

"It is. That's why the night will always be superior to day." Khonshu proclaims.

Diana laughs at him, "Of course you would think that."

"Am I wrong?"

"I think the both of us are a bit biased on the matter. The Moon Ennead and the Lunar Eternal...of course we'd prefer the night over the day." she's smiling up at him.

A silence falls between the pair of them for the moment, both heads turning up to look at the starry night sky once more.

"Litil Mun, what will happen once you and your friends defeat all the Deviants that have been showing up to Egypt?" Khonshu asks out of curiosity.

"Phastos has been keeping track of how many are around the kingdom. Once all is said and done, and we're sure that Egypt will be safe without us, we'll move on to the next city in danger." she answers truthfully.

The Egyptian deity turns his head to his companion once more, "You'll just leave?"

"Mm-hmm. There won't be any use for us once we ensure the kingdom's safety." she says.

"I'm sure you will be missed. Especially since the people of Egypt treat you and the others as Gods and Goddesses...turning their backs on the Gods and Goddesses they had before you arrived." Khonshu can't help the jab.

Diana sighs, "You know that was never our intention, Khon...we had no idea about the Egyptians beliefs before we arrived. We were only after protecting Egypt from the Deviants. We can't help how humanity works, believing so easily in something they can perceive over something they can't...other than your Avatars. Besides, once we're gone they'll probably start believing in you and the others again."

Khonshu seems to deflate just a little, "I'm sorry, my Litil Mun...I didn't mean to upset you. The others have been upset since humanity turned their backs on them and it's been annoying me. I didn't mean to take my annoyance out on you."

She gives him a small smile, "It's okay, I understand."

"Diana! Where have you gone?" a voice calls out for the lunar Eternal.

The duo turn their heads in the direction of the voice, and the dirty blonde gets up from leaning against the sand dune. She does her best to brush the sand off herself and bony fingers reach out to brush sand off the back of the Eternal.

"Goodnight, Khonshu. I'll see you around." she tells him before heading in the direction of whoever called her.

"See you, Litil Mun." he says after her.

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