#Jake lockley x teen!reader

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baby scarab || 69

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A/N : okay so like- im kinda back into it?? college is going great and i think im out of my depression era so HEY GUYS!!!!!!

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, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, multiverse nonsense, nothing makes sense, making multiverse friends, bad words, reuniting, and then a call from casper, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

Saying incoherently, 'motherfucker- where am I now…?' You quickly look about, attempting to figure out where you are, while muttering to yourself. 

The enormous windows letting sunlight into the large room add to the luxury surroundings, which give the image of a sumptuous mansion. Your eyes linger on the immaculate couches, which appear to have been sat on very little, if at all.

Once you hear footsteps approaching, you become apprehensive and go quickly behind one of the soft furnishings. 

Out of sight, your heart thumping in the stillness, your pulse accelerating with every second. Your unexpected arrival in this opulent home is made more mysterious by the obvious tension in the air.

Looking out from where you are, you see a man entering the kitchen, which is connected to the living room where you are now standing. If you look attentively at him, you can see that he looks tired and worn out, which is confirmed when he carefully pours himself a drink at the counter. 

Your expression becomes confused when you see him turn around and hold the glass to his lips while sipping from it. 

A sardonic grin appears on your face as you imagine this figure to be someone you know, particularly your dads, but with a hilarious twist—somehow, like your father if he were to be bald.

A surprising scene unfolds in front of you as you stand in the peaceful calm of the moment, adding a lovely whimsical touch to the tense atmosphere that surrounds you. 

A rush of bewilderment swept over you as you furrowed your brows, filling your head with doubts about who the person in front of you was. There was an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach as you continued to wonder who you were actually staring at. 

But as soon as your eyes locked with his, you felt a tremendous wave of familiarity, and everything came to you with a startling clarity.

The world appeared to stop for a moment as he gave you the look in return, his eyes meeting yours with a fierce, unblinking intensity. 

You were immobile, your body almost automatically hiding behind the couch's protection, as though it were trying to escape the severity of what was happening to you.

Time seemed to have stopped, trapping you in that instant of realization and bewilderment, a precarious equilibrium between awareness and fear. 

Each detail was sharply engraved into your mind, belying the strange nature of the event, as the scene unfolded like a tableau. 

And you couldn't help but ponder about the ramifications of this unexpected encounter as you stayed motionless, concealed behind the couch.

He arched an eyebrow and said, "Now what are you doing here in my home, girly?" in a little suspicious tone. The puzzled look on your face grew deeper as he sipped his drink slowly, and you began to feel uneasy. 

You got to your feet gingerly, your palms up in a sign of submission, not knowing how to answer his surprise query in such a strange place.

As she looked about the room, she carefully remarked, "I don't mean to intrude," her words tinged with worry. 

The man said, "That's not what it looks like." Grinning subtly, he retrieved a stylish smartphone from his pocket and quickly dialed three numbers with well-honed accuracy. 

You exhale a long sigh of resignation and set out into the unknown depths of the next dimension.

~~~

After exhausting all other options, Jake and Layla spent the night in a nearby homeless shelter. The warm, compassionate vibes emanating from the very friendly women who worked there welcomed their weary eyes as they entered the institution. 

These kind hearted people embraced Jake and Layla, providing them with more than just short-term housing—they gave them hope at a period of uncertainty. 

In contrast to the chilly streets they had explored hours earlier, the women showed them to their own beds, which were modest but comfortable places to sleep. 

The shelter volunteers carefully prepared a warm dinner for them to eat, which the two avatars were extremely grateful for.

Having found an ally in their cause, Jake let out a sigh of relief as he continued to shovel food into his mouth. 

He muttered, "I'm glad we have someone on our side," in between mouthfuls. Layla smirked as she pointed out the truth of their predicament in her incisive answer. 

She questioned, "You mean underpaid women from another universe?" The weight they carried on their shoulders weighed heavily in the air, reminding them of their predicament despite their casual joking.

Jake rolls his eyes at his companion's casual remark, experiencing a wave of annoyance. The only sound to accompany their shared dinner is the clinking of cutlery as they both discreetly return to their own meals while the tension lingers in the air.

After standing apprehensively, Layla eventually found the confidence to ask her query. "Can I see Marc?" Her voice, which was a mixture of anxiety and longing, was hardly audible above a whisper.

At her request, Jake's stern face softened a little, his features loosening as he gave her request some thought. He nodded gently and agreed, but not before reminding her, "Just keep it PG, alright?"

“You’re such an ass, Jake.”

~~~

The strange experience of seeing your dad's doppelgängers, each of whom seemed as a different person, started to have a profound impact on you as you traveled through one universe after another. 

The weight of this phenomena increased with every new experience, settling you with a sensation of uncertainty and uneasiness. 

You were left feeling increasingly confused and emotionally strained as a result of these frequent glimpses of various incarnations of a familiar face, which made it difficult to distinguish between the actual world and the fantastical.

After seeing the hardships of a struggling musician, meeting a promiscuous man, meeting a dignified duke, discovering a group involved in questionable activities, and ending up stranded in a spacecraft, you are now alone with nothing to keep you company but the cold metal floor below you, your head in your hands, and you are thinking back on the series of events that brought you to this lonely moment.

Anxiety gnawed at you as you thought about the new version of your father appearing eventually. 

What if there was a dark side to this current version of him, turning him into a villain? The very idea of people wearing your father's face doing evil things made you sick. 

You felt a discordant chord when you witnessed familiar features contrasted with abhorrent behavior.

You startle out of your deep thought as a succession of gentle beeps abruptly disturb the silence, causing you to flinch a little. 

Up until the sudden sound, you had been so engrossed in your thoughts that you had been totally oblivious to your surroundings. It was like a trance being broken and brought back to reality. 

When the noise's origin finally dawns on you, you turn to see an odd sight next to you. In front of you was a small, round, seemingly innocuous robotic figure. 

Despite being mechanical, its face—or what may be called a face—looked strangely adorable. Its appeal was only enhanced by the fine intricacies in its design.

Once again, the robot beeps playfully before carefully approaching the spot where you were sitting. As you watched it move with a mixture of interest and laughter, you couldn't help but wonder what it was doing. 

Did it have a more sophisticated intelligence than its cute looks, or was it just programmed to engage with onlookers?

You were charmed by the innocent manner of the small robot as it rolled closer to you. It seemed to be requesting your attention, a quiet plea for company. 

Despite your first astonishment, you and this endearing creation started to feel warm and connected. 

The metallic creature appears to be pulled to your outstretched hand as you sit there in wonder, your eyes focused on the tiny robot before you hesitantly extend a hand towards it, beeping a succession of happy melodies like a symphony of excitement.

As you watch the tiny mechanical wonder zigzagging across the surface, its beeps blending with the faint but distinct sound of its sirens, a gentle exhale from your lips and your body eases into a more comfortable position.

You remark gently, "If you're trying to talk to me, I can't understand you," with a hint of regret in your voice. 

A dejected smile lights up your face, lending the situation a hint of melancholy. The bot, seeming almost bewildered, cautiously approaches you, its mechanical motions a little clumsy as it unintentionally strikes the tip of your shoe. 

But when you observe the bot's attempt to interact with you, you have a warm look on your face that combines humor and compassion. 

Grinning broadly, you extend your hand again, your fingers following the fine ridges and ridges of the metal, a motion that is at once tender and inquisitive. 

You firmly declare, "I don't speak robot," as you face the circular bot in front of you with your arms crossed. 

Unaffected by your comments, the mechanical thing beeps once and then turns dutifully in the direction of the approaching footfall from outside in the long narrow hallway.

"BB-8, now's not the time to be playing hide and seek," When he notices you sitting on the floor, a man's voice stops its feverish whispering.

With a tired sigh, you anticipate the man's next move and begin your introduction before he can say anything. 

The familiar phrases flow naturally from your lips as you dive into your practiced speech with a sense of urgency.

"My name is y/n Spector-Grant-Lockley-El Fouly, and I want you to know that I'm not here to hurt you, violate your privacy, or take anything from you. I'm from a different universe. Finding my dads is the only reason I'm here"

“…Okay.”

Raising your head, you see a mirrored version of your own father standing in front of you, and a wave of déjà vu passes over you. Although his face is an exact clone of your dad's typically composed manner, there is a little intensity in his eyes that permeates the atmosphere. 

"Okay?" you repeat, the word weighing heavily on the air between you with unanswered questions. You feel a change in the air, a tension that wasn't there previously, as though this meeting has more meaning than you initially realize. 

You find yourself reaching for words to break the spell as the quiet lingers, pregnant with meanings that cannot be expressed. At last, you are able to express your perplexity, "That's it?" 

"Well, you know, my friend here is really picky about introductions. He doesn't just let them in." He shrugged nonchalantly as he watched his robotic companion walk in a slow circle around his legs. 

"Plus, it seems like you've had a long day and might not have the energy to make a bad impression," he said.

You found yourself letting out another weary sigh as the fatigue began to set in again. You leaned your head back against the cool wall behind you and closed your eyes for a while, reliving the day's events. 

With an inquisitive yet amiable gaze, the man crouchs away from you. He mutters, "Maybe the reason people are thrown off is because you have a million last names," almost amused. 

You gently turn, meeting his gaze with a small smile on the corners of your lips. "Maybe," you answer, your eyes sparkling with amusement, "So... I don't understand what your robot is saying. He was introducing himself, right?” 

You stoop a little, curious to see what the robot is trying to tell you, curious to understand the mechanical entity's attempt at communication.

There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes as he nodded. He responded, "Yeah, his name is BB-8," in an admiring tone. He proudly clarified, "And he's not just any ordinary robot, he's a droid," 

He shook his head in dissent when asked if a robot and a droid were the same thing. He explained, "No, they are quite different," eager to impart his expertise. 

In the reality of this world, there was no doubt about the difference between the two: a droid was made for a specific purpose and had sophisticated technological capabilities, but a robot was just a machine.

As you return your focus to the droid in front of you, you hear a quiet "hm" slip out of your mouth. 

Despite the droid's absence of facial expressions, you try to project warmth by smiling softly and saying, "It's nice to meet you then." As a sign of its friendliness, BB-8 replies with a string of upbeat beeps and whistles. 

You laugh at the droid's amusing antics as it scurries around with excitement and bumps into your shoe once more.

"Oh, and my name is Poe." The man greets you with a warm smile and holds out his hand for a handshake. "Poe Dameron." 

His solid grasp gives you a pleasant sense of kinship as you return the gesture. Poe smiles and gives you a hand up after you exchange names. His manner conveys a combination of assurance and sincere goodwill.

"so.. another universe, huh?" You nod as he leads you out of the tiny space.

"Yes, how come you're handling this so well?" Unable to understand how he seems so calm in the face of such mind-bending revelations, his posture unflinching in the face of the remarkable, you ask, your voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, and he answers with a calm smile.

Poe lifts his shoulders a little before he speaks, his demeanor casual. "You know, I have this friend that does the most amazing things that leave you speechless. In addition, there are a billion galaxies in the huge, mind-blowing region in which we exist. In light of all of that, the notion that there are several universes doesn't seem all that absurd, does it?” He explains dramatically.

Based on your facial expression, which verges on admiration, you ponder his remarks for a while. "Well, that's.. interesting. It feels oddly comforting if you think about it that way.”

When he says, "Well, I'm going to get you two could meet; I have a feeling that she might be able to provide some valuable assistance or guidance to you in one way or another," he holds the door open with a kind smile on his face, showing that he is willing to help you meet the person he thinks could be able to help in some way or offer insightful advice.

You say, "Huh, I guess this universe doesn't completely suck," as a smile spreads across your face and a gleam of hope and optimism sparkles in your eyes. 

The comforting reply, "Ah, you'd be surprised," has a tinge of mystery about it, as though they have a secret that could permanently alter your viewpoint.

~~~

Poe had introduced you to a courageous man named Finn and a kind woman named Rey. 

According to the description, Rey had a strange power called "the force," the full scope of which you were never told. Poe suggested that Rey might be able to access your mind and provide direction for your future path. Conversely, Finn radiated a feeling of unflinching loyalty and calm power. 

You could not help but feel a sense of wonder and eagerness growing within you as you watched their exchanges and sensed their unsaid connection. 

You are currently following Rey's instructions and practicing meditation, despite the difficulty posed by your dimension-changing-bracelet-things lack of direction. I

It's an intriguing contrast to be using a technique that doesn't offer a clear path to navigate through the unknown, but here you are, accepting the peace of meditation as a means of self-centering. 

"Take a moment to clear your mind, y/n," Rey says in a soothing voice that reverberates across the space. Sitting across from you, she looks up at you with a calm expression on her face. 

Around the ship, Poe, Finn, and BB-8 are all busy with different chores. With a gleam of hope in her eyes, she adds, "If you focus, you might find a newfound ability within yourself. Imagine utilizing your watch to precisely locate the whereabouts of your parents and then embarking on a journey to reunite with them." 

With a sense of adventure and potential, the suggestion remains in the air. It seems as though Rey's words have given you a sense of resolve and unlocked a world of limitless possibilities.

With a trace of amusement dancing in your voice, you jokingly say, "You sound like Khonshu. All mysterious and cryptic." You like the comparison, as seen by the slight smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

Rey furrows her brow, obviously perplexed by your allusion. "What's a Khonshu?" she asks, intrigued by the strange moniker.

Though he is your honorary grandfather, you pause for a time, wondering how to describe the mysterious character of Khonshu, a man enshrouded in old stories and traditions. 

But after a moment of hesitation, you just shake your head and respond with a little, sardonic smile, "...nevermind."

She looks at you with an eyebrow up, and there's a hint of suspicion in her face that makes you blink and open your eyes again without realizing it, a faint shivering running down your back. 

The y/n-tingle that had briefly been under your skin now starts to get stronger, takes the form of a tingling sensation that prickles and tingles, and you move slightly under her examining gaze.

"..well anyways," she began in a gentle and comforting tone, "I could try to access your subconscious mind to find out where your parents are," she said swiftly, "of course, only if you are comfortable with that." 

A look of concern and resolve flashed over her eyes as she delicately reached her hands towards your temples.

After giving it a moment to stew, you nodded firmly, stating that you would stop at nothing to be with your loved ones again, your need for their company intense.

You felt reassured and at ease when you saw Rey's warm smile. She softly said, "Take a deep breath and let go of any tension, just unwind and have faith that everything will work out. It won't take long, so there's no reason to resist."

Sensing the warmth of her words, you obeyed and closed your eyes, following Rey's instructions to take a deep breath and let go of any anxiety that was bothering you.

You experience a slow detachment as though your consciousness is floating away, putting you in a state of mental suspension while Rey looks for hints to find your parents' auras. 

Your senses are overloaded with glimpses of the past and feelings as memories begin to flood in, racing across your mind at breakneck speed. Each memory flashes vividly before blending into the next, creating a mental tornado due to the intensity of the rush of memories. 

In the midst of this swirl of memories, Rey's attention becomes more acute, searching the area for anything of importance that would point her in the direction of your parents' auras.

As she carefully and purposefully gathers each clue, assembling the jigsaw with a resolute determination, the urgency of her search grows. 

As the link between the memories and Rey's search gradually becomes apparent, you experience a growing sense of expectancy, a mixture of thrill and fear. 

The sensations and pictures that surround you act as a portal, revealing secrets and solving the enigma surrounding your past. 

As time goes on, the overlapping stories of your recollections and Rey's objective come together, gradually entangling you in the mysterious web of your entwined fate.

As they observed you both, Poe and Finn exchanged nervous looks, a tinge of concern showing on their faces. 

The robot, BB-8, came toward you warily, its whirls and beeps indicating its anxiety. It made a modest, almost tentative, tilting motion with its dome, one that suggested uneasiness. 

Poe came forward, his tone gentle as he sought to console the little droid, assuring it that everything was alright.

The room appeared to come alive with a new vitality as you gasped, and Rey pulled her hands away from yours. You both returned to the present after the brief period of connection and shared trance you had entered together. Y

you both felt a sense of success and a growing bond as Rey's concentrated attempt to find the auras of your lost parents came to an end.

"He looks exactly like—" Rey interrupts herself, leaving her statement unfinished. 

You murmur, "I know... it's confusing," as the burden of the bewildering circumstance begins to weigh on you. 

As a physical expression of the cerebral tiredness brought on by attempting to make sense of the chaos of information racing through your head, your fingers automatically reach up to rub your weary eyes. 

Finn raised his voice in a curious tone, asking for clarification. "Who looks like what?" he inquired, showing interest and a wish to learn more about the circumstances.

With a warm smile in return, Rey got up right away and reached out to help you up. She smiled and said, "Congratulations, Poe," as if to say something remarkable. "You're a father in another universe," she said.

Surprised by the unexpected information, Poe chuckled a little while seeming to be amused and incredulous. 

"Nuh uh," he answered, his tone displaying a mix of suspicion and laughter at the lighthearted conversation taking place all around him.

Rey looks at him. She thinks, "Oh, in this poor little girl's world, her father—well, fathers are just like you." She turns back to you again. “I wonder where the other version of her is in this case." 

When you cocked your head in thought, a trace of bewilderment appeared on your face, as though you were attempting to solve a difficult puzzle. 

With a faint smile pulling at the edges of your lips, you asked, "Maybe I'm one of a kind...?" Your face was a mixture of playfulness and uncertainty.

Rey, wearing a knowing smirk, couldn't resist rolling her eyes in amusement at your contemplation. She said, "Believe what you must, child," with a hint of mild humor, expressing her acceptance of your distinct viewpoint and originality.

Finn's face twists in confusion as he becomes aware of how different you are from Poe "But y'all don't look alike," he says honestly. 

"I'm adopted," you reply nonchalantly. Finn's face brightens with comprehension when his eyes enlarge in shock. 

"Oh, congratulations, no shit!" He cheerfully holds out his hand, giving you a congratulatory high five and a kind grin that suggests he understands and appreciates the special circumstances of your adoption.

Rey looks at Finn, her face screaming for him to go back to the work at hand. She emphasizes the value of staying on course by asking, "Can we please get back to business?" with a trace of aggressiveness in her voice. 

Seeing the sincerity in Rey's eyes, Finn becomes clearly deflated, as if he was a kicked puppy. An apologetic "Yeah, yeah, sorry mom," he murmurs.

Rey slowly looks back at you, her eyes displaying a mix of resolve and hesitancy. She confesses quietly, "I know where they are, relatively speaking," with a note of cautious optimism in her voice. 

She says, "I can certainly assist you in an attempt to pinpoint their location on your helpful little device," in a confident yet realistic tone. But a veil of doubt dampens her prior zeal, and she pauses before continuing. 

Rey looks at you and says, "But, I must be honest with you - there's no guarantee that our efforts will yield success," with a hint of grief in her eyes as she makes a silent appeal for your understanding.

You grin at the three people in front of you with a heartfelt look of thanks, astonished by the magnitude of their assistance. 

You sincerely say, "You guys have truly made a difference.. beyond what I can put into words - I am so grateful for everything," with a determined heart. The trio smiles back at you, kindness and understanding reflected in their eyes. 

Poe says, "We hope that you find your way back home safely, kiddo," in a tone that is comforting and caring.

Playfully prodding your shoe again, the droid rolls around to you with a subtle whir, its sleek metallic shell shining under the warm glow of the overhead lights. A warm sensation blossoms in your chest as you watch its charming conduct, and you can't help but laugh at its funny antics. 

"You're a good droid," you whisper lovingly, appreciating how it reacts to your compliment. With a succession of joyful beeps, the droid's mechanical voice is filled with what can only be described as contentment. 

Then, with a feeling of purpose in its movements, it glides back over to Poe.

With a kind grin on her face, Rey takes your hands in hers and clasps them tenderly, a gesture that conveys comfort and certainty. With a gentle yet eager tone, she asks, "Are you ready?"

With a determined expression in your eyes, you slowly nod in agreement, saying, "Yes, I am ready to find my family and go back home where I belong." You feel excited and full of optimism when you consider getting back together with your loved ones. 

~~~

Thanks to the generous assistance of the committed women at the homeless shelter, Marc and Layla had thankfully accepted the healing power of a restful night's sleep, thanking them profusely before saying goodbye and moving on. 

They were unaware that the situation they were in appeared to be unsolvable; confronted with a being that was a sinister reflection of themselves, they were unable to come up with a clear solution.

Even though the situation was unsettling, going home seemed as out of the question as facing this evil doppelgänger. 

The pair, in search of peace and clarity, took refuge in the peaceful haven of a little pond, which reminded them of a happy day in your world when a mischievous duck escaped into your custody and was hidden inside your jacket.

"Do you think she's okay?" As she waits for Marc's answer, Layla asks, turning to face him with anxiety in her eyes.

"I think she's fine... knowing her, she's probably out there trying to find us, making sure we're safe," Marc responds after letting out a long sigh. You  always put other people before yourself; that's just the type of person you are.

With pride visible in her features, Layla nods in accord, her countenance softening. She smiles and says, "That's our girl," her voice full of tenderness and respect for their brave and kind daughter.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Marc appears almost hesitant as he carefully considers his words before finally mustering up the courage to ask Layla, “Our..?"

Layla nods gently in response, her eyes full of love and comprehension. "Yes, our. It's something that's expressed on paper as well as deep within our emotions," she says quietly.

Marc's expression softens, a mixture of tenderness and regret flickering across his features as he struggles to find the right words.

"Well, I had been hoping for a more opportune moment to ask you again, a moment that would be more fitting for what I have in mind, but circumstances have a way of guiding us to unexpected places," he says with an air of anxiety.

"Shut up, Marc," Layla mumbled to herself, her displeasure palpable as she dug further into her pockets, the fabric rustling with every swipe. 

Marc shifted uneasily, a scowl tarnishing his features as he sensed the stress coming from Layla.

"You could've just said no-" Marc opened his mouth to say something, but Layla cut him off with a sudden motion, her hand now coming out of her pocket and firmly gripping a small object. 

Exasperated yet loving at the same time, she reached out to him and held a tiny ring in her hand.

"I was supposed to ask you this time, stupid," Layla started hopefully at Marc, her tone softening, a tinge of humor in her remarks. 

Marc's first line of defense vanished as the revelation hit him, and he could feel the strain from the earlier denial leaving his shoulders as they relaxed. They exchanged a knowing glance that went beyond words, and their wordless connection spoke a great deal about the moment's significance.

With a flash of anxious excitement in his eyes, he takes out his own ring and shows it to Layla. A broad smile appears on his face as he playfully teases her, saying, “So ask then, dummy."

His cheekiness takes Layla by surprise, and she responds by giving him a playful yet loving slap on the head. "Marry me." she declares, her eyes sparkling. 

The moment lingers as Marc nods eagerly in response while experiencing a wave of emotions. They exchange rings, each putting the mark of their love onto the other's finger in a charming and personal gesture.

As they sit together, unified in their dedication and newly discovered delight, relishing the unique link they've just cemented via their joint promise of forever, the weight of the moment is evident.

With tears in his eyes, Marc took a deep breath before starting to speak, his voice heavy with regret. 

"I understand now, Layla. I was cruel to you, treated you poorly, and for that, I was a bad person," he confessed. "I'm truly thankful that Y/N helped reunite us." His words softened as he turned to Layla, expressing his deepest desires. 

"I long to continue this journey of parenthood with you by my side, Layla. I cherish the thought of parenting our daughter together, and I hope you can find it in your heart to be my wife once more," he whispered, the weight of his plea hanging in the air. 

Layla's touch was gentle as she raised her hand to lovingly cradle Marc's face, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of empathy and understanding. "You were dealt an unfair hand, Marc," she began softly, her voice tinged with sorrow and regret. 

"You let the anger and grief consume you, and I blame myself partially for not being there to guide you through those dark moments." With a sense of reassurance in her tone, she continued, "But know that you have found redemption in the face of adversity. Yes, you've done things you're not proud of, but a significant portion of the blame lies with Khonshu." 

A bittersweet chuckle escaped her lips, carrying a mix of amusement and relief, as she added a light-hearted touch to the weight of their conversation.

“I think.. We are both ready to communicate better. Like adults” Layla nods firmly.

As Marc nodded and leaned closer to Layla, their connection was evident in the air, conveying his intense feelings. He whispered softly, "I love you, Layla," the words bearing the weight of his sincere love.

His statement caused Layla's own smile to expand, reflecting the joy and love in her heart. She added earnestly, "I love you too, Marc," her eyes gleaming with affection and tenderness. 

Just as the two lovers were about to close the physical gap between them, a strange, humanoid figure suddenly fell into Marc's lap. Marc was startled out of the private moment with a pained groan as he staggered backwards due to the abrupt weight and contact. 

The possibility of intimacy between the two was destroyed in that instant, and in its stead came a feeling of perplexity and disbelief at the odd development. 

"What the fuck was that!?" Marc, taken aback by the unexpected interruption, shoved the person away with an audible groan that echoed through the air.

"It's Y/N!" Layla came running over to lend a helping hand, reaching out to help you get your bearings, and her voice cut through the chaos with a tone that was both relieved and urgent. 

After processing Layla's remarks, Marc's initial disbelief gave way to a rush of awareness and alarm as he realized how serious the situation was. 

"What?! Oh my god - Y/N!" he said, his voice becoming softer as he rose to his feet, his movements becoming automatic as he embraced you in a comforting and cozy hug. 

The tension from the unexpected meeting slowly subsided as Marc and Layla came together for a moment, their mutual concern for your welfare creating a wall of protection around you.

The three of you stood entwined in a passionate embrace, demonstrating the unshakable tie created by shared concerns and experiences.

Your eyes hunted for answers in the sky until they found Layla as you stood motionless, a sense of incredulity sweeping over you. With a mixture of surprise and hope, you blurted out, "Mom..?"

Layla's comforting nod caused a wave of feelings to wash over you. "Yes- how- how did you find us, honey?" You had long craved the sensation of security that her touch provided.

When the truth of your difficult trip finally set you, the floodgates of emotion opened. Your eyes began to well up with tears as you searched for the perfect words to describe the tumultuous mixture of relief and fatigue that overwhelmed you. 

"I- I just..." Those incomplete words carried the weight of your experiences, demonstrating the fortitude you had displayed during your search for your home.

Layla exhaled, her voice trembling with excitement and relief at your return, "you don't have to explain, we- oh my god you're here." Her eyes filled with tears of delight, and she was unable to control the smile that lit up every surface with her genuine happiness.

As a nonverbal expression of love and appreciation for your safe return, she gently kissed your forehead. She then transferred you to Marc, who embraced you with such warmth that it felt like you had returned home after a long journey.

Marc muttered, "Oh my sweet girl," in a tone that was both relieved and loving. "I had a feeling you were coming." His eyes glistened with a range of feelings, expressing the need and love he had experienced while you were away.

Knowing that you were at last back where you belonged, you experienced a wave of calm as you sank into his embrace. 

With concern and interest in your voice, you inquired, "How- how long have you been stuck here?"

Marc said, "Only almost two days," his eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and assurance. 

A dramatic change occurs as you are taken off guard by Steven's unexpected hug. His hands gently stroke your face before pressing light kisses all over your face. 

"My darling! Oh my god, are you hurt?  How did you get here? "How are you feeling?" he blurted out in an anxious tone.

You took hold of Steven's wrists and gently reassured him, "I'm all right, Steven. It's simply a little bit... hard to explain." 

As he examined you with worry, a smirk appeared on his lips. "Are you really sure? You're completely covered in dirt.” As you stood in front of him and felt the weight of his love and concern enveloping you in a consoling embrace, his contagious laughter filled the air. 

Layla couldn't help but cross her arms in faux disapproval and chastise Steven with a lighthearted smirk. In response, Steven bowed slightly in acceptance of Layla's taunting, but his expression was apologetic.

When Jake became known to the subject at hand, he said, "You're always so brave, hermosa," with adoration in his voice. His touch was warm and reassuring as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. 

He then asked a useful query, "Just one question though, how are we planning to get home from here?" with a hint of humor. 

His look, which was a combination of interest and practicality, highlighted how crucial it was to make sure that the evening's activities ended safely and amicably.

You raise your wrist with a happy smile, showing off the bracelet that has the ability to change your universe. 

"Just hold onto me," you command quietly and with assurance. As you follow Strange's previous instructions on how to operate the watch, Jake and Layla obediently hold onto you, their faith in you unshaken.

You three plunge through a swirling gateway as the watch is triggered, its mystic abilities swirling around you. When you finally crash onto the sanctum's well-known grounds, the impact is lessened by your shared unity and connection. 

After the turmoil of the trip, the sanctum's aura welcomes you like an old friend, familiar and reassuring. 

Stephen's well-known goateed visage towers over you as the three of you slowly stand up, holding a warm mug of tea. "How was your vacation?" he asks in a deep voice, breaking the silence. 

 “Take this fucking watch back- I’m never traveling the multiverse EVER again because holy shit-“ is your response, as you wrinkle up your face in disgust.

With a knowing gleam in his eye, Stephen laughs and takes the watch. "I completely understand that. Crossing realms may be quite the.. thrill," he says.

"I'm guessing these are the parents?" Stephen asked, breaking the stillness again with a curious expression on his face. He pointed to Jake and Layla in a courteous but curious tone.

Jake firmly takes a step forward and holds out his hand to introduce himself. "Jake Lockley, professional lift services," he declares, his voice tinged with a little pride.

"He’s just a fancy Uber," you say with a smirk.

With his brows knitted in false seriousness, Jake says, "Shut it, or you're grounded," as Stephen laughs and gives Jake an affirming handshake.

"Hey! I just saved your ass!" you snap back, a frown forming on your face, and Layla laughs.

“Ah, tom-ay-to, to-mah-to” He waves you off, a playful expression dancing in his eyes before turning more serious.

With a comforting tone and a sense of achievement in his voice, the mystic artist said, "I think you are ready to go home now." 

Your eyes moved to him in appreciation of the direction and attention he had given you during the session. You sincerely said, "Thank you, Dr. Strange," with a kind grin.

"Call me Stephen," he says with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've truly redeemed my perception of spider people," he teases, a chuckle escaping him softly.

"Really?" you exclaim, your voice tinged with excitement as you lean in, eager for his response.

Stephen takes a moment to savor the anticipation, his gaze thoughtful before replying. "No," he responds, his tone slightly serious yet holding a playful glint. Bringing the cup of tea to his lips, he takes a slow sip, the steam swirling around him in a comforting embrace.

“Ah, so you got jokes,” you chuckle in response, playfully taking your parents’ hands in a lighthearted gesture. “Funny,” you remark with a grin, appreciating the humor in the moment.

As you prepare to leave, the mysterious figure bids you farewell, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue and a touch of respect. “Get home safe now, arachnid,” he calls out, his tone holding a mix of banter and sincerity. 

“Nice meeting you, Moon Knight, Scarlet Scarab,” he adds, acknowledging the unique monikers with a sense of camaraderie.

You lead the two through the sanctum's enormous doors, guiding Jake and Layla with a slight tug while navigating their confused expressions towards Stephen's knowledge of their alter egos. 

"Yeah.. He does that. You laugh, highlighting the lighthearted aspect of the circumstance, "Don't let it keep you up at night." 

You three continue down the silent sidewalk, each step bringing you closer to the comforts of home as the sanctum's doors close behind you and the echoes fade into the night.

There is a secret settlement between you and your parents during the journey back to the apartment, filled with knowing smiles and glances. A sensation of solidarity and togetherness fills the air as you stroll along the sidewalk.

A physical reminder of your connection is provided by the warmth of your clasped hands, a gesture that conveys meaning without using words. 

Knowing that you have each other to rely on no matter what obstacles you face gives you strength and comfort during these brief but meaningful moments of closeness.

A sense of satisfaction and solidarity clings as you get closer to your apartment's familiar entrance, indicating that more times of entertaining and affection are to come.

And then, a call from Casper.

~~~

A/N : holy shit guys i did it. im a genius.

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[l3m0ncyan]

Heyy can you maybe write something about moonboys with a reader who was lots of religous trauma (catholic) if u feel comfortable doing so.

AN: Hey! Sorry about taking too long but I finally had time to write your request! I kinda wrote a mix of catholicism and Christianity when I did this so I hope I still nailed it with what you were looking for

Summary: After being kicked out of your religious parent's home, you reply to a flyer looking for a roommate from Steven Grant. Fast forward to the present, you find yourself going out on a date, but anxiety consumes you when Marc and the alters witness you kissing your date.

The reader is non-binary and queer in this

Warnings: hinting of homophobia, panic attacks, anxiety, ANGST/COMFORT

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You trudged down the busy sidewalk, your steps heavy and slow. Your backpack was heavy on your back, and the bag full of clothes in your hand didn't make things any easier.

You felt as though you were moving through a thick fog, lost in thought and barely aware of your surroundings. Your mind was consumed by a single question: how did you end up here?

It wasn't until you stopped at a red light that you remembered. The memories flooded back to you all at once, overwhelming you. You closed your eyes and tried pushing them away, but they persisted. The shouting, the tears, the slammed doors. The final confrontation that had led to you being thrown out of your own home.

Your heart raced as you stood in the living room, your parents' accusing stares fixed on you. Your mother's face was twisted in anger, and your father's expression was one of disgust.

"How could you do this to us?" your mother spat, her voice seething with rage. "Do you think this is what the lord wanted!?"

You stood frozen, your mind reeling as you tried to comprehend what was happening. You had known that your parents were devout Catholics, but you didn’t expect them to react so harshly to the news of who you were attracted to.

"I'm sorry," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your mother's hand flew out, slapping you hard across the face. You stumbled back, your cheek stinging from the impact. Your father stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.

"We won't have a fag of a child," he growled. "You're not welcome here anymore. You leave tonight. Come back when the lord has banished that demon in you"

Tears streamed down your face as you gathered your things, your parents' hateful words ringing in your ears. As you stepped out into the cold night air, you knew that your life would never be the same again.

You opened your eyes again, taking a deep breath and looking around. The city bustled around you, indifferent to your pain. But you couldn't afford to stop and wallow in self-pity. With a heavy heart, you continued on your way, your mind still weighed down by the painful memories.

As you walked down the street, you couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. It was crazy to think that one short kiss could have changed your life so drastically.

“So stupid,” you mumbled.

Despite the pain and anger you felt, you couldn't help but find some humor in the situation. It was like something out of a bad movie, a clichéd plotline about a teenager who rebelled against their parents' wishes.

The sound of a car horn jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly crossed the street, feeling the weight of your backpack dragging you down.

Continuing along the path of London, the concrete sidewalk felt unforgiving against the soles of your feet. Every step made your feet ache, and you were grateful to stumble upon the familiar sight of the library. Its grand entrance welcomed you with open arms, and you could feel a wave of relief wash over you.

As you stepped inside, the scent of aged leather and paper wafted through the air. It was a comforting smell, one that reminded you of the countless hours you had spent here before. The library had always been a sanctuary for you, a place where you could escape from the turmoil of the outside world.

You made your way to a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of strangers. The couch you settled into was plush and inviting, with swirling designs that seemed to soothe your frayed nerves. You sank into the cushions, grateful for the momentary respite from the harsh realities of life.

One thing that you were surprised with was how your parents didn’t bother taking your phone. They probably thought you would infect them with such queer thoughts. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at the small joke you made in your mind.

You knew that living on the streets was not sustainable, especially with the unpredictable London weather. Pulling up the browser on said phone, you searched for flatmate postings in the area.

As you scrolled through countless ads, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. Most places were too expensive or too far from where you needed to be.

It seemed like your search was fruitless until you stumbled upon a flyer for a room in a shared flat.

You read the description and noticed that the person even added a bio for themselves. Which seemed helpful. Turns out it was a man who was around his 30s by the name of Steven Grant.

Reading his traits, it seemed like he fancied Egypt and was sort of awkward from the way he wrote his sentences. As if he was hesitant. It was probably a red flag, especially since he seemed like he was twice your age.

But then again, what was the harm? You still had your job and could always leave if things didn't work out.

You typed out a message, introducing yourself and expressing interest in the room. You tried not to think too much about the age difference, telling yourself that it was just a temporary living situation.

As you hit send, a wave of nervousness washed over you. What if he was a creep? What if he didn't like you? What if it was all a mistake?

You decided to distract yourself by looking around the library. Your eyes landed on a bookshelf filled with classic novels, and you couldn't resist the urge to pick one up.

As you flipped through the pages, you felt yourself getting lost in the story. The sound of your phone buzzing broke you out of your trance, and you quickly checked the message.

To your surprise, Steven had responded quickly, and he seemed friendly and genuine in his response. You smiled to yourself, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time.

You quickly jotted down the address, feeling a glimmer of hope. It wasn't much, but it was a start. You knew that you had to take action and make things happen for yourself.

Packing up your things, you made your way out of the library and back onto the busy streets. The grey sky had turned into a light drizzle, and you could feel the droplets hitting your face.

–

As you stood in front of the red brick building, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It was a humble structure, decent enough for someone to live there. However, with the cold London air wrapped around you, the building looked like a sanctuary in your eyes.

Your pressed the button corresponding to the apartment number Steven Grant had provided. Soon enough the intercom cracked to life and his flowed through the speaker. It was a soft British tone, tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Hello? Is that… uh, Y/N?" Steven's voice came through, slightly stammering. The uncertainty in his tone mirrored your own, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection in that shared vulnerability.

"Yeah, it's me," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm here for the room. We've been talking online?"

“Yes! I remember,” he said, “I’ll buzz you in, take the elevator to the fifth floor and well so on”

With each word from Steven's voice, you could sense a genuine warmth and kindness. It made you feel a little more at ease as you approached the building's entrance. The door clicked open, granting you access to the building's interior.

Opting for the elevator, you stepped inside, noticing the worn-out state of its mirrored walls. It wasn't the most glamorous elevator, but you weren’t about to turn back just because of this

The soft chime of the elevator announced your arrival, and the doors opened to reveal a hallway with green carpeting and red-bricked walls.

You followed the hallway, your footsteps muffled by the carpet, until you reached the designated door, you knocked.

As the door swung open, revealing Steven Grant, you couldn't help but notice the details that made up his appearance.

His tousled dark brown curls framed his face, and the barely noticeable eye bags beneath his eyes hinted at a life filled with worries and late nights. He wore a button-up shirt with a subtle blue pattern and grey jeans. His body language was a rather timid one. Yet he still managed to hold a warm smile.

“Hello, you must be Y/N. I am Steven. Steven Grant to be exact, but you probably already know that by now” he smiled sheepishly.

You smiled back and he offered his hand to shake which you obliged. He invited you in and spent the time introducing each other. After getting to know each other, he showed you your room and left you alone to rest.

---

Time passed swiftly, and before you knew it, two years had gone by since you first moved in with Steven. The bond between you two had grown stronger with each passing day. What began as a mere arrangement of roommates had blossomed into a genuine friendship.

Steven, with his kind and gentle nature, had made you feel comfortable and welcomed from the very beginning. Despite his busy schedule, he always found time to chat and get to know you better. You shared stories, discovered you two had a few things in common, and bonded.

In the daily routine of your lives, you found a rhythm. Steven worked long hours, often returning home exhausted from his job at the museum.

On those days, you took it upon yourself to prepare a comforting meal, a small gesture of gratitude for his hospitality. And on his days off, he would take charge of the kitchen, preparing delicious meals for the two of you to enjoy.

Beyond the confines of your flat, you explored the city together, whether it was a simple movie night in or a trip to buy essentials for the apartment. These moments of shared companionship filled your days with warmth and laughter.

It was during this time, after months of living together, that Steven finally revealed his unique condition to you. With a mix of worry and relief, he shared that he had a disorder that allowed him to have alters—different personalities within the same body. Rather than being frightened or turned away, you found it intriguing and accepted it without hesitation. Your acceptance meant the world to Steven, and he introduced you to his alters, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley.

Marc, the original owner of the body, and Jake, who primarily appeared at night, treated you with the same kindness and respect that Steven did. They became like older brothers to you, providing support and friendship without judgment.

Yet, despite the close bond you had formed with Steven and his alters, you still kept a secret from them. The reason behind your search for a roommate remained unspoken. You simply alluded to problems at home, and thankfully, they never pressed for further details.

In a surprising turn of events, they eventually revealed one of their greatest secrets to you - their alter egos were vigilantes, harnessing the powers of an Egyptian god named Khonshu. Initially shocked by this revelation, you couldn't fathom that your best friend had powers. Steven had to make you a cup of tea as you sat on the couch trying to wrap your head around this special truth.

In the end, though, you found it actually awesome and kept him and the others up with your many questions.

—

It was now June and being an almost young adult has brought you more stress. With all the shifts you have taken plus class work, Steven and the others can almost see the white hairs on your scalp.

Opening the door to the flat, you sat your belongings on the small wooden table and walked over to the couch. You practically threw yourself on it, putting your head back on the head rest. You heard a few pops as you did.

As you tried resting, the feeling of your phone buzzing for a second made you lift your head.

Taking a look at the lock screen, you saw the name of the one person who seemed to be the one to make you the happiest person in the world.

Just seeing their name gave you butterflies.

As you were about to open the message, a gust of wind and the sound of a window opening caught your attention.

The crisp breeze carried the sounds of the bustling city into the flat. Without even needing to glance in that direction, you knew it was Marc, or Moon Knight, making his entrance. The distinct outfit he wore and the grunts of effort were unmistakable.

Quickly, you put your phone away, attempting to hide it by slipping it into the pocket of your sweater. You don’t know why but it made you terrified if Marc or the others knew who you might have fallen for.

As Marc finally managed to squeeze himself through the window, he landed "gracefully" on the floor. His eyes scanned the room, and his gaze briefly met yours. He offered a small nod of acknowledgment before proceeding to make his mask disappear and soon his suit, revealing his familiar face beneath.

"Long day?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of teasiness. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Yeah, it's been hectic. Work, classes… feels like I'm juggling a hundred things at once. How about you?"

"Oh, you know how it is. The usual patrol, taking down some low-level criminals, and listening to the bird screech every few seconds. Nothing too out of the ordinary." he rolled his shoulders back. He grabbed the pint that sat on the dining table, poured water into his cup, and proceeded to take a sip.

You nodded, faking your interest in his day being a vigilante while your mind secretly wandered back to the message that still awaited your attention.

“Have you eaten?” Marc makes his way towards the couch, looming over your side.

You shake your head and give a simple ‘no’. Marc nods and hums but Steven becomes worried. Something that you have gotten used to.

“Are you hungry?” he asks once he takes control of the body, “I can cook us some dinner”

“I’m good, you go ahead and eat. I think I’m going to get some sleep” you say as you begin to get up and stretch.

Steven, sensing the fatigue in your voice, stepped towards your view, his brows furrowing with worry.

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I could whip up something quick and light," he insisted, his nurturing nature shining through.

You shook your head, trying to push aside the fatigue that weighed heavily on your shoulders. "Thanks, Steven, but I really just need some rest. We can eat dinner tomorrow, yeah?," you assured him, grateful for his concern.

Steven hesitated but gave a quick nod. With a heartfelt "good night," you left the living room and retreated to your room.

You shut the door behind you and kicked off your shoes and placed them to the short shoe rack you bought a while ago. Not bothering to change out of your work clothes, you immediately took out your cellphone front the pocket of you sweater and clicked on the message that waited on your lock screen.

The messaging app opened the chat with a new message. As your eyes scanned the words, a smile slowly formed on your lips, stretching wider.

They had invited you to the local festival in London, and the thought of spending a day together filled you with excitement. Indulging in delicious food, and maybe even strolling hand in hand made your heart skip a beat.

Quickly you replied and hit send. It didn’t take long for you to get a reply, one that ended with a heart emoji. It felt too good to be true.

However, a familiar sense of anxiety began to creep in. The fear of Steven and the others judging and rejecting you weighed heavily on your heart.

Even though after all the kindness they shown you and offering you a safe space and unwavering support, the pain left from your past made it difficult to fully let go of the fear.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice that you were biting your nails until now. With a sigh, you brought your hand down and clenched it into a fist.

"I need to calm down," you tell yourself.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, you reminded yourself that for now, you would simply tell Steven and the others that you were going out with a friend.

But as your mind wandered further, a new wave of uncertainty washed over you. What would happen when you and your crush became official?

Leaving the thought to marinate in your mind, you settled back on your bed, the weariness of the day finally catching up to you. As you closed your eyes, sleep enveloped you.

-

Looking out the window of your room, the sight of the setting sun cast a warm orange glow across the sky. From what you felt from the breeze coming through the window, you can tell your date was going to have the perfect weather.

Making sure you had all your essentials, you stepped out of your room and gently closed the door behind you. Expecting the others to be out, you quietly glided through the living room towards the front door of the apartment, eager to begin your evening.

However, just as you were about to make your exit, a gruff voice chimed in from the kitchen, momentarily halting your progress. “Y honde vas con tanta prisa?”.

*"And where are you going with such a rush?"*

You turned to see Jake, one of Steven's alters, leaning casually on the dining table. He held a mug of coffee in his hand, his trademark cab driver's hat adding a touch of character to his appearance. It was a rare sight to see him up and about at this time, usually only crossing paths with him during late-night snack runs.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected presence. Gathering your composure, you mustered up a casual tone and replied, "Oh, I'm just going out with a friend to that festival that's been happening. Should be fun."

Jake let out a thoughtful 'hmm' and nodded in acknowledgment. "Alright, have fun," he said in his distinct Spanish accent, taking a sip of his coffee. His brief response hinted that he knew there was more to your plans than what you were revealing.

Feeling a mixture of relief and curiosity, you offered a small smile and replied, "Thanks, Jake. I'll see you later," before turning back towards the front door.

“Don’t count on it,” is the last thing you hear before you shut the door.

You make your round from the elevator, to the lobby, and finally to the outside of the apartment complex.

-

The trip to the festival location was quick, and before you knew it, the cab dropped you off in front of the entrance. Two poles held up a banner displaying the festival's name, and your excitement grew as you took in the vibrant scene before you. Colorful carps fluttered in the air, and the aroma of various cuisines filled your senses. The lively music and the buzz of conversation and laughter added to the festive atmosphere.

Before entering, you took a moment to pull out your phone and let your date know that you had arrived. As you glanced around the crowd, searching for any familiar faces, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart skipped a beat as you saw your date standing there with a warm smile. Their well-put-together outfit only made you fall for them more.

"Hey, you look amazing," they complimented, their words sending a pleasant tingle down your spine.

Blushing slightly, you replied with a grateful "Thanks," appreciating their kind words. They gestured towards the festival and asked if you were ready to head in.

With a quick nod, you both began walking towards the entrance, their hand gently holding onto yours. The touch sent a wave of warmth and comfort through you, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection.

As you walked together, they glanced at you with a gentle expression. "So we don't lose each other," they said, their words laced with a touch of playful concern.

You tried your best to hide your growing blush, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied, "Okay,"

-

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Marc sat on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the television. With the sun having gone down and nothing else to occupy his time, he welcomed the break. However, the peace was short-lived as Steven and Jake's conversation echoed in the headspace.

"I'm telling you, I can always tell when someone is lying," Jake asserted confidently to Steven.

Curiosity piqued, Steven responded eagerly, "Oh, do you believe Y/N is going on her first date? I wonder why she didn't tell us. We could have offered our help."

Jake's reply dripped with sarcasm, "Yes, we could have been so helpful. With your track record of missing dates, and Marc’s of telling Layla he wants a divorce before vanishing into thin air. Yes, we're the experts."

Defending himself, Steven huffed, "I could have still provided some assistance. Besides, I'm sure you've had your fair share of dates while you're out and about as Moon Knight."

Jake's response hinted at a different topic, "I got straight to the point with my 'dates'."

Steven was taken aback, his voice filled with surprise, "…I won't ask for details. But maybe you could have given them some advice and shared your methods for making dates go well."

"I'm not going to tell my strategies for getting women into bed to a young person," Jake argued.

Steven persisted, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Bloody hell, is that what you did when we blacked out?!"

Flipping to a channel reporting breaking news, Marc quickly shushed the ongoing conversation between Steven and Jake, raising the volume of the TV.

The broadcast displayed a blurry image of a large creature with glowing white eyes, seen prowling the streets of London. According to the report, the sighting had occurred just an hour ago.

"Shit, I thought we got rid of the jackals," Marc muttered under his breath, his expression tense.

Steven's worry was evident as he responded, "Guess not all of them."

Jake, usually reserved, suddenly pointed something out from the picture. "Look," he said, gesturing towards the background. The frozen image revealed the silhouette of what appeared to be a ferris wheel and colorful lights.

Realization dawned on Steven, his voice filled with concern. "Wait, isn't that the festival Y/N is at?"

Without hesitation, Marc stood up and headed towards the coat hanger, grabbing his jacket. "We need to go find her," he stated firmly, the other alters nodding in agreement, their determination silently shared

-

As you strolled through the festival, enjoying each other's company, you immersed yourselves in the vibrant atmosphere. The dark sky was illuminated by the moon and the colorful lights, casting a magical glow over the surroundings. The cool breeze carried the tantalizing aroma of various food stalls, tempting your senses.

You and your date had experienced much of what the festival had to offer. From sampling treats from different stands to enjoying live music performances, every moment was filled with joy and laughter.

However, your favorite memory was the enchanting ride on the ferris wheel, where you shared breathtaking views of the city of London.

Now, as you continued to walk hand in hand, your companion led you to a mesmerizing sight—a large electronic tree adorned with hanging vines that emitted a soft, ethereal glow. The scene reminded you of the mystical Tree of Souls from the movie Avatar.

In the midst of this enchanting moment, you felt your phone vibrate with incoming messages. Glancing at it briefly, you saw that Marc had sent a message.

Deciding it could wait, you slipped your phone back into your pocket, fully immersing yourself in the magical ambiance of the festival and cherishing the time you had left with your date.

- As Marc rushed through the bustling festival, his eyes darted around in search of his roommate among the sea of people. Determined to find them, he skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, pushing past groups of festival-goers.

Steven anxiously asked if you had replied yet. Marc quickly retrieved his phone and checked the messaging app, only to find that the message was still marked as "delivered."

Frustration welled up within him, and he let out an exasperated groan. "They better be having the time of their life if they're not answering," Marc grumbled under his breath.

Refusing to be distracted, Marc continued his search, his eyes scanning the festival grounds. Suddenly, Jake's voice broke through the noise, drawing Marc's attention to a beautifully illuminated tree in the distance

Marc looks over and sees you with your date engaged in what seems to be a cheerful conversation. He maneuvered his way through the crowd, skillfully navigating the sea of people toward the tree.

-

“You know, I was really nervous for today,” you say bashfully, looking down.

“Why?”

“I just didn’t want to mess up, I didn’t want to mess up around you…” You sigh and look down.

They reached out, their thumb and forefinger gently lifting your chin, urging you to meet their gaze.

"You don't have to worry about messing up around me," they reassured you, their voice filled with warmth.

Your lips begin to close and do.

The soft touch of your lips meeting theirs sent a surge of electricity through your body, igniting a fire within you. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the embrace, the world around you fading away into a blur of colors and lights.

As you finally parted, a shared smile spread across your faces. The air between you felt charged with indescribable energy, and a playful giggle escaped your lips, echoing their own laughter.

“Y/N!”

As Marc's voice cuts through the air, calling out your name, your heart skips a beat, and a rush of anxiety floods your veins. Time seems to slow down, and a wave of coldness washes over you, chilling you to the core.

He saw, didn’t he?

He saw the kiss.

You see yourself standing in the living room again, trapped in the midst of your parents' loud yelling. Their voices merge into a cacophony, filling the room with tension and hostility. And then, the painful sting of a slap against your cheek, a searing reminder of who you are.

The memory lingers, intertwining with the present moment, as your breath becomes shallow and rapid. The sense of not belonging, of being unwanted, threatens to suffocate you.

In the midst of your escalating panic, the presence of Marc and the others becomes an ominous presence. Their gazes, their judgment, all meeting you, magnifying your self-doubt and insecurity. The fear of being rejected and abandoned by the very people who have shown you kindness gnaws at your core.

As the piercing screams rupture the air, jolting you out of the tormenting loop of your thoughts, your attention snaps towards the source of the commotion. Panic and chaos grip the atmosphere as people scatter in a frenzied frenzy.

The sight that greets your eyes fills you with terror. A grotesque creature resembling a naked Doberman, with a menacing roar, rampages through the crowd, leaving destruction in its wake.

You look back at Marc but he’s gone and soon enough you hear a ‘watch out’. Looking back to the creature you see it charging at your crush. Immediately you jump and push them out of the way, knocking both of you to the ground.

You stand up and offer them a hand, “You okay?”

They nod and smile, “Yeah,”

Before you can say anything else, you hear a growl, and you two turn to see it targeting the both of you. Without a moment's hesitation, you position yourself in front of them, using your body as a shield to protect them from imminent danger.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the adrenaline surging through your system heightening your senses.

As you navigate the chaotic scene, your mind races, desperately trying to find an escape or help from others. But it’s no use; you’re being cornered with your backs toward the fake tree and everyone has already run away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll be fine,” you mutter to yourself, having hope that one of the alters will come to help you. That’s if they would even save you two.

The ferocious jackal growls, its predatory instincts guiding its every move. It inches closer, its eyes fixed on you and your crush, hungry for its prey.

With no warning, it leaps with its fangs ready to pierce through your skin. You flinch away while still guarding the person you care about behind your body.

Waiting for the teeth to pierce, it doesn’t come. You cautiously open your eyes, bracing for the worst. Instead, a wave of relief washes over you as you witness Marc, fully suited up, intercepting the jackal's attack. He grips its jaws firmly to prevent its fangs from reaching you.

"Go!" Marc's strained voice resounds, he uses his energy to hurl the jackal against a nearby stand.

Without hesitation, you seize the opportunity, nodding in acknowledgment. Grasping the hand of the person you cherish, you sprint away from the chaotic scene, your focus fixed on finding safety.

–

After Marc and the others took care of the jackal, the police and paramedics had thoroughly questioned you and your date, ensuring that both of you were unharmed and gathering information about the incident.

They dropped you off at the apartment, promising to have the next date somewhere far from demon dogs. After a lighthearted chuckle, you shared a quick kiss and you were left alone.

The memory of the kiss weighed heavily on your mind, filling you with an overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety. The same feeling you had when your parents told you about one of the church members seeing your kiss.

The rush of emotions threatened to consume you as you stepped into the elevator, each floor passing in a blur, the descent feeling unbearably fast.

Your heart raced, your breath quickened, and you yearned for time to slow down, to grant you a moment of respite before facing the impending turmoil.

You stepped into the apartment, only to find the window where Marc had been yesterday opened once again, this time it was Steven. It seemed as though he wanted to be the first to make sure you were safe. Regardless of his intention, you couldn't linger in the living room. Every fiber of your being screamed for escape, to distance yourself from the piercing scrutiny of his gaze.

Steven shed his suit, reverting to his casual attire, and his shoulders visibly relaxed as he exhaled, ready to greet you. However, before he could utter a complete sentence, you darted past him, your body tense and trembling with fear. Avoiding his gaze at all costs, you spoke with hurried words, expressing your intention to leave.

“I’ll leave,”

Confusion etched across Steven's face as he followed behind you. Entering your room, you left the door open, revealing the chaos of your hastily tossed wardrobe contents strewn across your bed. Your frenzied movements hinted at a desperate attempt to escape, to sever any ties that could hold you back.

“Hey, hey, what–” Approaching cautiously, Steven tried to intervene, his words cut off as you flinched away from his touch. Shocked, he retreated, his eyes fixed upon you with a mix of concern and worry.

Silence enveloped the room, allowing him to piece together the fragments of your behavior. The memory of Marc's discovery at the festival tree flashed in his mind, the sheer terror upon your face as he witnessed your kiss. It almost reminded him of Marc when he was a child and had to face his mother.

“I’ll be done quick, just don’t– I…” You tried to speak but your voice shook and dared to break.

Sensing your need for solace, Steven chose his words carefully. “Do you…want to talk about it?” he offered, inviting you to share the burden that weighed so heavily upon you.

Your gaze lifted slowly, meeting his eyes, and although no words escaped your lips, a silent nod conveyed your willingness to open up. Steven settled himself upon your bed, creating a safe space for you.

The moment you sat beside him and saw his gentle features, letting you know everything was alright, you broke down. Through trembling sobs, you poured out the reason behind your decision to leave your family. Each tear that fell carried with it the weight of two years' worth of fear and anguish.

Steven stayed silent, allowing you the space to release your emotions that you had been suppressing. His heart panged with how much you went through.

Towards the end, you finally tell him your deepest fear, your voice quivering, “I was scared… scared that if I told you guys, you would look at me differently or treat me like my parents did. You guys were the only ones who ever cared about me.”

Without hesitation, Steven pulled you into a tight embrace, offering the warmth and comfort you so desperately needed.

He felt the tremors coursing through your body, the intensity of your sobs increasing with each passing moment. Gently, he rubbed soothing circles on your back, whispering reassuring words, "It's okay… it's okay."

Once you calmed down, Steven gently pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes.

"We will always be here for you, alright? Me and the others, we won't ever leave your side. And why should we? Just because you've found someone who brings you happiness? Remember, you are deserving of love and acceptance, regardless of anyone else's opinions"

A fragile smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your eyes still red from crying. As Steven's presence seamlessly transitioned to that of Marc, he tightened his grip on your shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"Whatever your parents or anyone else thinks, who cares? Fuck them," he declared, his voice brimming with support, “The only opinion you should care about is yours.”

You smile and nod as you wipe away the already dry tears. "Thanks," you say, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you

Marc returns the smile but then pauses, as if someone else was talking to him. "Jake says that we love and support you all the way through," he relays, his gaze briefly shifting upward.

Immediately, Marc's body tenses and Jake takes control. "He translated wrong, pero algo asi” Jake interjects, his tone slightly awkward.

*”something like that”*

You chuckle at their exchange, appreciating their effort to make you feel better. Trusting your instincts, you pull Jake into a hug, catching him off guard. He awkwardly pats your back before wrapping his arms around you awkwardly.

“Steven take control. No estoy acostumbrado a cosas como esta” Jake whispers, and in a seamless transition, Steven replaces Jake, hugging you tightly.

*”Im not used to stuff like this”*

After the touching moment, Steven starts asking about your date, eager to hear how it went and if you had fun. He expresses his excitement about the kiss and eagerly shares in your joy.

Throughout the conversation, Marc would pop up, being protective. He asks if they made you uncomfortable or if they offended you. Despite your reassurances that the date went well and that you enjoyed it, Jake continues to question, saying how he knows a few ways to make them never hurt you.

All you can do is just chuckle as the three try to learn more of the person who stole your heart.

Months pass, and you begin to bring your partner to the apartment, introducing them to Steven and the other alters. Usually Steven takes control of the body, since Marc and Jake would either try to embarrass you or test your partner's commitment. However, their attempts fail, especially after years of being together with your partner.

No matter what, the three still accept the two of you with open arms.

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I feel like I didn’t write enough interactions of reader with the Moon men but I hope y’all liked it :)

[0scars1saac]

Hello there! If you have come across this page and follow @m4xedout , that is me! Ive been logged out of my account and cant seem to get back in! And if you are wondering about the one finned wonder series! Don't! Because!!..im restarting it lol, it felt too rushed, and i really just did not like it, obviously i wont have time to work on it right now, but when i do i will put thw first RESTARTED chapter up as soon as possible! Please leave suggestions about the series, message me if you did like it and if you didnt or just give tips about changing some of the points! Goodbye!! And thank you if you did find this :)

[generalgalaxyfury]

love it!🫶🏻❤️

Help from your friends.

Moonknight x Teen reader PLATONIC.

Genre : Oneshot.

Pairing : Steven Grant x teen reader, Marc Spector x teen reader, Jake Lockley x teen reader.

Summary : Your friends help you build a shelf.

Sitting on the ground, legs crossed, you cast an annoyed glance at the plans spread out in front of you. No matter how hard you read and reread them, examine the many diagrams in detail and even look on the internet, you still hadn't managed to assemble this damn shelf, even after a good hour of assembling and disassembling the many parts.

You groaned for what felt like the hundredth time today and threw up your arms in exasperation. Handiwork was obviously not for you.

You liked to read more than anything and you had decided to buy one of those pretty book shelves from IKEA to store your many books. You were tired of leaving them lying around in piles bigger than you. At night, you'd trip over them sometimes and then have to pick them up and pile them up again as you rubbed your sore toes.

You lay on your back, crushing your tools and some building plans, and rubbed your eyes. You almost didn't hear the knock on your apartment door. You indicated that the door was unlocked in a loud, weary voice. The door creaked open, then slammed shut, and you heard familiar footsteps crossing your hallway.

"Hiya love !"

You straighten up hastily, a big smile on your face.

"Hello Steven !"

He smiled back at you with the same energy then turned to the window and you knew he was listening to his two alters.

"Marc and Jake say hello too."

"Hi guys !" You waved awkwardly, not sure if they could see you.

Steven held grocery bags in his hands filled with what appeared to be sweets, sodas and chips. He often brought you snacks and books when he visited you, and you smile thinking that he spoils you a lot. He put them on the couch and walked over to you as you rose to greet him. He hugged you tightly, then released you, his gaze lingering on the mess that littered the floor of your living room.

"What happened here ?"

You fidgeted a little, embarrassed.

"I was trying to assemble a bookshelf, but it turned out to be more difficult than expected,” you confessed.

"Why didn't you call us ? We could have helped."

Without waiting for your answer, he frantically reached into his shirt pockets and pulled out his pair of rectangular reading glasses. You smile as you watch him put them on his nose and sit on the floor, in the same spot where you were a moment ago.

He began rummaging through the many plans and brought a few to his face to examine. You tried in vain to restrict your laughter to his old man's attitude. A chuckle escaped your lips and you couldn't stop it. Steven looked up from the papers he was holding and gave you a questioning look.

"What is it ? What's funny ?"

"You," you replied with a mocking look.

"Me ?" He says pointing his index finger to his chest. "Why ?"

"You look like a grandma."

You burst out laughing at his shocked look. He rolled his eyes playfully and returned his attention to his work.

~~~~~~

Half an hour had passed. Steven now had the same desperate look you had earlier. His curly hair stood on end from every time he'd run his hand through it.

You sighed in annoyance and stood up, your leg bones cracking after all the time you'd been sitting on the floor.

"Ummm... You want tea ? I'll make tea."

You stomped towards the kitchen without waiting for his response.

"Hey, Steven. Give me the body, you're messing it up !"

"I'm definitely not going to give you the body !" Steven exclaimed. "I know you'll end up getting upset and throwing everything away. They don't need that," he added, watching you bustle behind the counter, a kettle full of water in your hand.

"What ? I would never do that!"

"Stevie is right, amigo. You can't keep your cool," Jake sneered, joining the conversation between the british and the american.

You heard the man arguing with his reflection for a few more minutes, laughing. Eventually you saw the body straighten up and lose its shy and friendly look to be replaced with a tense body and a deep frown. You knew it was Marc who were fronting now. You watched him shake the blueprints and tools and mutter annoyedly for a few more minutes before the whistle of the kettle startles you.

~~~~~~

"That doesn't make any sense ! And why is it so hard it's just a damn bookshelf !"

"I told you, hermano."

"Oh shut up Jake !"

"You're never gonna make it if you keep arguing like this !" said Steven wearily. "Now shut up and focus on that bloody shelf before they come back."

Marc stared at the shelf he had partially built. He took a sip of the tea you had brought him and concentrated on his work while you picked up your books scattered all over the apartment, ready to put them in their new location.

"C'mon hermano, give me the body. I can do it faster than you."

Five minutes later, the large white shelf stood against the wall with a proud Jake leaning on it.

"How in the hell did you do that ?!" Marc spat in an annoyed tone.

"I always said I was the smartest of us," Jake replied smugly with a smirk. The american answered him with an irritating growl.

"Well done Jake !" exclaimed Steven.

"Jake, you did it !"

He turned to you, who had just come out of your room, a stack of books in your arms, and a wide grin. You put them on the floor and examined the shelf with an admiring look.

"Yeah, it was nothing, don't wor..."

He was interrupted by your arms hugging him tightly. Surprised, he did not immediately return your hug.

"Thanks guys. What would I do without you, hm ?"

"You probably would never assemble this damn shelf," he sneered, his arms around you.

You giggled in his neck and released him. You could sense it was Marc now.

"Do you want to do a movie night ?" You asked hopefully. You were always very happy to spend time with them and you also wanted to thank them for helping you.

"Of course kiddo. Why do you think we bought snacks ?" he said, pointing to the bags Steven had put on your couch earlier.

You grinned and thanked him.

"So, what do you want to watch ?"

"Harry Potter."

"AGAIN ?!"

"Yes, again. Now sit down and shut up. I'll go get the snacks Steven bought."

He sat down on the couch, grumbling, and turned on the TV. He complained a lot but you knew he loved doing movie nights no matter what movie you chose. You also knew he secretly enjoyed watching Harry Potter. As long as it was with you, he would be happy, they would all be happy.

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I wanted to try and write a oneshot for once, I hope you liked it ;) Sorry for my English 😅

Moony🌛

[poppyflower-22]

Moon Boys

(These are just small discerptions that explain the one shot or parts as shortly as possibly)

Fluff:

Nothing yet...

In The Middle:

Its Marc's birthday in which you only know because of Jake and Stevan but Marc doesn't like birthdays. Hurt/Comfort. HERE

Past Avenger reader. The boys find out your true identity when they call you in. Part 1, HERE Part 2, HERE

Ex Widow assassin. You find Marc when on a mission but it's not only Marc, your husband. Smut with Steven. HERE

Iris Avatar. Soule mate Au. You help Marc on his mission, but it gets hard when you feel something. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. HERE

There on the run. It's like a vacation. Smut. Jake doesn't show but they know he's there. HERE

** Reader thinks Jake and Marc are Steven's twins. They both start felling something for her but when the truth comes out Steven doesn't want to want to think of the possibilities. But maybe it's too late. Major, Hurt/Comfort. Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE

Marc and Steven are so happy with you, but Jake doesn't want you around and wants you gone. The two boys won't be having it. Happy ending. Hurt/Comfort. HERE.

Series:

Reader is a college student. Full Masterlist. Starts as Steven then all the boys. Smut. HERE

Reader is an OC. Full masterlist. Smut. Reader is with the moon boys and Layla at the end. HERE

Dad's best friend. ⬇️

1. Marc. HERE

2. Jake. HERE

3. Steven. HERE

A full series about marrying the boys and kids. And more. So much Smut. HERE

Konshu fell in love with a goddess and now Marc has to spend time with her Avatar. Smut. Part 1, HERE. Marc knows he shouldn't lie about Steven, but it seems that Steven is better a match then him, leading to a miss understanding. Hurt/Comfort. Part 2, HERE.

Jake was fine in the shadows until something, or someone makes him more present. Hurt/Comfort. Smut. Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE

Psychologist reader. Smut. Hurt/Comfort. In which the boys represent a unique opportunity. HERE

Frank Castel gets jealous that you moved on, and the boys want to know why he was in the flat. Jealous boys. Smut. Part 1, HERE. Part 2, HERE.

Jealous Smut Marc, Jake and Steven. ⬇️

1. Marc. HERE

2. Steven. HERE

3. Jake. HERE

Baby Scarb. Teenager reader. Has spiderman powers. HERE

Pregnant reader. After your brake up with your ex-boyfriend you move into the boys building and they fall in love with you no matter that your pregnant. Smut. HERE

Polly/Konshu:

In which Konshu takes control of the body. HERE

Polly/Layla:

Nothing yet...

Dark/Possessive:

Possessive Marc fucks reader in Jakes car to piss him off. HERE

Smut:

Its Marc's birthday. Maybe he will start liking his birthday from now on. HERE

Marc new being Konshu avatar come with side effects, but he didn't know them fully until you. HERE

It wasn't often you saw them all in one night. Steven doesn't know about Marc and Jake. HERE

Marc teaches you control along with Jake and Steven. HERE

Being Steven's girlfriend and Marc fucking you. HERE

Jake, Steven and Marc take turn having sex with you. HERE

Jake decides it time to come and play. HERE

Centered around Jake. No one knowns why the sound makes Jake tick. Virgin Jake. HERE

[atlasscrumpit]

sorry if this is hard to understand but any chance you could could write moonknight x teen reader but the reader struggles with sleep walking and talking and one night they fall on something and they get an injury like a bloody nose and the moon boys just help the reader. if you don’t want to write it’s all good and i hope you have a good morning/evening/night

Accidents Happen

When it first started, the boys thought you were trying to escape every night.

But, they soon learnt that you were sleep walking.

They did everything they could, from restraining your ankle to holding you all night, it never worked.

One night Marc was sleeping peacefully when he heard a bang and quickly woke up, on full alert.

He jumped up to see you sitting in the kitchen holding your head.

"Y/N!" He shouted as he rushed forward.

You were holding your head and he could see blood.

He slowly took your hand away to see you'd split your head open.

"I'm sorry." You cried out as he assessed the wound.

"It's okay, baby. Did you knock your head on the counter?" He asked as you nodded.

He helped you to stand up and got you over to the couch.

He quickly grabbed your teddy and gave it to you.

"Here, love. I'm just going to get the first aid kit." He said as you sobbed and nodded, clutching onto your teddy.

Marc returned and sat in front of you.

"Sweetheart, it needs stitches. I know it's going to hurt but I need you to be strong for me." He said as you sniffled but nodded.

You shut your eyes and gripped onto your teddy as Marc got to work.

You did your best to not move but it was hurting so much.

Everytime the needle went into your skin you wanted to scream.

"You're doing so well for me, darling girl. I'm almost done, after this we can have some hot cocoa and watch a movie and cuddle." Marc reassured you while you tried your best to not focus on the pain.

Finally Marc had finished and he placed a bandage over the wound.

"There you go, baby. You were such a good girl." Marc praised as you lunged forward and hugged him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered as he wrapped your up in a tight hug.

"Oh, love. You don't need to be sorry. Accidents happen, now let's settle down and watch a movie, okay?" He said, kissing your forehead as you nodded.

"Yes, please."

[moonlightguidesky]

☆ .𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ☆

Hiiiii!!!

This is my main page/masterlist.

🐋ᩛ⃪᭫᭰. Call me Sky! 🪼᭰ᩛ⃪᭫᭪

●○ I won't lie and say I had trouble making this whole thing but I wanted to make sure I could at least organize this whole mess of a place where my fanfiction is going right now so there's my reason for this. ○●

𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎:

I will write what I am comfortable with and only what I am comfortable with.

Not including:

■ NSFW

■ Incest

■ Noncon

Ect.

Please understand that I am not okay with any of this. If that changes, which most likely it won't I will let it be known. But for sure, most of these are set in stone no matter what.

What I will write:

☆Fluff

☆Found family

☆Angst

☆Gore (certain degree)

☆ Romance (to a certain degree)

And ect.

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[huitzilinthebudgie3]

Un Dia Mal

Summary : In which we delve into the what if scenario with Marc and Y/n . What if Marc had waited…and asked Layla for help after the 3 months being gone. 

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Y/n had woken up slightly late (2 minutes after her normal time) , as she rushed to shower , brush her teeth , change for school and manage to consume some sustenance for the morning before school.

She rushed into the flat before tripping over one of Stevens pile of books with a thud and cringed at the dust that had been kicked up. She sneezed a few times as she rearranged the books into their previous jenga like tower before rushing into the kitchen. 

Where pda was on display….she made a face as she grabbed a mug for coffee and quickly served it as she turned back to find stern faces "Aww what's wrong little bug ?" She wrinkled her nose at the affectionate name "People are weird..between you guys , miguel and dana…this pda thing is gross" Layla chuckled at that kissing her forehead "Yeah , well you'll grow up eventually and have someone you'll want to kiss" She quirked a brow at that "Mother….i do not require affection…nor will i bend to the will of being bound to a mere-mortal" she said while drinking her coffee and eating some breakfast “You need to stop watching those supernatural dramas with her babe” Marc sighed. 

She felt a heavy gaze settle over her as she ignored the sensation focusing on her homework "How are your grades , kiddo ?" Marc asked as Y/n glanced up momentarily "Oh…uhh i have a 3 A's , 2 B's and one C" she said nonchalantly "That's good darling" her mom smiled "Oh…Ms.what's-her-face said she was gonna call you guys about an event or something" she said as both her parent gave her an expression that you could probably imagine.

"What about ? Do you have an F?" She glanced up with a quirked brow "No..something about cinnamon rolls? I dunno, this lady always talks to me , while i'm reading" she huffed in frustration. 

Her Dad chuckled "Honor Roll ? That's a good baby girl" he smiled "We're proud of you kiddo." She hummed "So you guys staying or you guys have to work again ?" She asked, trying to change the conversation and they stayed silent..which meant they would probably be gone again by the time she was home from school .

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Y/n sighed as she walked down the sidewalk to the bus , it was like 3 blocks from her house….but she had a 15 minute cushion. Anxiety was fun…especially when school was a long walk away . So she’d be 15 mins early to the bus stop , she sighed as she silently walked past a few buildings noting the new scenery.

New York was new for her , they'd be here for past 2 years..which in the span of her 16 years of life was short…they'd lived multiple places in the past…the longest being Los Angeles , where she picked up the subtle californian accent and slang.

New York was after London…which she had enjoyed slightly….but not a lot as her mom was now a hero…and around less lately …usually with her Dad…..and now she was being a baby.

They only started leaving her alone for extended periods of time. Assuring her it was temporary …which wasn't uncommon for her as her mom was an archeologist….and sometimes she was gone for a handful of days…to weeks..maybe a few months for her Dad…but Mom was usually gone for a few days at most .  Lately…well a year ago, It'd extended… they'd been gone 6 months …leaving the neighbors in charge ... .Miguel's Mother Conchata …. who invited her over for dinners and to hang out. Essentially adopting her temporarily.

And they'd just gotten back from a Month trip ... .a month ... .not that it bothered the practically adult teen…but it was an adjustment.

She was brought out of her thoughts by whimpering as she glanced down an alleyway sheepishly ….her instinct telling every hair on her body to stand and get the hell out of there.

Except she heard a whisper…her ears straining to hear the very faint whisper as she sighed walking a bit further in.

Her mind racing "This is some scary movie sh*t…ya idiot…" she huffed to herself "But theres a puppy in there or a dog…it's crying" she reasoned to herself pacing a bit as she walked away further to the bus stop before sighing "And …" she frowned turning around back to the alley and walking in and softly staring at the black dog…it's fur drenched in blood as 2 long gashes ran down from it's chest to it's ribs.

She frowned softly petting the damp fur "awww…it's okay……" she cooed "Well it's not okay cuz that looks bad…" she muttered to herself as she winced at the dogs whine …cuz it was a dog.

….it heard her as she winced "Oh it's okay , tis a flesh wound" she reassured …smiling faintly as a memory struct "You can probably walk it off" she said reassuringly petting the dog as it whined and growled softly. Before opening it's mouth in her lap and nuzzling something into her hand. She quirked a brow as she picked it up to look as the dog nuzzled her hand close before looking into her eyes and whining as if to communicate something. 

She hummed "Hey , i'll watch it and deliver it to your owner" she smiled softly  "And hey , if it's time …it's time. You won't hurt anymore and you can find peace and stuff " she reassured before adding "Unless………uhhhhhh…………….. you don't believe that or you're like some evil dog…" she hummed before chuckling "Or you have like unfinished business…then i guess you can haunt whoever did this to you" she smiled sheepishly noting that the poor thing had passed at the peace part as she sighed "I'll come back later and take you to the vet clinic" she smiled reassuringly petting it one last time before checking her watch and cursing as ran out of the alley way.

She cursed as she ran to the stop..and watched it pull away…not stopping as she sighed pinching her nose in frustration. And beginning the walk to the next bus that stopped a block away from her school

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Today was turning out shitty as she'd missed her bus for school. The dog was worth it…it sadly still died in an alley but…at least it had company. And she tried being …oh poor dog..she's talked its ear off !!! 

The good thing was that Miguel..her best-friend and neighbor held the door open as she ran into the building before it closed for the day. Miguel..ever the dorky nerd , he held his hand out as they walked.

 “C’mon where’s your math homework ? Did you ask your parents for help ?” she gave him a confused look “Homework ? Which class ?” Miguel fixed her with a drool look as they walked to stand in the line for the lockers room for P.E “The Algebra homework” Y/n hummed “Nah , i have a 20 point cushion from extra credit last week” she said nonchalantly as Miguel glared “En serio ?” he huffed in disbelief and disappointment. 

She shrugged “I can probably afford the 1 missing assignment “ Miguel sighed “Lunch , we are doing it before we have class. No way you're missing it , because we are going on the Honor Roll End of the semester trip!” he said firmly.

She snorted “You really think , my parents will let that happen ?” 

Miguel rolled his eyes “Sure , they're never home. They’d never know” that struck a nerve as she sighed "I guess…but they have to sign the permission slip" Miguel quirked a brow "They don't know you forge it ? Still think my mom sign" she glared "Dude , you forge your moms signature and you live with her full time" she countered as he held his hands up "Ay! Calmate! I was kidding"

*a few minutes later*

Y/n was in the middle of talking to miguel …waiting for roll call to begin when his girlfriend interuppted "Spector, you weirdo….hands bleeding " the older girl laughed as Y/n frowned before realizing that her hand was indeed bleeding as she tried recalling cutting herself so bad…it was actually dripping. 

Before recalling she had felt a sting when the dog had pushed the thing into her hand.

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The day went normally , she went to all 6 periods…studied with miguel…, his friends and his girlfriend. Who were all upperclassmen and teased her about being 'so much' younger as she rolled her eyes…she was only 3 months younger than Miguel.

Gabriel …..Miguel's little brother also hung out with them…but he was acting different with her now. They had been close once …back when Miguel had ignored and been mean to her…but it was a good close …that…..she couldn't explain it….she had tried once and it resulted in a Jake appearance…and now he acted like this…so..yeah.

So now Y/n just avoided him out of him being awkward. And that was that.

Anyways , she was currently on her way home…walking….as she'd taken the wrong bus and ended up in the complete opposite side of town.

So she sighed , walking down the road later because her dumb ass …again took the wrong bus and them tripped over her own feet.

She sighed remembering the dog…from earlier…and deciding that it would be best …to atleast take the poor thing to the vets to be cremated..but it probably cost money ..and she had like 20 from allowance cash…on her person. Assuming her parents were gone again.  She'd buy some dinner…from the taco stand by the apartment.

However….she felt bad..and poor dog had gone through enough. So she walked down the road to the alley way. She sighed handing over the money as the receptionist smiled telling her that they would call her when it’s body was ready for pick up.

She nodded before making her way home……

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Like usual….she walked home having missed her window for the taco stand…..something that probably would’ve lightened her day. She returned home to find a set of very upset parents….she was unsure how to respond and being her fathers daughter as her mother always mentioned.

She made a issue that could’ve been easily resolved with a ‘Sorry , it won’t happen again’ , placing a ‘It wasn’t my fault , there was a bus mix-up ,after study group , and then i fell and ….wait you guys are home ?! You guys didn’t text me …how was i supposed to know ! You guys aren’t ever home’ which earned her a rebuking and sent to her room. Honestly sometimes she didn’t think things through , she had failed to notice the streamers and cake set up as they called her out after her fathers and mom lectured her about talking back and paying attention.

And then they sat down , ate dinner….pizza….

…she hated pizza….she wanted and craved the bomb ass tacos from down the road….and then her parents handed her an enveloped with a black and white blob as she quirked a brow curiously glancing up from them and the blob before reality slammed down …and guess what….

“We’ll be home more , we moved work and we’ll be around for more…and we’ll spend more time with you….”

And she wasn’t paying attention as she heard a dull ringing in her ear….she felt a rush of different types of emotions…….

….Being the only kid for 16 years…comes with issues because… she had at some point begged for another sibling and she understood then and now that it had been hard for her parents even more because of her for some reason. Her mother always told her that she was and had been a unexpected blessing..so she’d always assumed it ended there. And now…NOW after 16 years they finally decided it was time…or fate whatever higher being ?!!!!

Not only that but , her whole life they’d moved , wandered and explored ….hell after school became worrisome they’d left her in the Americas  continue her education. So they weren’t willing to stop for her…but for this tiny little thing that wasn’t even existent….

She hadn’t even realized she’d gone to her room , nor the knocking on her door until the annoying bird that was a constant in her life sat on her bed. He always gave her strangely violent advice like …Jake but…more sagely.

He was currently staring at her as she sighed deeply “I fucked up , huh big bird?” she murmured.

“It’s not set in stone , little worm. You’d be surprised…what one word can do” she sniffled at that as tears welled up in her eyes “Why can’t i do shit right” she huffed wiping her eyes angrily “Sometimes i wonder if life would be easier for them without me…” she murmured as she shuffled to lean against the old birds legs as he patted her head in a affectionate pet kind of way “I assure you it wouldn’t” she snorted “How do you know..oh great spirit guide” she huffed “I just get in the way….i bet there wasn’t even a party with me. They were probably like ‘oh shit…one escaped the condom’ “ she huffed as the bird made a distressed noise “You are -something else , little bug” she shrugged “Normals boring…tried it when i was born…didn’t like it……” she chuckled as the bird smiled “Now wake up” she jolted up in her bed half asleep as she glanced around in pain as she stared at the wound on her palm from the dogs necklace….before screaming at the giant glowing canary eyes……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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Note : I hope you liked it and let me know if you want another part 🙂

Have a wonderful Day/Night !!!!!!!!! :) :)

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Burden of Truth

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Non-binary! Reader

Eventual! Father Figure! Jake Lockley x Teen! Non-binary! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the Events of Season One

Prologue: On the Precipice

Chapter One: In the Alps

Chapter Two: In the Flat

Chapter Three: To the Neighborhood

Chapter Four: In the Discussion

Chapter Five: Against the Jackal

Chapter Six: Across Cairo

Chapter Seven: Inside the Pyramid

Chapter Eight: To Mogart

Chapter Nine: In the Skies

Chapter Ten: Into the Tunnels

Chapter Eleven: At the Sarcophagus

Chapter Twelve: During the Ritual

Chapter Thirteen: Against Harrow and Ammit

Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle

Chapter Fifteen: In a New Chapter

Specials:

Pride Specials: 2024

Halloween Specials: 2024

Holiday Specials: 2024

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May I request the moon knight system (or just Jake Lockley if you only plan to write for one person at a time) pretty much adopting a teen reader who’s the avatar of Seth (god if chaos)? Maybe the reader is very awkward and shy at first, but once you get to know them and they feel comfortable around you, the reader shows you their bubbly chaotic side? (Platonic ofc!!)

Summary: Just as you were losing hope, Jake Lockley agrees to adopt you, a young destructive teen who's unknowingly the avatar of Seth, the god of chaos.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x (platonic) Adopted Teen Reader

Words: 3.1k

Content Warnings: Insecurity, self deprication, rejection, crying, parental abandoment, panic, implied emotional abuse, minor wounds.

A/N: Jake is a good guy in this, it's wholesome :)

GIF CAPTION - "I'm sure we can figure somethin' out kid"

Ever since you were a child, you had been an absolute ball of chaos. You were the destructive, clumsy, hyper, uncoordinated kid. You were always breaking something, causing some sort of commotion or jumping around chaotically.

What you didn't know was that you were the unwilling Avatar of Seth, the Egyptian God of Chaos. Your parents had pledged their allegience to Seth in the past in exchange for power, but they soon realised that the deal they struck was not as ideal as they had hoped. After trying every possible option to back out of their deal, they took the cowards way out, leaving you alone, with the burden of eventually completing Seths demands.

Seth had been with you since you were very young. Every since you had been abandoned at the orphanage, Seth had followed and loomed over you almost constantly. He wasn't a patient God, and as much as he wanted your devotion, he needed to wait until you were old enough to complete his wishes. Your parents left their duties to you, he'd wait until you were capable of completing them.

As you grew older, you became more aware of yourself and others. You noticed that other kids your age didn't seem as destructive as you, they were careful and calculated and didn't seem to destroy everything they touched.

You became extremely insecure of yourself, as the difference between you and everyone else became highlighted more and more. You tried your best to tone back your often bubbly personality. You focussed more on your actions, carefully trying to do things as everyone else did, without any destruction. But as much as you attempted to tame the chaos, you always ended up clumsily breaking or ruining something.

You knew destruction was ingrained in you by the time you were a teenager. You didn't know it was because of a lurking Egypian God, but you knew for sure that it made you an undesirable candidate for adoption or any type of fostering.

You had been in and out of homes, most people feeling that you were too much of a burden because of your clumsy habits. No matter how much potential adoptees said they could handle any child with their needs, they always ended up giving up because of your unavoidable destruction.

You had given up hope of being adopted into a nice loving family in your mid teens. It was clear there was something wrong with you, you just didn't know what. You thought maybe you were cursed. Maybe some you had broken a mirror or something when you were a kid and now you had perpetual bad luck. Whatever the case was, you had accepted that you were unwanted.

Suprisingly, you were told someone was interested in adopting a kid around your age. It had been months since the last inquiry. You weren't expecting much.

You were taken to the potenial adoptee's house by a member of the orphanage. You were greeted kindly at the door

"Hey, you must be y/n, right?" he said, gesturing for you to enter.

You nodded smally, putting your hands in your pockets, tensely walking in, head down and watching carefully where to step in fear of ruining this persons home. You stood still in the middle of the room while he walked around casually.

"Well I'm Jake, I'm sure they already explained it to ya, but I've been considerin' adoption for quite some time. I'm happy to give you a home here if you'd like, course it'll be completely your decision if you'd like to stay, but you can have a look around if you'd like," he explains.

You just continue to stand still, slightly glancing around at the home. It was nice, seemed pretty warm and safe. A nice warm safe environment that you'd end up ruining - you were sure of it. You just sighed to yourself, closing up and making yourself smaller.

"Would you like me to show you around?" he offered considerately. You just shrugged.

"Alright, well over here is the kitchen area. All the basics of course," he said, you looked over as he gestured to the kitchen.

"I've got an impressive record collection over here. I love the classics." You looked to see a bunch of classic rock posters on the wall and a few stacks of records next to a record player. You smiled softly, recognising some of the artists.

"Through here is the livin' area," he said. You carefully and quietly stepped after him into a different room. "Couch, tv, cool blankets," he said, holding up a blanket with a cat pattern on it. "Custom made. Maybe we can get you a custom blanket if you decide to stay, huh? Sound like a good idea?" he inquired.

"Maybe..." you said softly. Though admittedly, it did sound genuinly nice. But if your adoptive history was anything to go by, this guy wouldn't last more than a few months looking after you, so there wouldn't be much point looking forward to it.

"This is my cat, Felisa." he picks up his cat, showing her to you. "She's friendly," he hints, letting you know its okay to pet the cat.

You lean forward a bit, looking at the cat in his arms, your eyes curious and intrigued. You had stayed away from animals for so many years, you didn't want to hurt them. This cat looked nice and fluffy, your hand twitching in your pocket as you felt the urge to pet it. But your insecurity held you back. You stepped away.

"She's fluffy," you commented quietly. He nodded, casually putting her back down onto the couch where Felisa streched out before settling down. He moved on, opening a door to another room

"Back here is the spare room. It's pretty empty cause I'm not sure what you like and that. But we can make it look however ya want, it'll be fully your space." He was right, it was basically just an empty room with a spare bed, bookshelf and desk. It was nice to think of the possibilities of what it could look like, but you couldn't imagine for long, the reality was that it wouldn't last.

You turned to step out of the room, quickly coming to a halt as your forehead ran into Jakes hand.

"Careful kid, don't want ya to get hurt," he said as you stepped back, rubbing your forehead and discretely covering your embarassed expression.

"Sorry," you mumbled. You had been going so well, but of course you clumsily almost walk into the doorframe like an idiot. You look at the ground in shame.

"All good. Just an accident," he said nonchalantly, not seeming to mind too much that you just stupidly walked into something in clear sight. At least he noticed though, otherwise that would of hurt quite a bit.

After he showed you around, you went back to the orphanage to speak about your thoughts. He seemed nice, you were just sure it wouldn't last. But maybe, maybe you'd give adoption one more chance.

The first few weeks living with Jake were the usual. You were awkward and quiet, shy and reserved. When you were younger, your bubbly personality would deter people, so you learned to just supress that part of your self the majority of the time. You couldn't risk Jake seeing you being yourself, not when he had just welcomed you into his home.

As for your clumsiness, uncoordination and overall destructive nature, Jake actually seemed to be handling it pretty well. Of course, you'd always try your best not to break anything, moving as carefully as you could, but it was inevitable. You ruined things. But it turned out that Jake had amazing reflexes, nothing like you'd ever seen before. It was like he had a sixth sense, and just before disaster struck he'd put out his hand, move something, or grab whatever was needed to avoid anything breaking.

You were absolutely shocked at the ability. The amount of things you'd dropped accidently or knocked over and he'd suddenly caught was impressive. So far, you hadn't broken anything, thanks to Jake's help.

Though you couldn't help but feel bad. Was your clumsiness putting him on edge? Did he always need to be aware around you just incase you stupidly almost broke his things?

Even though your insecurity was loud, you also noticed a sense of hope growing within you. If Jake was able to stop you breaking things, would there be a possibility that he'd let you stay with him? Like....forever?

A month went by and things had been good. You were just as clumsy, but there hadn't been any major disasters like there usually is when you stay with a different family.

That was until your fears came true and you inevitably ruined someone elses belongings. That being one of Jake's glass cups. It may seem trivial, but such a mistake had led other families to reject you in the past.

You simply wanted to get some water while Jake looked for a movie for you both to watch, when the glass slipped from your hand, smashing onto the ground into many pieces.

You paused, eyes widening in horror as you realised what you had just done. A wave of fear travelled through your body as you dropped onto your knees and began trying to collect all the broken pieces of glass before he could see. Your mentally cursed at yourself for your clumsiness. You should of known this would happen.

"You alright, kid?" you hear Jakes concerned voice as he comes into the kitchen.

"Yes! No problem here!" you call out, voice shaking as you continued to try clear the mess on the kitchen floor, not caring if the glass was hurting you.

"I just heard a smash, did somethin' happen?"

"No! Nothing at all!" you try convince him. But he walked in and saw you on the ground, rushing to hide your mistake. He was definitely more concerned at how distressed you seemed over this than the fact that his cup was broken. He tried to ease your worries.

"Just a cup? That's alright kid, accidents happen-"

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to break it, it just slipped from my hand and- and-," tears began to well in your eyes as the acceptance that you'd be rejected again set in. You sunk lower to the floor.

"It's okay if you don't w-want me anymore, I understand! It's okay. I break e-everything I touch. I don't know why I'm like this! I'm going to ruin everything you have so it's better if I just leave now, before I destroy all your things," you sniffled through tears.

Jake knealed down, avoiding the broken glass on the floor between the two of you.

"Take a breath kid, you're alright. It's just a cup, nothin' that can't be easily replaced," he said softly. You did as he said, trying to calm yourself with a breath as you sniffled and wiped the tears from your eyes. Jake looked to you genuinely.

"Something like this isn't going to make me want you any less, truely, kid."

"But I broke it...." you whispered.

"It's all fine. Just an accident. I've broken plenty of things in this house," he relates to you. Everyone was clumsy now and then, but you were destructive on a whole different level. "How about we clean this up?" he proposes calmly, standing to grab a dustpan.

You just watched with wide eyes as he casually walked back and began sweeping up the glass on the floor. He hadn't yelled at you yet. Hadn't critised you for your mistake. Hadn't threatened to kick you out and hadn't said he didn't want you anymore. Instead he helped clean up the mess. You couldn't sense any judgement coming from him because of your mistake, that was new to you.

He finished cleaning up the glass as you stood silently, cautiously waiting for his next words and what they would mean for you.

He turned to you and smiled softly.

"All done," he stated before grabbing the small medical box he kept at the top of one of the cupboards. All done? How was he being so casual? Was he really just going to move on from this?

"You'll need a couple bandaids, glass must've scratched your hands a bit," he said, gesturing to your slightly bloody hands. You hadn't even noticed you'd hurt yourself, you were too focussed on hiding your mistake that it didn't even matter in the moment. It wasn't too bad, but Jake still wanted to make sure you were okay.

He carefully washed the blood from your hands under the tap, making sure there was no glass in your skin.

"I broke your cup...." you whispered in shame, not being able to move past your mistake.

"It's not a big deal, kid. It's all been cleaned up now," he says, still remaining so calm and non-judgemental. He began placing some bandaids on your hands.

"But I'll break other things as well.....it always happens....it's just how I am," you admit sadly. "It's why no one wants me....even though I try so hard not to be, I'm just destructive."

Jake looked at you, his face unhappy. His dissapointment in humanity was showing. He couldn't believe that people had made you feel unwanted for something as simple as a mistake.

"I'm not gonna throw you out for this, kid. I'd never do somethin' like that, I promise," he assures you. You nod hesitantly.

"And hey, if you're really worried about breaking stuff, why don't we change some things around the house so you don't have to stress all the time?" he suggested.

"Change stuff? Like what?" you ask nervously.

"How about some reusable plastic cups, plates and bowls? I'm fine with packing away some of the stuff around the house if you're scared of knocking it over. And we can replace anything delicate so that you don't need to worry about damaging it. We can bubble wrap or add padding to some of the edges and corners so that you won't get hurt. That would benefit both of us I think, I've run into this island bench way too often," he laughed softly.

You listened in suprise as he voiced his willingness to compromise instead of simply sending you away again. Instead of demonising your destruction and clumsiness, he was already thinking of solutions to make you feel more comfortable living with him.

"And if something does end up broken, we can deal with it. Humans make mistakes, things break, I won't make a big out of it, I promise."

".....promise....?" you ask unsurely. Should you trust his words after everything that had happened to you in the past?

His genuine smile assures you as he nods. Maybe he really was telling the truth and maybe he really would accept you for who you are.

All you could do now, was trust him and hope for the best.

After making some changes around Jake's house and some trial and error, you two had come up with various solutions to your clumsiness. Things seemed to be working and you were happier than ever. You felt as if staying here, with Jake, for a long time could be an actual possibility.

Of course, things were still chaotic sometimes, but there were measures in place to stop anything from breaking, so you didn't have to constantly be in high alert. It was nice to just be present, feel safe and be yourself. It was such an unfamilar feeling, but you welcomed it gladly.

Infact, you're chaotic tendancies had turned into an enjoyable time for you and an amusing time for Jake.

You and his cat, Felisia, had matched eachothers energy, and some times you both just chased eachother around the house, having care free fun. Not to mention the frequent meow offs you two had.

Each day, you felt more and more like yourself, like who you really were. You had lost yourself over the years, hiding your personality in fear of criticism, but being around Jake helped bring the best out of you.

You felt safe to speak your mind about anything and everything, and Jake happily and attentively listened, no matter how big or how small the thing was you were speaking of was. Seeing you authentically express your excitement had become one of Jake's favourite things.

You found yourself becoming more comfortable in your own body. You didn't feel like a hazard or a danger in the house because you didn't have much need to worry anymore, and it helped ease the constant tension you used to carry around with you. You were more relaxed, more expressive, more yourself.

Things had actually turned out perfectly. You had never expected to find belonging, and yet here you were, feeling the best you had ever felt with your new adoptive parent. You had a feeling that Jake was going to stick around for a very long time, and that's all you wanted, this was everything you had ever wanted.

You had been living together for a year now, and you couldn't wish for anything more.

You thanked Jake often, but you felt as if you had never really thanked him for everything he had done for you.

It was a sunny afternoon, you two had just arrived home after a happy picnic at the local park. You were sitting on the couches in the living room, the sun from the window illuminating you both. You gently pet a sleepy Felicia beside you, looking over to see Jake, his eyes closed, a content and relaxed smile on his face as he leaned back onto the couch.

Everything felt right.

You leaned back onto the couch as well, sighing softly as Felicia stretched and snuggled to your side. You took in the moment.

After a little while, Jake slowly stood up, heading over to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get dinner going," he said softly. Your eyes followed him as he stretched his arms into the air, stretching after sitting down for a bit.

You leaped up without hesitation and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He stumbled back a step in shock, his arms hovering over you as he tried to get a look at your expression as you squished your face against his jacket.

"Woah kid, you alright?" he voices, worried you were upset. You nod against him and he pats your shoulders gently, feeling relieved that you were okay.

"Thank you....for everything......" you whisper. He smiles to himself, looking down at you.

"Of course kiddo," he pats your back affectionately.

"This is everything I ever could of hoped for," you admit. Jake nods in agreement, genuinly thinking the same about you.

"This is everything I could of hoped for too kid," he says softly, hugging you back securely.

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A/N: Okay. So. Um. I guess it's been a while huh?......Um....yeah. Turns out life gets kind of busy when you're working and studying your first semester of University at the same time.

I hope I didn't change it too much and that it is enough like the request! I chose to just write for Jake, hope thats alright! I wasn't too confident on how to write his dialogue, but I imagined it as a sort of New York accent, feel free to read it however you'd like to though.

I've honestly got very little experience with the adoption system, so I tried to speak of it vaguely, but if theres any obvious issues, let me know and I'll be happy to change them to be more accurate.

Also I totally forgot I was supposed to be inlcuding Seth in the story. Maybe a part 2 where she comes of age and Seth starts giving her orders. Perhaps Jake can help her out since he's also enslaved to Khonshu???

Second semester of University is starting up soon, so I'll probably dissapear for a long time again. Hope I'll be back at some point though :)

I'm more active on my art Instagram, if you'd like to follow its @/sadly_a_ghost

Have a wonderful week :)

-Ghosty

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 68

A/N - so we are traveling the multiverse...

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : i dont deserve you guys omg, i have missed you all so so much <3

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, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, multiverse nonsense, nothing makes sense, let me know if i missed anything

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You stand there, feeling the weight of the revelation pressing down on your chest like a leaden anchor. The flickering torches in the temple cast shadows that dance ominously on the walls, echoing your tumultuous thoughts. Khonshu's intense gaze feels almost judgmental, stirring the pot of your frustration further. 

Taweret attempts to soothe the growing storm within you, but it’s like trying to calm a tempest with a whisper. You can’t shake the idea from your mind—that maybe, just maybe, you were the reason for their sudden departure.

“Perhaps you should consider the circumstances,” Khonshu interjects, his voice deep and resonant, but this only amplifies your resentment. “Marc is caught in a cycle he cannot control. He fears for your safety.” 

Your heart aches at the mention of your dad, the man who fought every monster and shadow for your sake. But this very fight had carved lines of darkness into his spirit, and it’s painful to comprehend that your absence may have been the tipping point. Suddenly, anxiety surges, and you feel a tightening in your throat. “But I’m here! I could’ve helped! I could’ve been there for him!”

Taweret’s eyes soften, and for a moment, the ancient deity feels like the most compassionate of friends rather than a divine entity. “Your love is powerful, dear child. But know that sometimes, those we love carry burdens we cannot lift for them.” Her words settle over you, both comforting and challenging, a reminder that there are things even hugs and reassurances cannot mend.

In that moment, you resolve to take action—not out of anger, but out of a desire to bridge the gap. 

“I need to talk to them,” you declare, your voice steadier than you feel. “I’ll figure out a way to reach them in America, to remind them they are not alone.” As you turn to Khonshu and Taweret, determination ignites a new fire in your chest. “They may need help, but so do I. If they can leave, then I can go to them.” 

The ancient gods exchange glances, and for an instant, you see admiration flickering in Khonshu’s steadfast eyes, while Taweret nods earnestly. Maybe, just maybe, you have inherited more than the resilience of a warrior. 

You have inherited the strength to face the unknown, to connect the strings of love that bind your fractured family, and to affirm what you know deep down: love, even amid chaos, endures.

~~~

As Marc and Layla continued to navigate the strange streets of Chicago, an unsettling chill settled in the air, creeping beneath their skin. Shadows stretched and contorted against the fading sunlight, creating a canvas of anxiety that whispered of something ominous lurking just out of sight. 

With every step, Marc felt the ripples of his own doubts and fears pooling in his chest—fears that had crept up on him since they'd crossed into this unfamiliar dimension. He glanced at Layla, and the concern etched across her features ignited a spark within him—the need to protect her—yet he was plagued by uncertainty. “What if we don’t find our way back?” he muttered, mostly to himself.

When they reached a small park blanketed in fallen leaves, the atmosphere shifted. The silence was suffocating as if the world had held its breath. Layla’s grip tightened around Marc’s hand, the warmth of her presence a fragile tether to reality. 

“Something is definitely wrong,” she reiterated, her voice low and urgent. “I can feel it.” With a sudden resolve, she turned to face him, her eyes aflame with determination. “We need to get to the bottom of this. If Taweret isn’t responding, there’s a chance the balance is utterly thrown off. We can’t stay idle. What if this is connected to y/n?”

Marc swallowed hard, the pang of his daughter’s name igniting fresh worry within him. “You know, I tried to reach her too—with no success.” He looked down the dimming path, frustration churning in his gut. 

“Do you think… could something have happened to her? To us? What if our absence has left something open, something we can’t see?” He felt a deep unease settling in, rooted in the idea that their family—his family—was teetering on the edge without them, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out.

Just as the thoughts darkened, a flicker of movement caught Marc’s eye—a figure darting behind a tree, obscured by the evening haze. Heart racing, he pointed it out to Layla. “Did you see that?” The air felt electric, charged with an anticipatory energy that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. 

He took a cautious step forward, trying to distinguish friend from foe, but before he could act, a low, guttural growl reverberated through the quiet, wrapping around them like a noose. The shadows deepened as if mocking their cautious exploration, and Marc was suddenly struck by an overwhelming certainty: they were not alone. 

In that moment, he understood the truth of their predicament. This wasn’t just a wrong turn or a simple dimensional hiccup. Something sinister awaited them, a force that sensed their vulnerability. Whatever had drawn them into this realm had its very own agenda, and with every tick of the clock, Marc felt an impending disaster lurking just beyond the fading light—a disaster that could tear his family apart for good. 

Desperation surged through him; he needed to act swiftly.  And with that realization, something primal awakened within him—a determination to fight, not just for their return, but for every second they might lose if they didn’t escape the shadows looming closer with every passing breath.

“Is that…?” Layla asks, holding Marc’s hand a little tighter. 

“It can’t be…”

It was him. 

Arthur Harrow… but he wasn’t alone. 

You were with him.

“You’re not our y/n… you can’t be—where are we?!” Marc demands to know, stepping in front of Layla protectively. His heart races as the weight of two worlds collides, an unsettling blend of familiarity and disarray swirling around them. 

The distorted lighting of the dimly lit alley distorted the figures before them, casting eerie shadows that danced against the cracked brick walls like specters of the past.

A smirk curls on Harrow’s lips, his eyes glinting with an unsettling mix of triumph and pity. “Ah, Marc, dear boy. You don’t recognize your own memories? This is a realm woven from the threads of what could have been—a universe where Y/N chose a different path.” He gestures toward you, and for the first time, the sight of you sends a shiver down Marc's spine. 

The way you stand beside Harrow, seemingly at ease, ignites a flicker of doubt. Had you truly turned against them, or was there something darker lurking beneath the surface, a manipulation lurking just out of sight?

“Y/N…no,” Layla whispers, her voice trembling with disbelief as she studies your expression, desperately searching for the essence of the person they had loved and relied on. But the aura radiating from you and Harrow felt foreign, and yet unnervingly familiar. “What have you done?” Her gaze flickers to Harrow, her mind racing to the implications of this twisted reality. 

The air thickens, heavy with an unspoken challenge as you step forward, your eyes glinting with a strange resolve that neither Marc nor Layla had ever witnessed. “This is not about what I’ve done,” you assert, each word deliberate as if unveiling a hidden truth. “This is about what you both failed to see—the potential of embracing darkness to create light.”

Marc takes a step back, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through him. Letting go of Layla’s hand feels unthinkable, yet the pull of your magnetic presence is both unsettling and irresistible. What you appear to offer—the chance to rewrite fate—thrums in the depths of his mind. Time slows as he balances between the echoes of shared laughter and the specters of past choices—a disparate motif drumming a chaos only he seems to feel. 

In that moment, reality feels as if it's splitting at the seams, inviting them to ponder a question that they could have never prepared for: Was the path to salvation more than just battles fought in the shadows, and was it perhaps hidden in the embrace of the very darkness they fought against?

~~~

Meanwhile as you had gone and asked for help, reaching out to Peter with the situation, telling you he knew a guy, you found yourself standing nervously in front of the London sanctum. Peter had assured you he could assist, emphasizing the importance of not messing up the mysterious ritual. 

Gently, you knocked on the imposing giant doors, watching in awe as they opened slowly on their own, almost beckoning you inside. Taking a cautious look around, you entered the building at a deliberate pace, the doors closing with a resounding thud behind you. As your eyes wandered around the grand interior, a man clad in a blue suit and a striking red cape floated gracefully down the staircase. 

"Y/n y/l/n, I anticipated your arrival," he addressed you, standing a few feet away. Anxious to get answers, you anxiously started, "So... you can help me? Where are my parents?" The man raised a hand to signal for quiet, interrupting your inquiry. 

"First, there's something you must understand – your parents are not within this realm," he disclosed cryptically. Stunned, you stammered, "What? No greeting, no introduction?" Irritated, he rolled his eyes before speaking with a touch of sarcasm, "Stephen Strange. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

“Yeah okay- obviously you know who I am already, so just tell me how I can bring them back,” you demand, the urgency evident in your voice as you take another determined step closer. 

“It’s not that simple. Without knowing where exactly they are, we won’t know where to go,” Stephen explains, his tone tinged with a mixture of compassion and practicality.

“Then find out!” Your impatience boils over, the desperation to reunite with your missing parents fueling your outburst. “They are my parents- I need them back!”

Stephen sighs, a shared sense of understanding passing between you both. “I empathize with your situation but it’s just not that simple. After I open the portal, you’ll need to navigate through the unknown to locate the universe they inhabit and then safely return here.”

You shift your weight impatiently, resolve shining in your eyes as you respond without hesitation, “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring them back.”

Stephen arches an eyebrow, recognizing the unwavering determination in your gaze. Leading you towards a separate chamber, he prepares you for the challenges ahead. “It won’t be an easy journey. There will be sights that may haunt you. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I've already witnessed my biological father rising from the dead; I believe I can handle whatever lies ahead,” you assure him confidently, the memory of that astonishing event reinforcing your brave front.

Nodding at your resolve, Stephen gestures grandly, conjuring a mesmerizing display of orange and yellow sparks that converge to form a shimmering portal. As the portal expands to human-sized proportions, he steps back, the preparation complete.

Handing you a sleek triangular device, he cautions, “After you locate your parents, ensure that all of you touch this device and press the button simultaneously. It will transport you back through the portal to safety here.”

Gratefully accepting the device, you secure it in your jacket pocket, the weight of the mission ahead settling on your shoulders. “Thank you,” you express sincerely.

“Don’t mention it,” Stephen replies casually, motioning towards the now-glowing portal. “Good luck on your interdimensional journey, arachnid.”

Stepping resolutely into the portal, you pause, surprised by the revelation of your alter ego that Stephen casually drops. “Um, thanks for the support.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, you take the final step into the unknown, ready to traverse the intricate web of the multiverse in pursuit of your beloved parents.

~~~

Back with Marc and Layla, the tension in the room thickened as Steven and Jake continued to remain mysteriously absent, granting Marc full dominion over the body. This newfound authority weighed heavily on Marc, visible in the way his shoulders tensed and his every movement exuded uncertainty.

The second y/n, her laughter ringing ominously through the air, moved closer towards the bewildered couple. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she taunted Marc Spector, a name from a past that now seemed distant and yet hauntingly familiar. "I never thought I'd witness that look of disbelief on your face again, Marc Spector. Not since the day I extinguished your life," she chuckled darkly, twirling a dagger nonchalantly in her hand.

The widening eyes of Marc and Layla betrayed their escalating horror as the truth unfolded before them. "You... we... we're deceased in this realm? You ended my life?!" Marc's voice quivered with a blend of fear and disbelief, his world shattering into a million fractured pieces.

"It was a simple feat. You were so naïve, so easily deceived. Even Steven and Jake fell into my trap without a hint of suspicion," the mysterious figure, now identified as Harrow, reassured with a cold grip on the other y/n's shoulder. "Now, Khonshu and the others bow to my will - a reality beyond your grasp." Her laughter, tinged with madness, echoed hauntingly in the confined space, sending shivers down Layla's spine.

Layla, her voice laced with urgency and desperation, stepped forward in a bid to plead for reason. "Please, think about this. We are not meant to linger here. Allow us the chance to find our way back to where we belong."

Dismissing Layla's plea with a disdainful scoff, the other y/n's gaze darkened with a resolute finality. "This is not a dilemma we concern ourselves with. This time, the veil between life and death shall not be breached again," she stated coldly, her eyes narrowing as Harrow silently signaled permission for a potentially fatal encounter.

The impending danger loomed menacingly as Harrow's chilling smile and the ominous words she imparted to the other y/n set the stage for a confrontation that could tilt the scales of fate irreversibly. "Show them no mercy," instructed Harrow, the weight of her authority palpable in those words.

The other y/n, bearing the weight of a deeply woven past and an uncertain future, responded to Harrow's command with a stoic assurance. "As you wish, father," she affirmed, her resolve unwavering as she prepared to execute a fate that could seal the doomed couple's existence in the enigmatic realm they were trapped in.

~~~

You blink a few times as you enter the new world, the unfamiliar surroundings painting a scene of wonder and intrigue before you. 

Looking around the building you’re in, your eyes linger on the intricate design of the architecture, the way the light filters in from the skylights above casting patterns on the floor beneath your feet. Your breath catches at the grandeur of it all, a whispered "woah" escaping your lips as you try to take it all in.

Taking a few hesitant steps forward, your senses are overloaded with the sights and sounds of this strange place. A low hum fills the air as a floating platform descends gracefully from the tall opening in the ceiling, the soft glow of its runes illuminating the space around you. On the platform, you spot a man standing tall, his expression a mix of curiosity and bemusement as he gazes down at you. 

Beside him stands another figure, much smaller in stature but no less intriguing, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of wariness and fascination. As you stand there, the weight of the unknown pressing in around you, you can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration mingled with trepidation. 

"Dad..? Is that you?" you called out eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation as the platform steadily approached. Drawing nearer, a mixture of hope and doubt churned within you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. 

However, as the figure on the approaching platform became clearer, revealing features that bore no resemblance to your father, a wave of disappointment washed over you.

"Do I look like your dad?" he asks sarcastically, a playful glint in his eye, as you shake your head in response. Meanwhile, the tiny floating woman, with her ethereal presence, seems to defy the laws of physics by almost teleporting right into your face. Startled, you take a step back, a mix of surprise and intrigue dancing in your eyes.

"Aww! Look how cute she is!" the tiny woman exclaims, her voice overflowing with a sense of wonder and delight. As she gushes over your mystical visitor, golden sparks of pure magic emanate from her essence, casting a mesmerizing glow around her petite form.

"Uh.. weird question-“ you start to ask tentatively, your words trailing off as the weight of the larger man's presence fills the small space around you. His stern demand to "Zip it" echoes in the cramped room, silencing any further inquiries for the moment. As you gather your thoughts under the intensity of his gaze, you can't help but feel a knot of apprehension tighten in your gut.

"How’d you find this place?” The larger man steps off the platform, stopping maybe a foot away from you, his navy and red suits boots creaking slightly under his weight as he gazes down at you with a discerning look etched across his weathered face. 

As you stood there in the dimly lit room, a sense of urgency tugged at your heartstrings. "I'm just looking for my dad, man," you uttered softly, the words hanging heavy in the air.

"Did Peter B recruit you?” He asks, his voice laced with an undertone of suspicion as he eyed you intently, searching for any subtle signs of betrayal in your expression.

"Who?" you ask innocently, feigning ignorance to mask the rapid beating of your heart that threatened to give away your ruse.

The man’s body tenses almost imperceptibly at your response, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before the smooth mask of his suit shifts in a mechanical motion to cover his face. The sudden movement sends a shiver down your spine, a silent warning that you were playing a dangerous game with dangerous people.

"Whoa, dude, can you please calm down? I assure you, I have no intention of causing any harm." Your voice wavers slightly as you instinctively raise your hands up as a gesture of surrender before the intense situation.

Observing your reaction, he tilts his head in curiosity, taking a step closer, while the small floating woman, who seems to possess a wisdom beyond her appearance, chooses this moment to interject. "Miguel, come on, ease up a bit. Can't you see that shes, like, a child? There's no need for the gwumpy face,” she remarks, crossing her arms in a display of playfully authoritative posture.

As you press the intricate button on your ring with a sense of familiarity, you feel a rush of anticipation building up within you. The signal triggers a swift and elegant transformation process, like a metallic dance enveloping your body. 

The special material of your spider suit elegantly molds itself around you, its unique design serving both form and function. Ensuring every crevice fits snugly and each joint moves with precision, you witness the suit's shimmering surface gleaming in the dim light.

In response to your transformation, the man known only as Miguel reacts with a subtle yet noticeable gesture, raising an eyebrow beneath the mysterious cover of his mask. Slowly, deliberately, he strides toward you with an air of confidence, his movements calculated and purposeful. The space between you diminishes until you can feel the solid wall pressing against your back, a physical barrier raising your awareness.

“Tell me how you found us,” he orders, his tone firm and commanding. “Now,” he demands, his eyes piercing and unwavering.

"Listen, Miguel," you begin nervously, your voice quivering slightly. "I'm just trying to find my dad," you explain, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone.

“Well, he’s not here,” Miguel interrupts abruptly, his expression hardened, leaving no room for negotiation.

As you process his words, a flood of emotions washes over you. Disappointment, frustration, and a lingering sense of determination swirl within you. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before responding.

"Then I'll be on my way," you assert calmly, despite the turmoil swirling inside you.

"You know where the spider society is, I'm afraid you can't leave just yet,” he says sternly as his mask slides back into place, hiding the intensity of his gaze. He watches you intently, unyielding in his stance.

You begin to assure him, “I'm not going to tell anyone about this, I promise—" but he cuts you off, his voice unwavering, “We can't trust that—trust you to keep this secret safe.” 

"Just let her go, Miguel," the small woman interrupted, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency as she hovered by Miguel's shoulder. Your exasperated sigh filled the tense air, a subtle indicator of your frustration in the face of this unexpected encounter.

"I'm not from this universe; I'm simply navigating my way back to my parents," you explained, your tone pleading for understanding. 

Miguel's focused gaze remains fixed on you as he calmly reaches out to operate a button situated on his sleek desk, instantly deactivating the petite woman standing nearby with a swift motion. His mask smoothly slides back into place, concealing any hint of emotion on his stoic face.

Within the blink of an eye, he lunges aggressively towards you, his hands grabbing your shoulders with a forceful grip before deftly spinning you around and forcefully pressing your back against the cold, forbidding wall.

Reacting swiftly and instinctively, you adeptly duck and drop to the ground, maneuvering out of his grasp just in time to evade the sharp, menacing claws that scrape menacingly against the protective metal surface of your suit.

With skilled agility, you roll skillfully out from under his towering figure as he whirls around in search of apprehending you again, his intent clear in his predatory movements, poised for another attempt to capture you. In your hands, you deftly produce the invaluable portal device, a powerful tool that may be your key to escape or turn the tables in this tense confrontation.

Miguel's swift and aggressive move caught you off guard as he tackled you to the floor, causing your grip to loosen and the device slipped out of your hand, falling with a clatter. Your immediate protest was cut short by his forceful action as he hoisted you up by your arm, his grip a vice as he pushed you back against the unyielding wall. 

The word "stay" was a command that brooked no defiance, echoing with a threatening undertone that sent shivers down your spine.

As Miguel turned away, a surge of adrenaline propelled you into action, your instincts screaming at you to seize the opportunity to escape. You slipped away noiselessly, stealthily retrieving the precious device, your fingers trembling slightly with a mix of fear and determination. The button under your touch felt both familiar and alien, a key to another reality beckoning with unknown possibilities.

With a quick press, the device came to life, emitting a soft hum that seemed to vibrate in tune with the escalating beating of your heart. The split-second decision had been made, and as the world around you shimmered and twisted, Miguel's approaching footsteps were the last evidence of the reality you left behind.

One universe down.. many more to go.

~~~

In the alternate reality, where the version of 'you' present had decidedly not shown mercy towards Marc and Layla, an intense confrontation unfolded. Jake found himself in a pressing situation where he had to take command of the shared body to thwart the aggressive actions of the other 'you' without causing significant harm. 

This pivotal event took place just a mere hour in the past, yet its repercussions and the adrenaline of the moment still lingered in the cramped surroundings of their hideout.

Currently seeking refuge inside a nondescript gas station, Jake and Layla tried to find a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. The air was heavy with tension as they sipped on the subpar coffee available at the establishment, the bitter liquid providing a stark contrast to the bitter circumstances surrounding them. 

Despite the apparent calmness that now enveloped the space they were in, both Layla and Jake knew that danger still lurked just beyond the walls of their temporary sanctuary. Each sip of coffee served as a bitter reminder of the harrowing events that had transpired, emphasizing the need for them to remain vigilant and stay on guard. 

Jake's frantic pacing came to a halt as he voiced his inner turmoil, feeling the weight of responsibility for Y/N's safety pressing down on him. "What do we do?" he questioned, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. The thought of leaving Y/N alone in an unknown place gnawed at his conscience, clouding his mind with worry.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Jake's nerves became apparent through his restless rambling, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. Layla, recognizing the unease plaguing Jake, reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. Her touch, warm and reassuring, offered a sense of solace amidst the chaos that swirled around them.

“We can't just leave Y/N behind. How are we going to make it back?” Jake's words revealed the depth of his concern, his eyes darting around in search of a solution to their predicament. The uncertainty of their situation loomed large, casting a shadow over their plans and testing their resolve.

Layla's soothing response broke through the fog of doubt that clouded Jake's mind, her voice calm and steady as she assured him, “We'll find a way back, and I'm certain that Y/N is capable enough to handle whatever comes her way. She's a strong, capable young woman, and we have to trust in her strength."

Jake, feeling a surge of gratitude for Layla's unwavering support, let her words wash over him, a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty. The weight of responsibility began to lift slightly from his shoulders as he absorbed her calm reassurances, a glimmer of optimism shining through the darkness of doubt.

“I know. you're.. right,” Jake acknowledged, his voice softer now, tinged with a sense of relief. Running a hand wearily down his face, he exhaled heavily, a semblance of peace settling upon him. In Layla's presence, he found a sense of clarity and comfort, her unwavering belief in their ability to overcome obstacles serving as a guiding light in their journey back to safety.

Layla let out a gentle sigh, her brows furrowed with genuine concern as she inquired, "And how about the others? Are they doing alright?" Her voice held a note of apprehension, betraying her worry for the well-being of their companions.

Jake gave a slight nod, his expression grave yet reassuring. "They seem to have settled down for now. It might be best if they stay put for a while," he remarked, his hand mimicking a tear sliding down his cheek as he referenced Steven without directly naming him. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air, palpable in his somber demeanor.

In response, Layla let out a soft chuckle, her laughter mingling with a hint of fond exasperation. "Don't be too hard on him," she chided gently, her words laced with empathy. 

"It's perfectly natural to feel overwhelmed and show emotion in times like these-“ Her gaze softened as she defended Steven, a touch of understanding in her voice that spoke volumes about her compassionate nature towards their friend's vulnerability.

"He cries at movies," Jake cuts her off with a chuckle, his eyes glistening as he recalls the emotional scenes that always tug at his heartstrings.

"So do I," Layla replies, her voice warm and understanding, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She mirrors Jake's gestures, placing her hands on her hips in solidarity.

Jake, ever the skeptic, rolls his eyes at Layla's response, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he dismisses her comments. Their banter is light-hearted and filled with shared moments of teasing and laughter.

"We’ll be okay," she assures him with a gentle smile, her expression filled with a comforting warmth that enveloped them both. Her eyes sparkled with a glimmer of hope, sending a silent reassurance to Jake. It was a small gesture, but it carried a weight of sincerity that eased the tension in the air.

Jake, catching her gaze, felt a sense of calm wash over him. He recognized the unspoken promise in her eyes, a promise of unwavering support and solidarity. Somehow, her simple words held a profound significance, grounding him amidst the uncertainty of the moment.

With a subtle nod, Jake acknowledged her words, his own silent agreement reflecting in his eyes. It was a mutual understanding that transcended spoken language, a shared belief in their ability to weather whatever challenges lay ahead.

In that fleeting moment of connection, they found solace in each other's presence, drawing strength from the unspoken bond between them. It was a poignant reminder of the power of human connection, of the comfort that can be found in a shared smile and a knowing look.

And as they faced the unknown future together, they held onto that shared assurance, a simple yet profound declaration that echoed in their hearts: "We’ll be okay."

~~~

A/N - OOPS CLIFFHANGER!!!!! next part out hopefully by NOVEMBER 25th!!! i love you all so much, i cant wait to see feedback on the new writing style and about the story :)

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[l3m0ncyan]

Y/N’s Relationship with the Moon Knight Alters

Pretty much

[uselesssomebody]

rules!

blog rules!

this blog is a safe space for the lgbt+ community as well as p.o.c., so please never feel unwelcome. anyone against these values, please just keep scrolling. be polite in requests/interaction. i love a bit of constructive criticism, but keep it contructive. heed 18+ warning and smut/trigger warnings

writing disclaimers!

i am mostly a romance blog, i.e. i write with the intention (usually) of some romantic conclusion between the two characters. i am also a (pretty much) strictly 'x reader' blog; if you have requests for two canon characters, i will most likely not be able to help you.

writing do's!

request anything to me, guys! i will be alright if you request things with triggering content, i will be alright if you choose real niche characters, and i'll be alright if you send a real specific, super self-indulgent request. of course, some asks will be neglected (due to time or other inability to work on it), but, generally, i attempt to complete works that i am alright working with.

writing don't's!

☁ no under-18/kid readers as part of plot (highschool age for e.g. stranger things & teen wolf is fine as long as the actor is over 18 - so no s.t. kids!) ☁ i'm not qualified to write about stuff like eating disorders, self harm or other mental illness especially from a reader's perspective ☁ kinks like ddlg/age play, anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum) ☁ I do not write real person fiction ☁ while generally POC reader requests is okay, i can't write specific races for charcaters besides desi readers (cause i'm desi myself)

who i write for! (always updating)

☁ from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington ☁ from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara ☁ from harry potter, i write for cedric diggory, fred weasley, ron weasley, remus lupin, sirius black, regulus black and james potter ☁ from star wars, i write for poe dameron, and din djarin (the mandalorian) ☁ from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia ☁ miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora) ☁ miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey, and marcus acacius ☁ miscellaneous sebastian stan characters i write for include lee bodecker, carter baizen and charles blackwood ☁ miscellaneous dylan o'brien characters i write for include thomas (maze runner), stiles stilinski, and stuart (the internship) ☁ other miscellaneous characters include felix catton (saltburn), paul atriedes (dune), emperor geta (gladiator) and tess servopoulos (the last of us)

[howaboutcastiel]

Okay okay, out of curosity! And you don’t have to reply (I would rather you rest) what inspired you to write: The Teddy Bear (Jake Lockley x GN!Reader)

Okay well FIRST, I’ll rest when I’m dead

Second, Thank You for the ask ;-;

I believe that The Teddy Bear was based on a request, so that is where much of the idea came from. Oddly enough, my frame of reference for the shame/ wanting to hide a stuffy was from Luke on the Disney show Jessie and his stuffy Kenny (I have no idea why, I just will always remember that)

I am 21 and I keep 4 stuffies on my bed, I kept two of them on my bed while I was in college. I have a pink elephant with a baby shaker inside of it, named Jimmy Carter, a small gray bear named Barry Goldwater (I have a poli sci degree okay, it’s a joke. I do not endorse Barry fuckin Goldwater). I have two identical build-a-bear bunnies, one named Katie who I got when I was 6 and one named Brownie that I got when I was 8 and has one of those little heartbeat buttons inside it.

Anyway though, I understand the anxiety around being an adult with stuffies and not knowing how people with judge you, but I’ve never hidden my stuffies or the fact that I put coloring book pages on my wall for decor. I have faced a lot of regression in my late teens and early twenties because I have ASD with no support system (my parents do not believe I have autism and they don’t believe in psychiatric treatment in general)

I figured hey, Jake lives in a system with Marc and Steven. The system is autistic, but even if they weren’t, Jake Lockley would be the very last person in the world to judge someone for a stuffy. He would prefer a cat over a stuffy for emotional support (see: viejita) but he supports whatever works best for you

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Burden of Truth (Book1 )

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/faUy40I by Anonymousewrites Father Figure! Marc Spector/Moon Knight x Teen! Gender-neutral! Reader Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Gender-neutral! Reader Since 2018, (Y/N) (L/N) has served as the Avatar of Ma'at to serve justice and truth above all else. So far, they have remained safely in the shadows, but in 2025, a man named Harrow threatens to disturb the balance of the world by freeing Ammit. Guided by Ma'at, (Y/N) teams up with Khonshu's Avatar, both Marc Spector and Steven Grant in one. They hope to defeat Ammit and Harrow before the world suffers, but as the stakes rise and (Y/N) has to confront all they've avoided for years, can they really take on a god? Maybe. They're not alone.   I own only my ocs Follows the events of Moon Knight Season One Words: 1671, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Burden of Truth Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley, Arthur Harrow, Khonshu (Moon Knight), Original Characters, Ammit (Marvel), Disciples of Ammit (Marvel) Relationships: Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector, Marc Spector & Reader, Steven Grant (Marvel) & Reader, Steven Grant & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly & Reader, Layla El-Faouly & Marc Spector & Reader, Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant, Steven Grant & Marc Spector & Reader, Jake Lockley & Reader, Steven Grant (Marvel)/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Reader Additional Tags: Father Figures, Parent-Child Relationship, not gross in any way, Platonic Relationships, All Platonic - Freeform, except for Layla and Steven and Marc, but that's because they're all adults, Moon Knight (TV 2022) Season 01, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Reader is an avatar, Found Family, Marc Spector is Bad at Feelings, Protective Marc Spector, Soft Marc Spector, Soft Steven Grant (Marvel), Protective Steven Grant (Marvel), Arthur Harrow Being an Asshole, Marc Spector is a Good Father, Steven Grant is a Good Father, Reader Has Issues, Everyone Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/faUy40I

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Chapter 6.5: A friend and Work

After checking to see there was no one around to give the others a hard time he gives them a hand signal to the guys below and on roofs that he's in and to start up the plan. They give their own signals to show that they are ready.

He gets to around more closely as bags and crates filled the room up, all either with labels or random stuff on top of them. The smell of gunpowder and rotting wood filling his nose, walking around the room for a second before grabbing the door handle and checking his surrounding area, it was empty of people.

There are two floors to this place, he needed to hit one room on the top floor and another on the first floor. Both with specific thing the client wanted, a person and a file of a buyer.

One would think that would be impossible, taking a whole person without being detected by a guarded building.

However, there was one thing these three always made sure for whatever job they take, give it everything they had into it and make sure not to fuck up anything to a point of no return.

He sees that the distraction is in motion as he moves, the men below being called for a "disturbance" outside. He moves past room after room before making it to the first room he needed to be in, the door locked he grabs a hair clip he keeps as the knob shakes with each twist and turn the clip makes.

A sound of a click tells him its open as he turns the knob and sneaks inside the room. The area he enters is piled with paper upon paper, files with names and dates of each transaction happening between this group and a whole trading railroad of others.

He gets to work as he surfs through the names and dates, digging through each paper for a certain initial given to him during the briefing before this. Moving past a desk and onto a crate with word of "أسلحة".

After finding nothing he stares at the other containers with scraps of useless or important papers they might not even need. He hears the commotion outside is starting to get ramped up as the sound of gunfire and shouts make their way into his ears.

He remembers during the meeting leading up to this heist that the client had said something about a box with a latch or something metal keeping where that file they wanted was in.

He made his way through the crates as he scans each of them for that specific important detail.

"I'll do it." Jake says as Marc eyes rolled back and is in control, it only take him a second but eventually he finds the box with the latch on it. It seemed to have a unique detail on it as there was a red line on the side of it, it just seemed to be more important than the rest.

The latched creaked open as he opens to see whether the contents they need are intact there, there are casing bundles of hay inside, he digs through it. A hard surface meets his glove as he pulls out a plastic suitcase like box that would be used to transport weapons, in this case, however, held files.

Hundreds of them even.

'Why would they hide files here?' The thought followed with creased eyebrows and a confused expression.

He pulls them out and scans them for that initial, something however catches his eye. The initials of something with "AH" with a small marking of the same tattoo that the Timsaeh people had. His left eyebrow lifted at this, it was too much of a coincidence for this to be here.

And in this case nonetheless. Who cared if curiosity killed the cat, a cat had nine lives. He opens the vanilla folder as he checks the contents on why the Timsaeh were even anywhere near this group of people.

From what he could see, there were a small transaction here and there. Weaponry, medical kits, and other materials that were essential for what seemed like survival. It seemed like normal illegal trading from one group to another.

Still, Jake felt something was off. He didn't trust the Timsaeh, never has and never will. He however was on a time crunch and the guys below could only keep the guards, (if you could call them that) occupied for so long. He needed to finish this job, so he instead steals the paper.

He folds the paper and stuffs it into their pocket before moving onto the next files.

He reachs again pulling out another file from inside the crate. They said the file should be here, there was only 5 more files to go through before the sound of footsteps made him stop.

Not wnating to risk it, he puts the files on the desk before making his way behind the door. His hand going towards his pistol ready to pull out in case he is caught.

The steps quicken as he hears the noise behind the wall. The voices sounding confused and frustrated, "هذه الوظيفة هي ألم في المؤخرة." The muffled voice say as a hummed sound of agreement, echos of footsteps keep him there until he knows they are far enough not to hear him. He waits a couple more seconds before leaving the hiding place and going back to the crate.

It was the second to last file where he finally found the file they wanted, the initial of "AM" Show up as he places the file in his jacket, a pocket big enough to hold the file. Putting the other paperwork back and closing up the crate to how it was, he walked towards the door and checked for any guards around, finding them to be in their own world.

He takes the opportunity and leaves to towards another room to hide before closing the door behind him. He makes it towards a window before signaling he grabs the file. One gives him a thumbs up before Jake goes and gets ready to retrieve the next thing on his list of demands.

"Hey, wanna play?" A whispered voice comes out as Katalina puts the comic down after reading it for the 5th time now.

'Okay, maybe she enjoyed the comic than she thought she would.'

It was one of Gena kids.

'Ray was his name, right?'

"Aren't you working?" She asked the boy as he opens the door a little bit more. "No, every week we get a day off." The information getting her attention, maybe they made a good amount to not have to work every day, that's good.

She had heard stories of the before times, people working everyday to meet the bills for their everyday expenses, it never made sense to her.

"So, you wanna play or no?"

She looks down at the comics and then back at the boy. She could read the same story again — but than she would get bored of it and she rather not.

Plus, she was getting bored of being stuck in the room. It's not that she wasn't greatful, but its like being a plant and plants needs sunlight. She had finished her chores for Gena that she had been assigned to her in the morning anyways.

Finally deciding she nods showing a grin on her face as she gets off the bed and puts her shoes on. Fixing the ties into bunny ears and then double knotting it to be sure.

She reaches for her backpack as she started to put her hand through one of the straps before his voice intrupted.

"Don't need it, we aren't going far." He reassures her. A little stunned at first but slowly nods as she puts the backpack back, it sat against the wall before he waits for her in the hallway.

The hallway was open and bright, walking down the hallway she smells the sweet smell of tea, it makes her smile slightly as she sees Gena siting down with her other son Ricky.

"Where you two going?" Gena ask as the two kids looked at her. Katalina looks over at Ray who looks at her than back at hisat his mom.

"Just downstairs, we'll stay in the box area. Promise mom."

The women looks at the two, before sighing and giving in.

"Be careful. If you hear any gunfire, you run right back here. Understood?" She reminds her son, and now this girl temporarily put into her care by someone who trusts her to keep this kid safe until he comes back.

The two kids nods as the boy runs towards the door, the girl surprised suddenly runs after the boy and both leave together from the apartment. He runs down the steps as others are walking or talking with each other as they see the kids fly pass then.

"Last one down is a rotten egg!" Ray yells and Katalina takes the challenge as she mentally tells her legs to run faster, soon the two are head to head as they make it down the stairs way.

It's was a close one, but Ray ended up winning as their lungs fought a breath of air to cool them down. Chest hurting but high on adrenaline to really feel it in their lungs as they rested up from what seemed like a marathon to them.

"You went first, that's why you won."

"No, your just slow."

The two kids looked at each before laughing, they sit down at the steps of the entrance to the apartment complex as people came and went. The sun beat down on them, sweaty kids on whatever day it was now.

"Do you wanna play uno again?" Ray asked as Katalina smiled.

"Do you even have to ask." As a shit eating grin appeared on the girls face.

He pulls the card box out and lays it down giving her seven cards and pull seven cards for himself as the two went ahead and played the game.

They played for two hours.

"I'm just gonna beat you again dude, just call it quits, and maybe I'll give you mercy." Katalina mocks as she places down another blue card down.

"No way! I'm gonna beat you, just watch." Ray retorts with as a plastered smirk was on his face as he places down a red card, Katalina was out of red cards.

"Oh come on!" She whines in defeat as she grabs cards from the pile to the left of her.

"I told you I would get you back." He snickered as he watches the girl go from only three cards to eight.

The sound of shot being fired catches their attention. Their smiles dwindle as they stop moving, waiting to make sure they heard correctly. Again, the sound of bullets flying triggers the flight or fight reflex.

They grab whatever they can of the game as they run back inside the building, it seemed like the whole place had somehow gone to war as see people below are running like ants. They keep running as fast as they can back to the apartment.

There already was Gena with the door open.

"Inside, now!" She yells as the two kids rush inside as she slams the door shut behind her. The two drop the cards on the ground as they see both Gena and Ricky moving thing to open places.

Katalina rushes with Gena to cover the door with a cabinet while the boys plug up the window with whatever they could find large enough to, the sound turns from bullets to explosion too quickly as the ground below starts to rumble with each one that went off.

The ground shook as Gena pushes all the kids into another room, it was the one where she had been placed temporarily until the guys came back. Gena pushed the children to a corner as she pulled the wooden panel from below off showing some weapons and money that laid inside the little compartment.

Katalina whinces before covering her ears to not hear the sound of screams and combustion that was happening outside. Gena grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to sit down on ground next to her children who seemed to be holding each for the time being.

The ceiling shook as three kids huddled together for some type of comfort while Gena loads the shotgun with bullets. She points at the door ready to kill whoever comes through the door, her hands seem to be shaking slightly but her eyes were steady and observent.

The fighting continued for what seemed like an eternity before it started to simmer outside, the tense air filled up as the smell of smoke and metal circulated the oxygen they inhaled.

Soon the sound of things moving made them tense as all four people inside the small room seem to have all sense at a all high ready for whatever came. The adrenaline hitting hard for their instinct to kick in whenever.

It was silent before a knock was heard.

"It's me, I promise." A muffled sound comes out as the kids looked at each other.

"Marc?" Gena asked.

"Yeah, it me. Open the door Gena."

He sounded drained, Gena falters before slowly taking off the chair and unlocking the door, the shotgun still point as the door creaked open.

He comes in, grime of ash and blood. Darken eyebags than before with his clothing seemingly ruined and holes littered it. His hands were up in the air to show he wasn't an enemy to them.

The gun is lowered to the ground as the women walked over to him, he lowers his hands as she lead him to one of the twin bed in the room. He groans as he sits down, his black curls were messed up and his body seemed beyond used.

"Ray, Ricky, please go and get me the med-kit. Kat, please go get a rag and a bowl of some warm water." She instructs the kids as they all slowly got up from the floor and off to do what they were asked of.

Living in the place was easy as they didn't have complicated layout, she finds the cabinet where the cups, bowls, and plates were stored. Grabbing a medium size bowl she turns the tap and feels the water for a couple minutes before deeming it warm enough to not burn.

Filling it half way she puts it down before grabbing a rag from another cabinet, pulling a red one as she goes back grabbing the bowl and bringing it back to the room where the other two had already brought the med-kit.

"Here." She tells the lady as she nods and grabs the bowl from her before taking the rag gently from her hand. Marc looks at her, the girl looked fine.

Steven had said to make sure the kid was okay when they came back after the whole battle outside, there had been many casualties but they had managed to get rid of the ones who had started it. She slowly lifts her hand to give a small wave.

Marc just stares at her. He seemed out of it for the most part, his eyes seeming almost empty for the most part. His expression of being stoic being apparent. Her eyebrows are pinched, she looked concern for him, she didn't have to be, it's not her problem.

After a while of staring at each other for a couple seconds before he lowered his head to the ground,he was just tired. They hadn't slept since the job, and it was catching up to them.

"Come on, let my mom help him." Ricky said as he gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to move as the three children left the room. Their footsteps with no rhythm as they walked down the corridor again for what seemed like the third time today.

A couple minutes later Gena come out, the sound of her coming gets the children attention as she looks at Katalina.

"He wants to talk with you." Her voice steady as the girl nods and gets up from the chair she had sat on. She felt her hands were sweaty, why was she nervous?

The way to the room seem to stretch forever, she felt like she hadn't even moved at all. Before she knew it she was right there, wiping her hands on the shirt she had on today and grabbing the knob as she turns it.

She sees him, he still sitting on the bed, his face and arms dressed in bandages. He looks up as the switch happened, his once straighten back slouched slightly as he looked at her.

"Steven?"

"Yeah. It's me kiddo, sorry we took so long."

She feels slight relief that it was Steven who had fronted this time, she doesn't know why.

"It's fine. You guys, okay?" She ask as she glances the wounds on his face, they look cleaned but definitely would need to time to heal.

He nods moves a little only to winced at the wounds but tries to hide it for the time being.

"Feel like I got hit by a truck, but I'll live." He says with the best reassuring smile he could muster, his body felt like it was on fire and constant pulsing from the bruises and cuts they had gotten from the past couple of days was killing him.

"So, what now?" That was the big question, she wasn't sure whether they were even in a good condition to even move at all, but it's was up to them nonetheless.

"Well, we managed to get a ride. A little close than what we would have had to walk to get there. It would still take us a week to make it to where our other friend will be." He explains as she listens to him, at least they had a ride. But he was injured, how the hell they would even make it that far was beyond him.

"Do you know when we have to get on this ride?" And he lays down on the bed. "It will be here in two days, give or take." He answers, that's not nearly enough time for them to heal up.

Whether he can takes it or not is the problem, it's the fact that he won't be able to fight as good as he could with all the injuries they have on themselves.

"I don’t know if that's a good idea, not to be rude man but you look like you got the ever lasting shit beaten out of you." She grimace, he definitely is not ready to go.

His jaw tightens as his head turns to look at her. "That's not your problem kid, this might be our only chance to even get anything like this in a while."

Her lips pursed at this.

"Alright." She responds with as she looks at the man, he looked like shit. But he didn't seem to bothered or either was trying his best to make it seem like it.

For the most part she couldn't tell if he was in pain or not, but he won't tell her that.

"We will leave in two days. Have everything you need packed by then." He instructs as he looks at the ceiling and puts his arm in his eyes.

Yay!!! Finally we are getting somewhere with them. I wanted to make this chapter a little longer than before and hopefully I succeeded with that.

Sorry for taking so long. A medical issue was happening, and I was needed, so this had to be postponed while I assisted with what was needed from me. Everything is no worries there👍

Another note to add on is that I don't speak nor write in Arabic, so if there is an error in how it is written—please let me know. It would really help with anything I could improve on in the future of this story!

Thank you for your patience and hope you have a good day, afternoon, and night.

Sky 💜