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Transitions- Moodboard Chapter: A Night On The Roof With Your Friend

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Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

A/N: Its good to be back. This chapter has been sitting in my drafts since January last year. I made a post some time in December 2022 or January 2023 for my readers and followers to make a mood board for this series in exchange for a fluff chapter. I like to keep my promises and here it is baby! thank you to @justalittlehoneybee, @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression, and one other person that I can't find for the mood boards, unfortunately. Thank you so much for being patient for the continuation of this series. I appreciate it!

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NOTE: This chapter takes place between Chapter Forty-Six and Chapter Forty-Seven of Transitions

“It’s been awhile since you took that telescope up to the roof,” Marc says. You pause in poking your bowl of noodles with your fork and glance at him from where you sat at the table. It was nearing nine o’clock in the evening and you were supposed to work and pick up an extra shift for your coworker, Emily. It will be a little earlier than usual tomorrow since she has to take her grandma to the doctors on the weekend because of a weird rash on her leg. You tried to help Jake cook dinner but the apartment nearly caught fire again because of hot oil splashing and an open stove top don’t mix. Luckily, they didn’t blame you for it this time because Jake was trying to teach you how to cook chicken in a skillet on the stove and it was his fault he wasn’t paying attention. 

So, here you are, eating dinner a little too late since it took a while to clean up the mess from your failed attempt and Steven decided that pasta was a better idea than burnt chicken.

“Yeah,” You agree. “It’s been hard trying to find the time to go up there and use it without it being too cloudy.” Your eyes flicker to the window you were just dropped out of not too long ago. The sky has very little clouds which surprised you since there’s almost always clouds during the winter. You can see the moon is in its crescent phase as you absentmindedly poke your noodles. Your eyes trail to his and you stare at him as he looks out the same window you were staring out of just moments ago and hums in agreement. 

“Why don’t we take the telescope to the roof in a bit?” You ask as you return your gaze to your noodles and you scoop them with the fork and chew. 

You can feel his eyes are on you while you eat as he asks, “Don’t you have work tomorrow?” 

“I do.”

“You’ll be tired.”

You shrug, “I’m always tired.”

“You’ll be even more grumpy when you wake.”

“It sounds like you’re trying to make up excuses.”

“I’m not.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem?” You ask in between bites. “Are you going to be tired in the morning when you take me to work? You can come back and take a nap.”

“That’s not it…” He grumbles. You stare at him, his eyes are pointed down at something on the floor. You drop your fork against your bowl and lean back in your chair, deciding that you are done with your half empty bowl.

“So, what is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It sure does sound like something.”

“Well, it’s not,” He snaps. Your fingers tap against your thigh as you trail your gaze back over to the window. You can still see the marks that your fingers made when Horus forced you out of it on the wall. Over the past few days since they returned from Algeria you learned that Marc is the type of person where if he wants to do something fun, it has to be your idea. If he wants to watch a certain movie, he’ll give you hints until you ask him to watch the movie with you. Sometimes, Steven picks up on it a bit better than you do and he’ll invite you to watch the movie or go out shopping or do something mundane with them. 

You think Marc just doesn’t know how to ask to spend time with you. Maybe he gets embarrassed to ask or he’s afraid that he’ll be rejected; so it’s better not to ask overall or hint enough for you to pick up. It was a decent night to go up to the roof and gaze at the stars, you would like it to be warmer but you can just layer up and steal Stevens mittens if you need to. Besides, what’s the chances of you falling asleep before eleven tonight, anyways? Jake has to go do his nightly patrolling and you’ll just be wound up until he comes back. 

“Okay,” You breathe out as you grab your bowl and stand up. “I’m going to go get a jacket and some thicker pants before I head up, you’re welcome to join me if you want.” 

“It’s cold out,” He tells you as you walk to the trash and scrape the remaining pasta into it. 

“I know, that’s why I’m taking your thicker sweatpants. Y’know, the ones with the fur on the inside.” You wash your dishes before setting them on the drying rack and passing Marc, who remained in his seat, and going to their dresser to steal his clothes. You rummage through their drawer and pull out a thick pair of socks before taking out the blue threaded bottoms you were talking about. You pull on the sweatpants over your own pajama bottoms and tie them around your waist before pulling on the socks. You grab a sweatshirt from the end of the bed and put it over your t-shirt before slipping on your shoes and walking to the coat rack. You shrug on the jacket that once belonged to Marc- and now it was yours- as you turn towards him.

“It’s a little cloudy out,” He says as he peers out the window.

“I see some patches open,” You tell him without looking out the glass pane. You grab your lanyard, the thin cloth feeling small in between your fingers as you tell him that you’re getting the telescope and going to the roof. Walking down the short distance to your apartment and unlocking the door, you peer into the moonlit room. The cracks in the window are still visible and the floor in front of the door where the intruder was killed is clean of any bloodstain that could be seen just by the naked eye. You know that just behind the picture frame of your parents that there was a hole in the drywall caused by your laptop hitting it. 

So much has happened in this flat over the last six months. You spent time on the floor during the summer heat wave, eating popsicles with your neighbor and trying to not peel your skin off when your thighs stuck to the floor due to your sweat. You also tracked blood from the entryway across the floor to the bathroom when you came back from dinner with your neighbor and got ambushed. You cleaned the broken bulb in the kitchen when Khonshu decided to be extra and shatter it. You were pressed up against the window by Horus and held out of it once, although he didn’t confirm nor deny that it was him. He seemed to ignore your statement when he decided to drop you out the window of Stevens flat after you rejected his offer. 

You can’t believe that a deity saved your life twice, the first when they made you move and fight the cult member; and the second when they stopped you from hitting the pavement after Horus dropped you. Taweret has healed you before but she was never in an active role such as this god. Taweret healed your injuries after you got mugged and the Eye of Horus paper was ripped. She didn’t save you from hitting the pavement, you’re sure of it. 

You spent a little over a year in this apartment being alone but not with the anxiety that seems to be more common these days than it should be. Now you spend more time anywhere but here. You spend more nights at your neighbors and Laylas than you do with your stolen table and couch you bought at a yard sale. So much has happened in such little time. If you didn’t have the knowledge of the things that happened here, you wouldn’t have thought twice about walking on the floor, especially in the entryway. Your hand reaches through the entry way and you flip on the light switch before taking a large step over the patch where you killed the man and heading towards the telescope propped against the wall in the far corner of the room near the couch. 

You would have left it at Stevens place but he doesn’t have much room, besides you shouldn’t clutter his space with your things. It's not like you’re paying rent at his place even though you eat his food, sleep in his bed, and take a shower in his bathroom. Your hands grasp onto the cool metal of the scope as you pause in your steps. Are you just laying in their bed and taking up his space without doing anything useful? You’re not contributing to his home even with the amount of time you spend there. You do the dishes when he cooks or you dirty them. You do the laundry and you have tried to pitch in for groceries but they refused to allow you to do so. But, you haven’t done much else. 

You should talk to them sometime about that. But how do you bring it up to your neighbor that you should pay some portion of their rent just because you take up their space? Can you even afford to do that? You know that you have some money saved up since you don’t grocery shop as much and your water bill is nonexistent since you don’t use your sinks or shower for your own apartment. But, is that enough to give them every month? 

You don’t know, maybe you should think more on this before bringing it up to them. You’re sure that Marc won’t want to chat to you about this, it was more of a Steven conversation, right? It is Stevens' apartment, it is in his name but…Jake and Marc live there too and they are part of Steven just as much as he is part of them. So, shouldn’t this conversation include everyone? 

You carry the telescope towards the exit before your eyes catch the notebook and pencil resting on your coffee table. It is nearly filled with notes on your classes about your upcoming exams before the winter break and you are feeling nervous about them. If you don’t pass, you’ll have to contact your counselor and have a one-on-one conversation with them about why you didn’t pass your class and what you can do in the next term to improve your education. It doesn’t sound terrible, but it truly is because you are considered dead and if your counselor recognizes you, you are fucked. You grab the notebook and pencil, tucking the lead into the metal spiral holding the book together before you pick up the telescope. Are you asking them to move in if you bring up the rent issue? 

Afterall, you were considering paying for their place rather than yours when you thought that they were dead. A small knot in your stomach twists at the memory of those days. Quickly, you push it away and take a breath of air to calm yourself. Should you be the one to bring this up? It sounds like you're possibly inviting yourself to move in one hundred percent. It is their apartment and so far they don't have any problems about your living arrangement. But that doesn't mean they won't if you decide to ask them about it. Who knows, maybe they're going to be against the idea. They are grown men and it is a bit weird that a teenager who is unrelated to them is living with them. 

You should wait to see if they'll bring it up themselves, you shouldn't question them if you should move into their apartment and withdraw from your own space. Mentally, you bookmark the topic and decide to focus on the task of getting outside. Pushing open the door to the rooftop, you walk up the steps and immediately get the shivers from the cool breeze. Goosebumps cover your skin and the metal of the telescope seems to make your hands ten times colder in the stairway. You're not even completely on the roof and you are beginning to. It almost makes you return to the boys apartment to be warm on a soft bed and underneath a pile of blankets. But, instead you persevere and push forward into the December night. Dozens of white dots litter the night sky as if brush was flicked among a canvas. Tonight was going to be great, you can feel it in your bones; although that might be the chill. 

The gravel on the rooftop, crunches underneath your shoes as you walk further onto the roof. Setting down your notebook, you open up your telescope and place it carefully onto its three legs and remove the lens cover before peeking through the scope and at the stars above you. It took a few extra seconds for the lens to adjust and the blurriness to fade, but there above you in all its might was a beautiful sight. The stars never seem to not amaze you. Slowly, you exhale and vapor leaves your mouth as you stuff your hands into your sweats. Maybe in another life you were in university and studying the stars. Maybe in that life you and your best friend are attending the same school. Your hands clench a bit at the thought of her and your stomach turns in grief. What is she up to? You wonder. She has to be completing her highschool education since you are too; or maybe she took a gap year to process your “death.”

Maybe she has a partner or maybe shes attending school but she’s fucking around in it. Maybe she no longer gives a damn about her education since five years were taken from her and so were you. This time this year you both should be applying for scholarships and studying at each other's homes. You both should be brainstorming christmas crafts and teasing her about her wonky paper mache stars from the previous years. But, instead you took a one way plane ride to the other side of the world and cut all the strings that once tied you to your previous life.  You can think of all the alternate lives another you are living all you want, but the simple conclusion is that it is not this one, so why bother? Why think of all the what ifs and the could be when it's no use. It won't change anything, all it will do is make you mourn for the should be’s. 

 You swallow around the lump forming in your throat. Where’s Marc? You think. It felt like it's been too long since you last saw him. It’s definitely been long enough for you to reflect on alternate lives. Perhaps he wasn’t coming and was just making a mere observation that it has been a long time since you took the telescope up to the roof. They did buy you that as a birthday gift and you only have ever used it once. That's an expensive dust collector for your apartment. Did you really come to the roof all by yourself and set everything with the expectation for him to come but get stood up instead? You don’t doubt it. Maybe he decided to go on patrol instead. You came up here with the intent to have a good night and that's exactly what is going to happen. Fuck it if Horus comes and threatens you when you’re all by your lonesome. Fuck him. You can’t let that fear stop you from living your life. 

“Fine,” You breathe out. “He doesn’t have to join me, but he could at the very least have told me they’re going on patrol.” The noise of the door opening behind you causes you to turn and your heart to skip a beat in your chest. Marc's cheeks become tinted red as the winter breeze softly blows into him. 

You clear your throat a bit before you tell him, “I was beginning to think that you weren’t going to take my invite.” You watch him cross the space to you. He holds a navy bubble jacket to his chest as he breathes out, vapor drifting from him as he does so. 

“I should have stayed inside,” He grumbles and hands you the jacket. “Take it and put it on, you’re going to get a cold and I don’t want to deal with you being sick again.”

“Thanks,” You snatch it from him and slide it on before zipping it up. You feel like you’re the Michelin Tire Mascot. All puffed up on your torso and arms which is making it difficult to move an inch but you’re warm with the three layers of tops you have on. A warm feeling drips down from your chest and pools in your gut. It was a feeling that you recognize so easily, you are grateful for his appearance even though you told yourself you were okay with them not showing. You are grateful for everything that they have done for you.

“You’re going to catch your death at this rate.”

“Probably,” You shrug as you step away from the telescope and sit down onto the gravel. You reach for the notebook and pencil a couple of inches away from you.The rocks press harshly into your legs and butt and you know that when you stand up again that you’re going to have rock imprints upon your body even through the clothes. You shift in your spot and try to get comfortable upon the cold ground before you feel his eyes burning into you. Your eyes flicker up and he was giving you a questioning look. 

“What’s that for?” He asks and points to your lap. 

“The notebook?” You raise it a bit and show him your pencil. “I’m charting some stars.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in response and stuffs his hands into his pockets. The curls on his head blow softly as another breeze passes through you and your papers ruffle a bit. You move your attention to the paper in your lap and begin to chart the stars, glancing back and forth between the sky above you and the notebook you held. You only charted one constellation before you look up and see Marc eying the telescope. 

“Do you want to use it?” You ask and he doesn’t answer which causes you to set down your pencil. “It’s okay if you do. You can use the telescope anytime you want, Marc.”

“Any time?”

“Yes, Marc, any time.” You tell him and pick up the pencil once more to continue. He bends down and adjusts the height for the scope before peering into it. For a while, the only sound between the two of you was the traffic below, the single plane flying in the distance, and your pencil scratching against the surface of the paper. You were feeling content and at peace with it. Marc and you never really spoke for a long time before and you weren’t expecting to now. It was just how the two of you typically interacted. You would sometimes say something or he would too and you always let the silence settle between you before Steven fronts and decides to interact with you. It hasn’t made you uncomfortable in a long time, not since you first met them and felt like you had to cram in conversation every single second so none of you would be awkward. 

It just felt comfortable and peaceful; and you were beginning to settle into it when he said, “Did you know that our sun is a dwarf star?” You did. You learned it in science class when you were a sophomore. It was one of the few introductions to the upper grades astronomy class that your teacher was trying to get your fellow students to be interested in and take within the next two years of highschool. You took that biology class with your best friend and wrote notes back and forth to each other. Marc should know that you already knew it since you were so invested in astrophysics. Which could only mean he was just asking you to have a conversation. 

“Yeah,” You tell him as you glance at the constellation you were sketching before returning your gaze to your notebook. “I learned that when I was a sophomore.” 

He doesn't look at you but focuses on whatever he was looking at as he says, “I loved space when I was a kid. I used to want to be an astronaut. I wanted to be thousands of miles away from home and among the stars. I wanted to visit the moon.” He pauses, causing you to look at him as you roll your pencil between your fingers. “Maybe I would be an astrophysicist like you want to be.” You still want to be, he knows you do and the longing for another life will never go away.

“What happened?” You ask even though you know the answer. 

“I left home as soon as I turned eighteen and joined the army. My dreams stopped.” He shrugs his shoulders as you take in his statement. The adult who you have come to know was a child once. He had dreams and aspirations. He had favorite superheroes in comic books and a favorite cereal. He had a favorite toy and a favorite park to go to. He had preferences over playing on the slide or swings. He once knew the channel number for kids shows. All of that sunk down deep into the starry ocean to never come to the surface again. To never matter. 

 “The best version of yourself has yet to come, kid.” He says. “Don't give up on them.” How could he say that even though he knows you can't do anything about your old aspirations. It kind of felt a punch to your gut, everything felt impossible to do. The idea of succeeding was just dead hope. Your lips part slightly as you get ready to tell him how wrong he is but quickly shut it. He was trying to boost your morals and give you unnecessary pep talk. You don't need that, you know the reality of everything; although you decide to keep quiet about it for tonight. Maybe some other time you'll argue it but tonight wasn't the night for it. You want to keep the peace and have a good time. It was one of the rare times that there was no danger, but rather you and them and the stars above. 

 “Can you help me with charting?” You ask him, he stands up straight and turns away from the scope to look at you. His eyes travel down to the notebook in your lap and back to your face with a questioning gaze. 

“What do you need?” He asks. Honestly, you don’t need the help. You can see the night sky clearly and you can easily tell what the constellations were. He knew that and you know that he knows, but you still want to keep the conversation rolling. 

“Just the location of the stars and the constellations.” You tell him. He stares at you for a moment with a look of something you can’t quite place. Perhaps he was calling your bluff and getting ready to tell you no and leave to go patrol. Maybe he was thinking about how you managed to invite him to a cold ass rooftop at ten in the evening and he agreed to it and now he’s regretting it because of your stupid request. Maybe he was listening to Steven beg him to help you. 

“Yeah,” He tells you.“It’s no problem.” His acceptance somewhat surprises you. You thought he was going to reject you and tell you that you can do it without his help. “Where do you want me to start?”

“Okay, cool,” You pause and glance down to the sketch of what you already started. “Uh, can you start with the one next to the Big Dipper?”

“Did you begin with that one?”

“Yeah, it's easier to go from there than to start with any other one,” You lie, really it was just the easiest one to draw and seek out. It was also your favorite so you put more detail into it than you will with the other constellations. You don’t want to be burnt out by the time you get to it and do a halfass job at doing it justice. He turns around and looks at the sky. 

“Okay, so… I think the next one has a kind of shape to it like a rhombus and a triangle for the left side.”

“Like it's a wonky hedgehog without legs?” You ask and he laughs.

“I guess you could say that.” He says and you swear you hear a smile in his voice as he speaks

“Or a gnome without limbs.” You add.

“Some might say it's a house but turned on its side.” 

“That’s too boring.” You shake your head a bit and release a breathy laugh as you sketch it. You spent the next hour drawing his descriptions and making small talk and jokes as the time passed. It wasn’t until you finish your fifth drawing that a yawn escape your mouth and you feel sleep pulling at your eyes. It was getting late and you do need to get ready for bed. You do have to go to work tomorrow as much as that sucks.  You know that you’re not going to get any rest until they come back but you do have to try. Besides, the sooner they leave the quicker they come back and the more rest you’re going to get.

“Okay,” You say. “I’m ready to call it.” You sign your own name before placing the pencil on the notebook and lifting it up towards him. He raises an eyebrow at you and you sniffle from the cold. Being underneath the blankets in a warm and cozy bed sounds amazing and you are so ready for that.

“Sign it,” You tell him, trying to balance the lead on the page so it wouldn’t fall off. 

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why do you want me to sign it? I barely even helped with it.”

“You did though, you told me where the constellations were and what shapes they should be.” You nod your chin to the notebook. He wasn’t going to get out of not signing it. He did help and he deserves the credit as much as you do. Besides, it will be a fun memory to come across in the future. He takes the book from you and scribbles his name down into something barely legible. As he hands it back, you can recognize the first two letters of his first and last name. You can feel the corner of your lips tilt up and you do your best to hide your happiness as you stand and brush off the pebbles from your body. 

“You have work tomorrow.” He comments as another yawn leaves you. 

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumble as you tuck the book underneath your arm as Marc collapses the telescope. Silence is between the two of you and it's not uncomfortable at all. It feels more like the type of silence where the party is over and you both had a good time and now it's time to focus on the other tasks at hand. You head down the stairs and he shuts the door behind you with the items in hand. 

“This was your idea, you know.” He tells you. It was, kind of. Wasn’t he the one who originally commented on the night sky? You can’t really remember, your brain feels too tired to recall any memories leading up to the last couple of hours. 

“Yeah,” You breathe out as you unlock your apartment door. He brushes past you and sets the telescope next to your couch. “I know.” From the hallway, as you watch him return to you, you can see his face is flushed red from the cold but his eyes are a little brighter than before you went up to the roof. He had a good time and you feel glad that you can clearly see that on his face.

“Bedtime,” He tells you and you roll your eyes. 

“I’m not a kid,” You grumble as you lock your apartment door and head towards their apartment. 

“You’re going to be grumpy in the morning like a child would be.” 

“Speak for yourself, you’re always grumpy.” You tell him. He exhales like a laugh leaves him.  

The corner of his lips tilts up in a smile you don’t mention, “We’ll see.”

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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

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter One

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter One: In the Alps

Summary: (Y/N) goes to the Alps to find Ammit's scarab. They encounter much more trouble than they ever had before.

            (Y/N) tugged on the ends of their sweatshirt as they walked through the village. The search for the scarab of Ammit had brought them unexpectedly to the Austrian Alps, but according to their information, the Followers of Ammit’s leader, Arthur Harrow, had many cult members there, and (Y/N) had to get to the scarab before he got possession of it.

            Everyone in the village headed towards the town square, and (Y/N) drifted easily into the flow. If they caught sight of the person delivering the scarab, (Y/N) would pick their pocket and be on their way. They glanced over the crowd. They just had to be careful of the men with guns.

            Their eyes landed on a man with a white hood pulled over his head. (Y/N) frowned. Isn’t that Khonshu’s avatar? They watched him look around almost in fright. That wasn’t like the man they’d seen before. He’d seemed much more self-assured then.

            Still, (Y/N) remained on guard. They had never met an avatar other than him, and Khonshu hadn’t seemed nice, so (Y/N) wasn’t sure about getting closer.

            Their attention went back to the crowd as they all came to a stop at the town square. Murmurs and excited whispers went up as they parted to let a single man walk through.

            Harrow strolled through the crowd as they looked at him reverently. His cane tapped the ground rhythmically. Ammit’s followers bowed and murmured praise to him, thanking him for his presence and for the guidance of Ammit.

            (Y/N) shivered at how honest all the devotion was.

            The people around them jostled to get to the front. They all wanted to reach out to Harrow and even just brush his clothes. (Y/N) and Khonshu’s Avatar ended up nearer, and (Y/N) averted their gaze. They didn’t really want to deal with him. If he was there, it meant something dangerous might happen, and (Y/N) had done a very good job working in the shadows for seven years. They didn’t need it to change now.

            “What a beautiful day,” said Harrow in English. “It’s like we’re in heaven.” He chuckled. “Only it’s not heaven, isn’t it? It’s a darkness.” He smiled kindly. “Sometimes it hides in our very hearts. We are here to make Earth as much like Heaven as possible.” Harrow looked around with a benevolent expression. “Who’d like to go first?”

            (Y/N) watched as a young man stepped forward. They were about to see firsthand what had made Ma’at dislike Ammit so much, what made her want Harrow to never get closer to her teachings and power.

            “You are a brave man, offering your soul for judgement,” said Harrow.

            Judging before their time, before their death? thought (Y/N). But they have no Feather of Truth for their hearts to be weighed against. This was nothing but a perversion of the Judgement of the Dead.

            “Wanting to serve out goddess even before she wakes,” said Harrow.

            He rolled up his sleeves, and (Y/N) spotted the tattoo of scales on his forearm. He balanced his crocodile-headed cane in the man’s hands. The cane began to rock back and forth, and the scales on Harrow’s forearm moved with them.

            “I judge you in Ammit’s name with but a fraction of her power,” declared Harrow.

            The scales balanced and turned green. The crowd gasped, and Harrow smiled at the young man.

            “This is the face of a good man!” he said benevolently. He hugged them, and applause went up in the crowd.

            “Who would like to go next?” said a man next to Harrow.

            “Me,” said an old woman. “Please, Harrow, I must know.”

            “Call me Arthur.” Harrow extended a kindly hand to her. “Come.” She stepped up to him and allowed him to take her hands. “Will you accept your scales, regardless of the outcomes?”

            “Yes,” said the woman.

            The cane swung back and forth, and the woman stared at Harrow’s scales apprehensively. They froze unbalanced and turned a sickening red.

            “I’m sorry,” said Harrow sadly, but (Y/N) felt the lie. He was happy to rid the world of people judged to be unrighteous.

            “I’ve been good my entire life,” said the woman desperately, unable to understand the results of her judgement.

            “I believe you,” said Harrow. Truth. “But the scales see everything. Perhaps it’s something that lies ahead. He sighed. “Well, I wish you could live to see the world we make. Yet, Ammit has decided.”

            The woman gave a gasp that died in her throat. Her body froze before collapsing, dead.

            (Y/N)’s stomach twisted, and they grimaced as every part of them surged angrily at the injustice of these people being given no chance, even for their future. It went against the proper order of life. It was just wrong, and (Y/N) could feel it.

            Harrow knelt sadly beside her body before it was carried away. One of his men walked up and crouched, holding his gun tightly.

            “I’m sorry. There was a problem with the exchange,” he said in German.

            Someone already took the scarab? thought (Y/N). Their eyes went to Khonshu’s Avatar.

            “We got ambushed. Someone killed two of our men,” continued the man.

            It was definitely Khonshu’s Avatar’s doing.

            Harrow stood. “Is he still here?”

            “We think so, yes,” said the guard.

            They know his face, thought (Y/N), glancing at him again.

            Harrow looked out over the crowd. “Bow to Ammit!” he said in Ancient Egyptian.

            The entire crowd knelt ((Y/N), too, to blend in). Khonshu’s Avatar was late, having no idea what the order was and not being part of the cult.

            “Oh, bollocks,” cursed Khonshu’s avatar.

            (Y/N) frowned. That was a totally different accent, English (weird English, too) instead of American. What was going on?

            “You,” said Harrow, looking at him. “I know you.”

            “Me? Hi, uh…” The avatar stood up nervously.

            “Mercenary,” said Harrow coldly, and all eyes went to Khonshu’s avatar.

            “ ‘Mercenary?’ ” repeated the man nervously as the crowd stood up again. “No, no. I’m not a mercenary. No, I’m a gift shop-ist. I work at a gift shop. My name’s Steven Grant.”

            No lies at all, thought (Y/N). He really was Steven Grant and worked at a gift shop. Which, incidentally, made the whole situation more complicated because Harrow was also telling the truth. A regular job as cover? But what about the accents?

            “I’m trying to get back home. To London,” said Steven nervously as Harrow approached. “London? I dunno why I’m saying it like that.”

            “Well, Steven Grant of the gift shop,” said Harrow.

            “Yeah?” said Steven.

            “Will you return to the scarab?” said Harrow, holding out his hands.

            Shit, can’t let him have it, thought (Y/N). Now that they’d seen Harrow judge people and kill them, they knew that even beyond Ma’at’s instructions they needed to stop him. (Y/N) refused to let innocent people get hurt.

            “The…The what?” said Steven, confused. “Oh, alright.” He patted his pockets nervously. “Yeah, the…Oh, you mean…” He pulled the scarab out of his pocket. He stared at in, not having expected it to be there.

            “You will give him nothing.”

            Khonshu’s voice echoed over the street, and Steven looked around for it wildly. He swallowed and held out the scarab to Harrow anyways.

            No! thought (Y/N). They took a step forward.

            Harrow reached out. Steven’s fingers closed suddenly over the scarab. He looked at them in confusion.

            “I strongly encourage you to return that,” said Harrow.

            “I’m not-I’m…” Steven stammered, perplexed. He glared at his fingers, willing them to open. “I’m try—” He hit his hand with his other. “Come on, now. It’s like my fingers froze.” He tried to peel open his fingers. “But here’s some of that…I don’t know, maybe it’s part of the high altitude or something.” He managed to open his hand and grabbed the scarab. “Aha! There, take it, so strange. Sorry, but—” Steven’s hand swiveled behind him, again unbidden.

            “I will not ask again,” said Harrow firmly.

            “I didn’t do that on purpose,” said Steven. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

            Completely truthful, thought (Y/N). This whole thing was proving strange.

            Steven turned his whole body in an attempt to his hand nearer to Harrow. “There, take it, take it.”

            (Y/N) couldn’t let that happen. They darted out and snatched the scarab. Steven and Harrow’s eyes widened, but (Y/N) didn’t wait around to find out their other reactions. They turned and made a run for it.

            “Grab them,” ordered Harrow.

            Several adults emerged from the ground and grabbed for (Y/N). They dodged through a few, but two snagged their arms. (Y/N) yelped and pulled to get away. It didn’t work, so they just curled their fist closed around the scarab, refusing to let go.

            “Who are you?” said Harrow, tilting his head in confusion as his people tried to pry their hand open.

            “Hey, wait, mate, you can’t hurt a kid,” said Steven, brow creasing in concern.

            “Stay out of this, worm,” said Khonshu’s voice.

            Ma’at remained silent, apparently uninterested in getting near Khonshu again.

            The people holding (Y/N) twisted their arm, and they cried out, straining to keep control of their arm. They couldn’t let Harrow get the scarab, not when he was going to hurt people.

            Steven’s eyes rolled into his head for a moment before returning to glare at Harrow and Ammit’s followers. The entire body language had changed.

            “Finally,” said Khonshu.

            Not-Steven—this wasn’t Steven—surged forwards and attacked the people trying to take the scarab for Harrow. He pulled them off of (Y/N) and punched them violently. One tried to attack him in return, but he kicked him to the ground and stomped on his head. (Y/N) stumbled back as their attacker let go, and Not-Steven swung for his head, catching the scarab as it fell. Another grabbed for (Y/N) again, and Not-Steven hit them in the face with the scarab. All the people fell to the ground against Not-Steven, left with bloody knuckles from no wounds on himself.

            (Y/N) stared in surprise, as did Harrow and the crowd. Not-Steven turned to face Harrow, and then his eyes rolled into his head once more. He blinked furiously and looked around in confusion.

            “No, the idiots back,” grumbled Khonshu’s voice.

            Oh. (Y/N) put it together. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Steven and Not-Steven were alters, and one was clearly more of Khonshu’s avatar than the other. (Y/N) had met Not-Steven a year ago, and now they had encountered Steven.

            Steven cleared his throat uncomfortably as he stared at his bloody hands. “S-Sorry…” He put his hands up and glanced at (Y/N). “A-Are you alright?”

            (Y/N) nodded sharply, but they warily eyed the crowd backing off. They needed to get out of that village now. They had been seen by Harrow, which made them a target. If they didn’t leave with the scarab, (Y/N) was going to be killed. Or at least judged, which may end in death.

            “We need to go,” said (Y/N), taking a step back as Harrow and the crowd approached again.

            “Right, right…” Even Steven knew that was the best course of action now. He looked at Harrow warily. “I’m just gonna…we’re gonna go, alright? Yeah.”

            Steven and (Y/N) ran around the crowd, dodging behind tractors and barrels before they could be grabbed. The only escape route they could see was the cupcake-truck. But, seeing as they were desperate, (Y/N) and Steven jumped on.

            “Don’t you dare drop that scarab,” said Khonshu.

            “Alright, alright, alright!” shouted Steven, starting the vehicle.

            “Go, go, go!” said (Y/N), kicking away someone trying to open their door and locking it tightly.

            “We’re going!” cried Steven, stepping on the gas and speeding out of the village onto the roads beyond. “What am I doing, what am I doing?! I don’t even have my license.”

            “Just don’t crash,” said (Y/N), as encouraging as they could be considering the circumstances. They looked behind them. “We’ve got a lot of company.”

            “This has to be a dream,” said Steven nervously.

            “It’s not, Steven,” said (Y/N), grimacing as they saw Harrow’s men catching up. The cupcake van wasn’t going to outrun them.

            “They’re gonna kill us!” cried Steven as he wound around the curves of the roads.

            He tried to speed up, but a chicken-transportation truck appeared in front of them, and he had to slow down. The followers of Ammit rammed into them from the back.

            (Y/N) grit their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut. This isn’t 2018. This isn’t 2018. They weren’t going to die in a car accident. They weren’t.

            Steven honked and swerved around the truck of chickens. “Come on, move your ass!” he grimaced as he saw the old lady glaring at him. “Thank you. So sorry. Thank you.”

            Shots rang out, and a guard jumped from the front of his car to the back the cupcake van. He pulled at the doors, letting them swing wildly in the wind.

            (Y/N) scrambled into the back of the van and kicked him back. The guard fell onto the road, and they grimaced as the cars hit him and kept going. No sooner was he down, though, then another man jumped towards the open back. This time, he kept his gun raised, and (Y/N) dodged to the side. He grabbed for Steven and the scarab, and (Y/N) grabbed his ankle, tripping him. He stumbled and aimed downwards at him with his gun. Alongside them, another car was pulling up with a man with his gun trained on Steven.

            “Wait, no!” shouted Steven, and (Y/N) pushed back to try to avoid being shot.

            In the next moment, Steven—No, Not-Steven—grabbed the man aiming for (Y/N) and smashed his head into the steering wheel. He jerked back, and Not-Steven grabbed his gun. In one fluid motion, he shot the driver of the other car, sending it careening off into the mountain, and he shot the man aiming for (Y/N), letting his body fall back and out of the van.

            No sooner was it done than his eyes rolled again, and Steven dropped the gun in shock and disgust. “I don’t understand what’s happening!” cried Steven.

            “Truck!” shouted (Y/N), grabbing the seat they were behind as Steven screamed and swerved violently around a log truck. It tipped over and crushed a pursuing car.

            Two others pulled up on either side of the van and tried to hit the sides of the cupcake truck. A man on either side raised a gun and aimed.

            (Y/N) ducked and prepared to take the wheel if Steven got shot.

            His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Not-Steven’s eyes focused. He glanced at (Y/N) before spinning the wheel. (Y/N) held onto the seat as the van spun around, hit one car, and ended up backwards. The car crashed off the side of the mountain, and now the cupcake truck faced the final car pursuing them.

            Not-Steven’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Steven focused again.

            “I’m driving backwards!” he cried.

            “Watch out!” said (Y/N), bracing as the car behind(?) them tried to hit them.

            Steven threw the gun at the car, and (Y/N) groaned.

            “Did he just throw the gun?!”

            “I don’t know what I’m doing!” said Steven.

            “Then leave us be, parasite!”

            Steven panicked and turned the wheel, spinning the car around again. They sped towards the forest in the valley, and then…the engine died.

            They coasted to a stop, and the car behind them pulled up to block the road in front. The men got out, readied their guns, and headed towards them.

            “Come on,” said (Y/N), pulling Steven towards the back of the van to escape.

            At the perfect moment, the logs that had come off the truck from earlier landed on the road and crushed the men.

            “Oh, shit!” cried Steven.

            “Oh, god,” said (Y/N), eyes widening. What an unfortunate way to go. Still…it meant they were alive.

            “We need to go.”

            (Y/N) glanced at the man beside them. It was Not-Steven again.

            “Do you still have the scarab?” said (Y/N), following Not-Steven.

            “Yeah,” said Not-Steven. They headed into the woods and walked along the road towards the next town over.

            “What’s your name?” asked (Y/N).

            “Marc,” said Not-Steven. He glanced back at them. “You’re Ma’at’s avatar.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “You’re Khonshu’s.”

            Marc narrowed his eyes. “Yeah.”

            “…I’m (Y/N),” said (Y/N). They realized they should have introduced themself earlier.

            Marc nodded. “Do you have a way back to…wherever you live?”

            “Ma’at will tell me where I need to go next,” said (Y/N). “I’ll figure it out from there.”

            Marc frowned. “You don’t live anywhere?”

            “No?” said (Y/N).

            Marc looked at them and furrowed his brow before turning back to the front. “Be careful.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). They were the avatar of a god and took back (stole) relics from criminals regularly. They wouldn’t be alive if they didn’t know to be careful.

            But, still, there was something nice about someone saying it instead of (Y/N) having to just take care of themself.

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            “You were filming our judgement, correct?” Harrow smiled at a young woman.

            She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Harrow.”

            “Please, call me Arthur,” said Harrow. “Would you mind if I took a look?”

            “Of course, Mr-Arthur,” said the young woman.

            “Thank you,” said Harrow, smiling.

            “Mr. Harrow,” said one of his guards, walking up to him. “They got away with the scarab, but we’re already tracking down ‘Steven Grant.’ ”

            “Good,” said Harrow. He held up the phone with a still of the crowd from the video. “And I need you to figure out who this is.” (Y/N)’s face stared out of the crowd.

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

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

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

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? kinda angst at the end, many mentions of throwing up, underage drinking, more drunk teen stuff, let me know if i missed anything.

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"alright let's go over this again- what time are you supposed to be home?"

"11 at the latest"

"and how will you get home?"

"you pick me up or khonshu walks me home"

"and what do you do if you get uncomfortable?"

"tell evie then call you"

"that's right" marc says and you sigh, feeling your leg bounce up and down due to the nerves.

your first highschool party. technically.

evie went to your school, but you didn't see each other at all. except when she would occasionally walk home.

marc parks the car at the side of the road, and you look over to evies house which was booming with music and colored lights.

and that was when she came out.

she was in a sparkly red dress that only reached to the middle of her thighs, and she had sparkling jewelry in every possible place she could.

you opened the door to step out of the car when you looked down at your own clothing- which consisted of plain black shorts, a white t shirt and jakes leather jacket.

"awwww! you look so cute!" evie compliments and you look down to the sidewalk shyly.

"hey" marc calls out behind you so you turn around. "don't do anything stupid, okay?"

you smile at him. "i won't. i love you guys" you say before shutting the door and walking to evie.

"that guy is familiar.. is he that cabbie that yells at people and causes scenes all the time?" she asks, leading you to the door.

"yeah... that's my dad"

"oh okay- wait- that's your dad?!"

"yeah-"

she interrupts you by laughing. "i've heard him yell the funniest things at people-" she keeps laughing as she opens the door.

you laugh along with her until you see the amount of people inside the house.

evie senses your nerves and turns to you. "if you get overwhelmed just tell me and i can hang out with you in my room if you want" she offers and it makes you feel better about going.

"thank you"

"now- for drinks we have apple juice, water, some sprite, and i think someone brought a bunch of alcohol but i don't drink-" she leads you to the kitchen.

"apple juice?" you ask almost excitedly and evie nods.

"well i can get you some and you can go hang out if you want, get to know people?" she suggests and you nod, walking to the huge living room where there's maybe 15 people dancing about on the floor, and you choose to go stand in the corner of the room and watch everyone as they have fun.

that was when someone came up to you.

"heyyyyy! i haven't seen you before! what's your name?!" a boy looking around your age starts, leaning against the wall next to you.

"i'm.. im y/n"

"ohhhhh! evies friend! i've heard so much about you!!" he slurs out taking a huge gulp of whatever liquid was in his red solo cup.

"uhh.. yeah. i'm evies friend-"

"well i'm bradley it's wonderful to meet you- you're so pretty!" he brings a hand up to brush down the bridge of your nose, making you lean away a bit.

"oh- i'm sorry force of habit" he pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket.

"my ex used to let me admire her" he looks down at the ground and you watch in shock at the boy's dramatic expression.

"but she cheated on me!" he tears up, leaning to you again and hugging you, spilling all of his drink on the floor.

you just stand there and awkwardly pat his back.

"she- she cheated on me with my brother!" he sobs violently into your shoulder and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist.

evie comes back with your apple juice and looks shocked at the position you're in.

"what happened?" she whispers as she comes up next to you.

"this is my new friend bradley. i think he's wasted or something" you shrug and evie chuckles before rubbing his back, making him let go of you to wipe his tears, by dropping his empty cup on the floor.

he adjusts his beanie you didn't know he had on, which conveniently has embroidered writing on it saying 'sad boi' with a frowny face next to it.

he takes your hand in his and kisses it. "i'm sorry- you're just so pretty- are you single? would you ever cheat on me-?" he asks while still slurring his words together.

evie starts leading him away from you. "she's happily married, now let's go" she starts. "i'm just taking him up to the guest room really quick- i'll be right back" she hands you your cup of juice and you nod.

you look down at the wet spot on the floor from when bradley spilled his drink and cringe, moving to another corner of the room.

trouble just always seems to come your way and another boy approaches you.

"what's that you're drinking?" he asks nodding his head at you.

you just stare at him for a moment. "apple juice"

he lets out a single laugh. "yeah? and what else?" he asks completely serious.

you just stare at him again. "it's just apple juice-"

"awww, you got invited to a party and you're not even gonna drink? just a little bit?" he talks to you in a tone a mother would her child.

"no."

"come on, just take a sip" he holds his cup out to you and you look inside it, just seeing clear liquid. you could smell it from there and you lean your head away from it.

he chuckles again. "this your first time? come on, just a little"

"no thank you-"

"what are you? chicken?" he scoffs with a smile.

"what? no!" you get defensive, standing up straight.

"yes you are! just take a sip you pussy!" he shouts, making a couple people turn around to watch the exchange.

you notice the cup was about half full of probably many different kinds of alcohol, so you yank it from his hand and chug the whole thing in one breath.

you throw the cup down while the small crowd watching you cheers in delight.

you feel a sudden urge of confidence as a girl comes up to you while her friend pours both vodka and tequila in a red cup at the same time until it was almost all the way full.

you look to the boy from before and he nods. "come on my new friend! don't pussy out!" he jokes and you take the cup, again chugging the whole thing without taking a breath.

the crowd goes wild as you wipe the excess liquid from your mouth and you start coughing due to the sting of the burning sensation in your throat.

you throw the cup down again. "another!" you yell, causing the boy next to you to pour the tequila into your apple juice.

you take a breath before chugging that as well, then crushing the cup in your hand after feeling your stomach gurgle.

you put a hand to your stomach and breath slowly, feeling something reach your head.

now everything felt.. fuzzy. like when you try on your friends glasses and see how blind they truly are.

or taking your own glasses off and not being able to see shit.

you stumble back into the wall behind you and the boy wraps an arm around your shoulder and shoves another drink in your hand.

"drink up, you're the life of the party now!" he shouts, earning cheering from everyone again, who's attentions were all on you.

you slowly bring the cup to your lips when evie takes it from you, and you get surprised at the fact that she appeared out of no where.

"what are you doing?" she asks and then turns to the boy that still had an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"did you pressure her into doing this?" she asks him angrily and he moves closer to you.

"nah, she just isn't a pussy" he looks over to you and turns your head towards him with his thumb and forefinger on your chin.

before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours and when you realized it you pushed him away and tripped him so that he was on the ground below you.

you bent down and grabbed a handful of his shirt and got in his face. "what the fuck is wrong with you?! you can't just kiss someone like that- i have a boyfriend!" you slam him back down and walk away, evie following you.

you find yourself in her kitchen, which was void of people, sitting at the island on a barstool.

"you okay?" she rubs your arm. "i'm so sorry about him- he's always like that"

"why are you friends with him?" you counter and she sighs, sitting on the stool next to you.

"he acts all goody goody in front of my parents and blackmails me into inviting him to parties" she says and you look to her.

"that.. that's not right.." you shake your head and she smiles at you.

"it's okay. he's just annoying" she scoffs and you let out a laugh.

"yeah like who just kisses someone like that- i don't even know his name!" you laugh again. "oh my god casper is going to be so mad at me. "you mumble, putting your head in your hands.

evie rubs your back. "he's not, he'll understand" she starts. "do you want to come dance with me?"

~~~

a couple hours later- about 10:30- you were guzzling down all the drinks people were shoving in your face.

they were all cheering you on for not passing out considering you've probably drank the equivalent of a whole bottle of vodka of all the types of alcohol in the house.

you were just about to drink some more when evie approached you again.

"heyyyy y/n- how about we take a break-"

"but evie! i'm not a pussy!" you retort and she takes your wrist and drags you from the crowd.

"hey- why'd you do that..?" you manage to slur out.

"i think it's time for you to go home- but! i had fun! and you had fun and i'll invite you over again but i think it's passed your bedtime"

"i ain't got a bedtime-"

"yes you do, now are you okay to walk home?"

"yeah i got someone"

"...okay.. well i'll see you later okay?" she leads you to the door and you adjust your jacket.

"y-yeah" you stutter, then hiccup.

evie softly smiles at you before closing the door and khonshu appears behind you.

"you are not well" he says and you turn around slowly, and stumble down the stairs from evie's house.

"i'm fine- m' jus' tired all of a sudden" you close your eyes for a second and when you open them you're right in front of the door to the apartment.

"what.."

"i am a god. don't be stupid" khonshu says, walking through the wall into the apartment, and you try to do the same only to end up hitting your head on the door.

"fuck!" you shout, trying to get the key out of your pocket to unlock the door.

let's just say when you get inside, marc is giving you a really weird look as you try to lock the door again.

"did you have fun..?" he asks, getting up off the couch to approach you and you struggle to get your shoes off.

"yeahhh" you say, almost tripping off your shoes to go and hug marc, leaning all your weight against him.

he was surprised until he smelt a familiar aroma. he takes your face in his hands and sees how bloodshot they are.

"have you been drinking?" he asks and you nod.

"i had some apple juice" you start laughing.

marc looks down at you in shock. "you- you reek of alcohol" he tells you and you look back up at him.

"well b'cause i'm not a pussy" you explain and he sighs.

"dude she is drunk" jake points out.

"i think you mean wasted" steven corrects.

"hey i can hear you!" you yell at the mirror, seeing steven put his hands up in surrender.

"and i'm not drunk!"

"oh yeah? tell the time" marc argues.

you slowly turn to the digital clock on the oven. "i am not drunk!" you say to the clock and marc sighs tiredly.

marc takes both your shoulders and guides you to your room. "you stay here, i doubt you've eaten anything lately" he makes you sit down on your bed to go get pop tarts from the kitchen.

you sit and begin to not feel well, like as if you swallowed acid.

marc comes back and see you visibly turning pale- and rushes you to the bathroom.

right as you get there you empty your guts into the toilet- and it burns even worse coming back up than it did going down.

you threw up for almost a whole minute and once you were done you were a sobbing mess.

marc carefully wiped the puke from your bottom lip with a wet towel, and used a different one to place against your forehead.

"take it easy-"

"dad! i'm sorry! i- i was being called a pussy for not drinking an' i don't like being made fun of anymore for i drank a little bit!" you cry, and marc just picks you up and carries you to your bed, setting you down and adjusting the cold cloth on your forehead.

"it's okay, kid. we'll talk in the morning okay? we love you" he says, gesturing to the pop tarts and glass of water. "please drink some water, okay"

"goodnight darling"

"buenas noches, dulce niña"

~~~

you woke up twice in the middle of the night to throw up.

and both times your dads were there to calm you down and make you drink water so you didn't get a headache.

they brought you pedro and luna who cuddled with you, knowing somehow that you were sick and needed a pick me up.

and it was the dreaded morning now, where you woke up with a pounding, ear splitting headache.

you groan and squeeze your eyes shut, running your hand down your face only to open your eyes and see steven sitting at your windowsill reading a book.

"what.. what are you doing..?" you grumble, trying to adjust to the light.

steven closes his book and sets it down beside him. "care to tell us why you came home drunk?" he asks.

"i don't know.." you say quietly, still feeling some effects of the alcohol. "i just.. it happened so fast" you sit up and sway a bit where you sit.

steven looks at you expectingly and you look away from him. "look- i didn't know there were drinks there-"

"so why did you do it?" marc asks, deciding to front. "do you know what underage drinking can do to you? you could've been poisoned" he starts and you scoff.

"poisoned by a bunch of seniors?"

"don't get smart with me right now. we can't keep fighting y/n" he ends quietly.

"it's been months since our last argument, but i can't let this slide" he says, making you look over to him sadly. "please explain yourself. and don't lie, please"

you look over to marc before starting. "this guy.. he kept calling me a pussy so i only drank a little bit.. at first" you add at the end.

"and everyone started cheering- so i took that as a good thing- so i started chugging cups of.."

"cups of what?" jake asks from your mirror.

you shrug nervously and marc shakes his head.

"that's extremely dangerous, y/n. you're lucky there wasn't anything too toxic in it- you could've gotten very sick!" he shouts and you nod.

"i really regret it.... i really shouldn't have done it. i feel like shit right now" you tell them honestly and marc nods.

"we need you to promise anything like this won't happen again" marc says and you nod.

"i promise dad- i mean it" you look into his eyes as you promise.

he nods and helps you up off your bed to bring you into a hug. you hug marc back until you feel your stomach acting up again.

jake sensed something was wrong and fronted to rush you to the bathroom.

once you got there you knelt in front of the toilet and spilled your guts again.

jake watched in pity as you finished, flushed the toilet and sat back against the bathtub on the floor.

you looked up at jake. "i'm sorry papa.." you whispered, looking down at the floor after.

"just.. clean up the kitchen and scoop the litter box. that's all for now" he tells you, so you smile and stand up, hugging him before he gently pushes you back.

"brush your teeth first, puke breath"

"fuck you, papa"

~~~

and of course, all three of your dads were thinking about all the activities from last night even after the first time you were forced to go to bed.

the first time you woke up, it was to call casper. to tell him you were drunk and that somebody kissed you and you felt super bad- and you needed to make sure he still loved you.

he said yes even though you were crying so hard you were drooling all over yourself.

and then you got forced to go back to sleep.

and then when you woke up the second time, it was because you were hungry- no, starving.

you ate two packages of pop tarts and some black olives. you almost ate the raspberries before marc hurried in because he heard noise, and helped you as you threw up again.

you slept soundly throughout the rest of the night, and now back to the present.

you ate some plain toast on the couch next to steven and the cats, who were cuddling on the armrest to your right.

"you feeling any better?" steven asks and you nod.

"thank you" you start. "definitely never doing that shit again- i hate throwing up" you shiver at the thought.

"glad you learned your lesson" steven says, and you lean your head against his shoulder as you start to fall asleep again.

steven smiles down at you, turning the tv off so he could get some sleep as well.

a nice sleepy morning for all of you, without anything to worry about at the moment.

except the fact you got wasted the night before and threw up a bunch.

but you'll be okay.

you'll all be okay.

~~~

A/N : love you guys, and i know exactly how many chapters are left >:)

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One Fin wonder 5

A/n: flashbacks ☹

Welcome to one fin wonder! Enjoy :)

Series pairings: steven grant x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, jake lockley x teen!reader, layla el faouly x teen!reader (all platonic, reader is 14)

Content warning: blood, guts, panic attack, reader is a sour little shit about everything, mentions of parents absence and or death

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"No one is going to save you."

"Get up."

You heard an all too familiar voice, opening your eyes to see the source, you find it.

Your eyes you red, puffy, your arms bruised, tears streaming down you face.

"Get UP." The woman scolds.

You wanted to hit her, ohh how badly you wanted to hit her.

But you couldn't.

Your own mother?

What kind of monster of a child are you.

"are you listening to me?" the woman struts towards you.

You look around, grab the nearest thing to grab and-

glass shatters.

You look back up at the form.

It's not your mother.

But your bathroom mirror.

Your knuckles bloody from smashing it with your own fist.

The Crack was right in the center where you face would've been placed upon for you to look at your features and be reminded of the comments your mothers friends would give you.

"Oh you look just like her"

" Oh I can tell you'll look exactly like her when you're older"

"You look"

"Just"

"Like"

"Her."

You blinked once again just to find a figure infront of you, it looked like a mummy.

And it was walking towards you.

You're fists are balled up and you're sure he was gonna absolutely rock your shit if you did anything.

So you didn't.

You released your death grip on the thick tension, and stood still as the man came towards you.

He didn't do anything.

He didn't put his hands on you in anyways to inflict pain on you.

But you were crying.

Tears fell from your eyes as you asked the man.

"What...do you want."

He didn't respond

But.

You blinked.

And he was gone.

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You were at work today, making children happy and giving them their first ever fish and knowing their parents will come back in about a week to secretly replace it because their child did not care for it.

Fish are weird.

Wonder what they dream about...

Clock rang and as you knew it you were off.

Going home to eat pizza bagels and watch your trash TV on your phone.

Not much had changed since that night the man in white came to visit you.

But he has.

He's been keeping an eye on you.

Making sure you don't get into touble.

But why?

Why were YOU so special?

What had this fearfull world you call home had set in stone that something so dangerous could happen that a strange man had to watch over you?

You didn't know.

He sure as hell didn't.

But the two little menon his shoulders and the skeletal bird at his side had a job to do.

Protect the innocent of the night.

The fist of vengeance has duties they must take care of.

And he couldn't do it, unless he knew you were safe.

And you weren't.

Not here.

Not in this cruel world.

You were watching your trash show and fell asleep.

And you drempt about the man.

He saved you from your vile mother.

If only.

You woke up in a sweat.

The man.

The man was literally in your dreams, the one thing that you could use to escape the world.

Besides your phone.

Oh god what do you do.

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A/n: guys I'm so sorry it took so long omg, I just have school and work and all that shmaz.

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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

[letarasstuff]

"Your voice is so annoying, Spector"

(A/N): After noticing the lack of platonic fics for Moon Knight and the characters, I decided to write one of my own. I hope it's alright, I tried to stay close to what I have read and researched about DID, if there is just the bit of misrepresentation, I apologize and am ready to change any bit right away

It's a female reader!

Summary: Reader, who is a relative to Marc, is confusingly snappy towards everyone. How long takes it for them to realize, that the teenager is actually on her period? (Spoiler: Neither Marc nor Steven are able to figure it out, my two lovely dumbasses)

Warnings: Mentions of periods, cramps, reader's father has a name and is a petty criminal, but this are the only things I specified, tooth rotting fluff balancing some slight slight slight angst out, Steven and Marc being adorably dumb, cutest Layla stuff of all time

Wordcount: 2.4k

✨Masterlist✨

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Marc, Steven and the third party they still need to get acquainted with, feel like they get their days under control ever since they started working together. Switches happen more voluntarily, the communication in the system is somewhat organized and they slowly work through the trauma they endured. Layla stays at their side through all of it, never losing the love for her husband. Maybe even finding new love with the others, but this is something that needs to be addressed at a later point. Why?

At the moment their lives are more chaotic than originally anticipated. Marc’s cousin, a man he only trusts as far as he is able to throw him without the suit on, contacted him a few weeks ago, asking for a big favor.

See, Marc doesn’t trust him without a reason. It’s just an open secret in the family that he is a textbook petty criminal, everybody just chooses to ignore it when they cross paths with him at family gatherings.

“Marc, my friend, I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t necessary. But I can’t do it on my own at the moment. I swear, this arrangement isn’t a long term thing, one month tops. I just need time to sort some things out and everything goes back to normal and we can pretend that this never happened.” Exasperated, he sighs and throws a glance to Layla, who shrugs with her shoulders. It’s something between Marc and Joe.

He looks back at his cousin, who makes a pleading face. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he comes up with a decision. They are family after all. “Yeah, alright. Just let us clear some space in our apartment and you can come by tomorrow with her. But this better be a short term solution, Joe.”

This conversation happened three months ago. Ever since, his cousin's daughter, (Y/N), lives with him, Layla and Steven together. Marc has the sneaking suspicion that this situation will stay even longer like that.

See, it’s not that (Y/N) is a bad kid, it’s quite the contrary, really. For a 14 year old teenager she is the most behaved and best mannered person he came across with. It’s just with him being Konshu’s and Layla being Tawaret’s avatar, they practically drew a red cross on her back and made her a target for any of their enemies.

“Mate, we can’t let her go home.” The timid man tells him as he fed Gus. Through the reflection of the aquarium, he looks at Marc with supplient eyes. “You know as well as I, that Joe is a bloke. Sending her back at some point will be the wrong thing. Joe is crooked and dumb, a dumb criminal, who probably gives his real address to other criminals. (Y/N) would be in more danger with him than here with us.”

One night he talked to Steven about it.

While watching the flakes of fish food sink to the bottom of the aquarium, Marc mulls over the arguments Steven presented. “Do you think Joe had more reasons to trust her with us than simply being a new single father after the break up with her mother?” At that, Steven bites his lips. Of course he had thought about that. The possibility of more being behind this whole ordeal than an overwhelmed father already crossed his mind several times.

“I do. That’s why she needs to stay.” His voice is firm, validating Marc in their decision.

Just a few days after their conversation, Steven asks Layla to talk about that topic.

“Luv,” She smiles at his accent and lovely tone. “Yes, my dear?” Steven looks a bit disturbed at her attempt of an English accent, but continues his quest nevertheless.

“Marc and I talked about something a while ago and we wanted to know your opinion on that matter,” he nervously wrings his hands while getting out the words. Layla spins her desk chair towards him, indicating that her attention is on him. For self assurance Steven nods to himself before forming his next sentence. “We thought about asking (Y/N) to move in with us permanently. She would be safer here and especially teenagers need a constant in their life, you know while going through puberty, where everything changes, and it’s clear that the uncertainty of not knowing when Joe asks her to move back in with him is gnawing on her. We can give her the home she needs, but we don’t want to do anything without you on board and- bullocks. I’m rambling again, innit?”

With a smile, Layla nods. “You did, but I get your point. Actually, I thought about this for some time now too and came to the same decision as you. We can make this work right? Being the guardians to a teenager?” He gives her a hopeful nod, plunging into an explanation on why and how they’ll manage it.

The only thing they need to do is ask (Y/N), a task they decide Marc has the pleasure to do. After all, he is the one related to her. He already has a whole speech prepared, ready to fire it off the next day when he sees her in the kitchen. She stands patiently next to the kettle, waiting for it to get done with its job.

“Hey, (Y/N), there is something I want to talk about with you. Do you have a minute or two?” Marc asks after awkwardly clearing his throat. Without looking up from her intense stare on the kettle, she answers him with a tense “Make it quick”.

Her reaction takes him aback, not expecting this kind of a tone. Moved by it, Steven takes front and starts talking with a soft voice. “You alright, love? Is there something wrong?” The glance she throws into his direction could kill. “No, but thank you for crashing the conversation I had with Marc.” Scared by her cold demeanor, Steven leaves the front and Marc jumps back in.

“I’m sorry for that, I just want to ask you something. Maybe we want to sit down for it?” Annoyed, (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though she takes a seat at the dinner table. “So, as you know, you live with us for quite some time now, not that this is a bad thing. It’s not bad at all. On the contrary, Layla, Steven and I are happy to have you here. In fact, we feel like you live here for-”

Once again, the teenager sighs, effectively cutting Marc off. “I told you to make it quick. God, your voice can be so annoying. What’s even your deal, Spector?” She gets up from her seat and pours the water from the kettle into a hot water bottle. In his surprise by her sudden outburst, Marc completely oversees the fact that she doubles over slightly.

At his silence, (Y/N) continues her word attack. “What happened to the great Marc Spector? Cat got your tongue?” She sees another switch happen, assuming it’s going to be Steven, she leaves the kitchen. The smash of a closing door is heard, indicating that she is back in her room.

The man shudders, the switch being not super fluid or peasant feeling, and looks around with frantic eyes, as if he is trying to locate something. “Where is the- danger? Just the little girl..” He mumbles under his breath. “I’m here because you are scared of the girl?!” Annoyed, he gives the front back to Marc, letting himself melt back into the inner world.

As confused as he is about the last few seconds he is apparently missing, his priority is more with his teenager than the other situation. Knocking at the door, he is asking for entrance.

No way mate, she is bloody mad at us. We can be happy if she isn’t beheading us, Steven tries to consult him. He is the more empathic one, knowing when a situation needs to be left alone in order to be solved. But Marc isn’t having any of this. He wants to get to the root of this, and that rather yesterday.

“Go away!” His request is answered with another shout. “Come on, Bean. Let us talk.” Marc’s patient is wearing thin. He just wants to ask her to stay with them permanently, what is so difficult about that?

“NO! You are not my dad!” “I might as well be, so please let me in and talk about all of this!” A hand on his shoulder startles him. Layla has come back from grocery shopping, finding her husband in an argument, where he is definitely losing.

She meets his desperate look with a light headshake. “Don’t” she tells him softly, knowing exactly that he is about to say more. Digging himself a deeper grave than necessary. Yeah, this pretty much sums Marc Spector up.

“Give her some space. Then let me talk to her. You know, when a woman thinks men are stupid, a man can’t fix that problem. Take a walk and let me solve it”, she gives him a small smile, tucking some of his looks out of his face. Marc leans into her touch, before letting Steven take front. “Thank you, darling. I tried to get him to leave her alone for some time now. He is a stubborn one, isn’t he?”

For a few seconds Steven lingers, savoring her touch. Then he announces to get started on his “mean beans and chips”. Between the two, Steven is usually the one who cooks. When Layla isn’t available and Marc fronting, it’s more the frozen pizza or “sammiches” in good old Chicago style kind of diet for him and (Y/N).

“(Y/N),” Layla softly calls for her after knocking, “May I come in?” A sniffle followed by a small “You may” is heard.

Upon opening the door, she finds their entrusted teenager curled in a ball crying on her bed. Layla is immediately by her side, putting her head in her lap and runs her hand over her hair in a soothing manner. “Oh Honey, what happened? Do I need to hurt Marc? Did he make you cry? I’m ready to skin him for you.” But all the more or less light hearted threats are not able to lessen her cries.

“D-do you think Gus feels lonely when I’m at s-school and you two are out. I mean, I wou-would be.” Sobs break through (Y/N)’s sentences. “Oh Honey, I don’t think he is lonely. But we can get him a friend. I’m sure Steven will be over the moon. You can name his friend, if you’d like.” Layla pulls her into a hug, rocking both of them forth and back until the sobs are dying down.

The teenager wipes her tears away, attempting to give Layla a smile. “Can we call the other fish Augusta? Gusta for short maybe?” “Of course, we set this on tomorrow’s to-do-list, maybe we even find some new cool decorations and plants for the aquarium.” (Y/N) nods, feeling a bit better already.

“I didn’t want to scream at Marc and Steven. I just- It’s- I got really bad cramps and I only wanted to get back under my blanket and die,” she tries to explain her actions. Layla pulls her close again. “Oh Honey, they’ll understand, I gave them both the period talk already. There is nothing to be ashamed or scared of. It’s natural, as dumb and unnerving this may sound.” She tells her softly. The kind spoken words move (Y/N) to the kitchen, giving her a boost of confidence to face the men she wronged.

“Steven?” He looks up from the pot of beans and spots a shy (Y/N), who nervously plays with the sleeves of her shirt, standing at the door frame. “Yes my luv?” She takes a deep breath, setting her eyes on the pot on the stove. “I apologize for how I talked to you earlier. I didn’t want to be mean, even though I know I was. It’s not a good reason, but I just got my period and the cramps were bad earlier and it all was just so frustrating that, that-” “That you needed to take it all out and I was the closest punching bag, wasn’t I?” He asks her with an understanding smile. At that, she releases a breath she held, scared of his reaction.

“Yes, I guess. I’m sorry for that, I need to work on regulating my emotions.” Unexpectedly Steven engulfs her in a hug, pulling her impossibly close to himself. “No need to work on these emotions, luv. You have every right to be pissed, and if it’s me, who is the closest, I’m gladly your scapegoat,” He reassures her. (Y/N) grips the back of his shirt tight, relishing the embrace.

“Did Marc hear that?” As an answer she feels how the grip on her changes, nearly clasping at her. “I did, Bean.” She nods into his shirt, taking another deep breath. “I’m sorry, your voice isn’t annoying. It isn’t at all annoying, it can be really calming. But I just was so mad at everyone and the world. This whole situation- it’s just wearing me down. The unknown- I really hate that.”

Marc understands right away what situation (Y/N) is implying. “Oh right, this is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Steven, Layla and I wanted to ask you to move in with us permanently. Of course, the decision is all yours, but we would be really happy if you say-” “Yes! Yes, I wanna stay with you.”

A whole lot of crying and hugging ensues and somehow (Y/N) finds herself in the middle of a group hug between Layla and Marc.

Which eventually has to be broken up, because Steven’s cooking alarms the smoke detector, ending in a chaotic mess of trying to get the smoke out of the kitchen, switching off the alarm and somewhat saving the pot.

Not long after this the three of them sit on the couch, a pizza carton in each of their laps, watching some stupid and inaccurate documentary about the Egyptian Gods. And the world is ok for a little bit.

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Two

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Two: In the Flat

Summary: (Y/N) goes to Steven Grant's flat in search of the scarab.

            “You must retrieve the scarab.”

            Ma’at’s voice spoke directly into (Y/N)’s head as they sat on the bus out of the alps. (Y/N) pulled their phone and headphones out of their pocket. They slipped the earbuds in and pretended to be on a call.

            “Harrow doesn’t have it. Marc does,” said (Y/N).

            “Marc?”

            “Khonshu’s Avatar.”

            “I do not trust Khonshu to keep the scarab protected.”

            “I can’t fight his Avatar for it.” That wouldn’t end well for (Y/N) at all, even if Marc claimed not to hurt kids.

            “No,” Ma’at agreed. “But Harrow knows Khonshu and his avatar. The scarab isn’t safe there.”

            That was true. That meant Harrow could track Marc or Steven down and put the scarab in danger.

            “Right,” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

            They couldn’t let Harrow get to Ammit. They couldn’t let him harm people. They couldn’t let him find the scarab.

            They opened their phone and went to the search bar. Sorry, Steven Grant of the gift shop. I need to figure out where you live.

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            (Y/N) liked London roofs. They were very easy to sneak around on. (Y/N) was using that precise feature when they arrived at Steven Grant’s apartment. The poor, oblivious man left the window unlocked. (Y/N) opened it easily and slipped inside.

            The entire room was covered in books—lots of Egyptian mythology, coincidentally—and filled with places to hide things. The moment before they could start looking, though, the lock clicked.

            Shit.

            (Y/N) darted to the side and dove under a table. Most of the sides were blocked by various knickknacks and stacks of books, so, hopefully, this would keep them hidden for as long as possible.

            “She shouldn’t be here.”

            (Y/N) frowned when they heard Marc’s voice. They peered out from between the books and saw a girl and Steven? Marc? No, it was Steven. The way he glanced at his reflection in the aquarium glass was too evident.

            Oh.

            Just like (Y/N) could hear the truth of the deities walking among the people of Earth, it seemed they could hear the truth of Steven and Marc’s mind. Weird, certainly, but (Y/N) was the avatar of the goddess of truth. Half the population of Earth had been wiped out for five years before being returned. This was pretty minor in the grand scale of things.

            “Get her out of here, Steven. You’re way out of your depth,” said Marc.

            “Uh, is this your flat, Marc?” said the woman.

            “Um, I’m Steven,” said Steven.

            “Are you living here with someone else?” asked the woman, staring at the cuffs on the bed.

            “No, no, no,” said Steven.

            “Okay, so you guys are talking again?” said the woman.

            Steven nodded, clearly having no idea what he was talking about.

            The woman picked up a book. “Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?”

            “Yep,” said Steven. He cleared his throat and spoke one of the poems in French. “I am sad, I want my light put out.”

            “Summers in your absence are as dark as a room,” finished the woman and Steven together.

            This is extremely awkward and weird, thought (Y/N), really wishing they knew where the scarab was so they could take it and leave.

            “She’s my favorite poet,” said Steven.

            “Um, no, she’s my favorite,” said the woman, frowning.

            And they’re both being honest, thought (Y/N)

            “That’s mental,” said Steven.

            The woman frowned and crossed to the desk (Y/N) was hiding under.

            Shit, shit, shit.

            “So you’re learning French and hieroglyphics?” said the woman.

            “Yeah, well, that’s not that impressive, really,” said Steven. “It’s not like hieroglyphs are a whole language. It’s more like an—”

            “An alphabet,” finished the woman.

            “Yeah, and well, you still have to know ancient Egyptian to read it,” said Steven.

            “Sure,” said the woman, humoring him but clearly irritated.

            (Y/N) was really, really not enjoying this.

            “For example, like this one here, right?” said Steven.

            “Funeral rites,” said the woman.

            “Well, someone knows their unilaterals. You,” said Steven, attempting to tease and stumbling over it terribly. “That’s amazing.”

            “Yeah…” The woman stared at Steven.

            “Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a creepy way,” said Steven.

            “No, I’m sorry. I’m not buying this, Marc,” said the woman. “Use whatever accent you want. Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.” She strolled over to the duffel bag and backpack they’d put down. “You sent these papers, but you never signed them.”

            (Y/N) peeked out from beneath the desk. The backpack is hers—the woman was going through it with a sense of ownership—so that duffel bag… (Y/N) looked at it. A part of them—their gut, almost never wrong—told them it was Marc’s. The woman thinking Steven was Marc, knowing him, and bringing him back to his (Steven’s) flat supported that. Which means Marc probably hid the scarab in there.

            “Did I? Uh…” Steven trailed off as he looked at the papers.

            “This is what you wanted,” said the woman. “After everything, you told me that we needed to move on.”

            I think Steven is dealing with Marc’s marital issues…

            “Divorce…?” said Steven.

            “Yeah, we doing this or not?” said the woman.

            “I would never divorce you,” said Steven.

            Yeah, but you aren’t Marc, thought (Y/N). They pushed that out of their mind and focused. They needed to get over to the duffel bag.

            Luckily, marital disputes made for good distractions, so while the woman and Steven spoke, (Y/N) moved from their hiding spot to behind the large bookcase.

            “Marc, what are you doing?” said the woman, sighing tiredly.

            “Look, you seem absolutely lovely,” said Steven.

            (Y/N) looked between them and the duffel bag. So close.

            “This Marc, on the other hand, is a right twit. Yeah?” said Steven.

            Marc scoffed in the mirror.

            Damn, he’s going to see me. (Y/N) frowned. But unless he has control of the body, Steeven isn’t that much of a threat. The woman is an unknown, but if I’m fast enough, I’ll be on the roofs in a moment.

            Steven took a step back and sighed. “I don’t know how to explain what’s been happening.”

            “Steven,” said Marc in warning.

            He’s also distracted, realized (Y/N).

            They felt bad taking advantage of emotional distress—they’re felt enough of it themself—but they needed the scarab so that Harrow wouldn’t know where to find it.

            “I don’t expect you to believe me,” said Steven, basically pacing.

            “Steven, listen to me,” said Marc.

            “I honestly don’t really believe myself,” said Steven.

            (Y/N) slipped towards the table.

            “All I can do is try to show you what I found.”

            “Steven, don’t, listen to me,” begged Marc.

            “I found a bag of stuff,” said Steven.

            “Don’t you dare. You’re gonna get her killed, you hear me?” said Marc.

            “What’s in it?” said the woman.

            “Don’t say anything,” said Marc.

            Steven couldn’t even look back at the woman, he was so nervous.

            “If you show Layla that scarab, then you’re when they come after her,” said Marc.

            “What’s in it?” repeated Layla.

            “Nothing,” said Steven, keeping his face turned from her.

            “I’ll just look for myself.”

            “Wait, no,” said Steven, panicked, and he turned to grab Layla as she turned to head towards the bag.

            Steven froze. Layla froze. (Y/N) froze.

            “…Hi.” (Y/N) held the scarab tightly.

            “You?!” said Steven, eyes wide.

            “You!” said Marc.

            “Who?” said Layla.

            “Y-You were there—in the village! You were in the van,” said Steven

            “Is that the scarab pointing to Ammit’s ushabti?” said Layla, narrowing her eyes.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N), moving towards the window slowly.

            “Steven, you can’t let them take that. I have to keep it safe,” said Marc.

            (Y/N) glanced at him, but Layla moved between them and the window before anything else could happen.

            “Marc and I fought side-by-side for that,” said Layla. “I’m not letting you take it, even if he’s trying to do a whole one-man-show thing and keep it to himself.”

            (Y/N) liked her spirit, but they had a job to do. “Sorry, but I need to keep this safe, and I don’t think it is with…Marc.”

            The woman glanced at Steven.

            “I don’t want it!” he said, raising his hands. He was exhausted with it all. “I don’t want it! I swear. Either one of you can have it! I am not Marc Spector, and I want nothing to do with this! I’m just Steven Grant, and I used to work in a gift shop. All I want to is to get help because I’m in trouble.”

            (Y/N) felt bad for him. Unlike Marc, he had clearly not been previously aware of the alter, and discovering that and all of the Egyptian-deity stuff was a lot.

            “…Fine,” said Layla. “I believe you.” She looked at (Y/N). “But I’m sorry, I can’t let you walk away, either. I need to know it’s safe.”

            “We all want the same thing,” said (Y/N), holding the scarab closer. “But I—I have a duty to justice. I can’t leave this here.”

            “Steven, take it from them, just take it, it’s dangerous, and Harrow will come and become their problem as well as mine,” said Marc.

            A knock sounded at the door.

            Everyone fell silent and stared at it.

            “Steven Grant? Can we have a word?” said a woman’s voice.

            “See? They’ve come for me,” said Steven.

            “Why?” said Layla.

            “I vandalized the toilet…” said Steven.

            The knocking continued.

            Steven cleared his throat. “Yeah, just a minute.” He crept towards it and opened it a crack. “Yeah?”

            “DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here,” said the woman, showing her ID.

            Truth. Even though (Y/N) was certain they were telling the truth, they took a wary step away from the door. They still didn’t trust the scenario. This felt too much like Harrow interceding with his many connections.

            “Yeah, one second.”

            Layla ran for the window, and (Y/N) went with her after slipping the scarab into their pocket.

            “Yeah, sorry, I’m having a bit of a day,” said Steven.

            “Mind if we come in, Mr. Grant?” Kennedy didn’t wait for an answer. “Appreciate it.” She pushed in.

            (Y/N) didn’t have a chance to escape with Layla and was left in Kennedy and Fitzgerald’s lines of sight.

            Oh, no.

            For the first time in their life, (Y/N) was caught.

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[book-place]

To the Moon and Back

Part 2 -> Meet Fatherhood

Warnings: moon knight episode 5 and 6 spoilers!!!, cursing (?), character death, violence, implied child abandonment, weapons, adoption, all Arabic comes from google translate, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x daughter reader, Layla El Faouly x daughter reader, little bit of Steven Grant x reader platonic

Request: I got a platonic mk x reader request!!! How about Marc x avatar reader where the reader was like Marc and Layla's adopted kid from the Philippines where they met during one of Marc's mercenary missions. After Marc left to persue harrow the reader becomes mayari's avatar (goddess of the moon in the Philippines) and reunites with him after joining Layla to Egypt (after much persistince to go). Make it as angsty as you want or not....

(I hope this is what you were looking for! I changed it a bit- sorry. Also, I’m not familiar with Mayari so I did the best I could and did a little bit of research)

Request by: @queenotaku23

*not my gif*

Summary: For the longest time it had just been the three of you, your little family. But then one day changes that forever

A/N: Second Moon Knight request!! Hope you enjoy :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

As the shot rang out through the vast room, all you could do was stand frozen in shock and horror as your blood ran colder than the moon.

The sound was deafening, but you could still hear everything. The grunt of a man. The sound of splashing as a body hit the water. The sound of heavy breathing. But above all, your own heartbeat that rang above all the other sounds. Louder. Clearer.

You barely registered as your mothers sobbing form took you into her arms, pulling you to her chest so that she could try and comfort you.

But no tears fell out of your eyes, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. Any of it.

Your father couldn’t be dead. Your strong, brave father, Marc Spector.

Or your other father, the kind and gentle one, Steven Grant. The one that you had only met a few days ago, but formed a deep attachment with nonetheless.

How had this happened? Just moments ago you were running through the halls of the tomb, more than certain that you and your family would beat Arthur Harrow to Ammit, then all of you could finally find peace.

Then the next thing you knew, you heard your mothers outraged screaming and then your fathers deep and calm-even in the middle of a crisis, but still partially desperate- voice trying to coax her away from the room.

Then you had run in, just in time for Marc to gently push you towards your mother, telling her to take care of you, barely having time to give you a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before ushering you and Layla out of sight.

He had been so prepared to fight to the death for the two of you. Make sure that you guys got out of there okay, and it ended up being the last thing he would ever do.

It was a battle that he had lost.

Marc had found you eleven years earlier on one of his mercenary missions and back then you were just a young, four year old, child who had no family and nobody to turn to for help.

Without knowing it, you immediately captured the normally cold man’s heart and he took you under his wing right away, giving you a place to stay and food to eat.

That was before Layla had come along, and when she did, you looked up to her almost right away and she quickly began loving you like a daughter.

It wasn’t perfect, but you guys were quick to make a small family of each other. A family that loved one another, no matter what.

It was as if you were watching from a far as Layla gently took you by the shoulders and kissed the crown of your head, trying to silence her soft sobs the best she could.

You just looked up at her with a pale face and wide eyes, mouth dropped slightly open.

Then without warning, or meaning to, you harshly pushed away from her and sprinted to where your father had been standing just a moment before.

Ignoring her whisper shouts for you to come back, you made a beeline to the water right behind the sarcophagus, and when you saw what was there, your knees gave out from underneath you in sheer horror.

Marc’s body lay there, half in, and half out of the water, his eyes closed, and half open mouth still. Not a muscle in his body moved.

A sob escaped your lips for the first time, now that you were looking at him, “Dad,” you shook him a little, as if trying to wake him up, “Come on, dad, please. Dad!”

Your mother quickly came up from behind you and caught you just before you collapsed again, and began shushing you even though she too was crying.

The salty tears streamed down your face, one after another, like an endless waterfall of sorrow.

After a moment, Layla gently tapped your shoulder to let you know that she was going to let go, and moved towards her husband with a shaky figure.

Once she took a long breath, she gently pushed Marc into the water, as if afraid he were made of glass.

Your sobbing continued, but did quiet down a bit when you came to your senses and realized that Harrow was still most likely in one of the mazes of halls somewhere and might still hear you.

You watched as Layla slowly stood up and then helped you up as well, “Come on,” she whispered tearfully, “We have to go.”

You couldn’t even give him a proper funeral.

With that you went back to your barely-registering-anything-state, and allowed your mother to lead you out of the tomb without complaint.

Not a word was passed between either of you as you got into a cab that brought you guys back to your hotel room.

It was only once you got into the room that she finally spoke up, “I’m going to go out for a while, sweetie. I need you to stay here.”

On a normal day, you would’ve fought against her and insisted that you go where she was going. Because on a normal day you would’ve known her, and you would’ve known where she was going. To face Arthur Harrow, alone.

But you didn’t have the energy to think or comprehend what she had said to you as you numbly nodded.

She quickly bent down to your height as you sat on the bed, staring at the floor, and she moved her face so that you were looking at her, “I need you to promise me that you will stay in this room. No matter what.”

Again you just nodded, but when she gave you a slightly stern look, you mumbled, “I promise.”

She seemed to visibly relax when hearing that, “Thank you, sweetie.”

Giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, and grabbing a couple of things, she scurried out of the room, making sure that the door locked behind her.

She was only okay with leaving you alone because she knew that Arthur and his followers would be somewhere looking for Ammit, meaning she could keep them as far away from you as possible.

That and there was plenty of food in the mini fridge for you to last a few days.

You sat in the same spot that she had left you for hours, staring blankly at the spot on the peeling beige colored wall.

Then suddenly, without warning, it was if a gust of wind had just blown through the room at full force and brought a huge dust patch with it, but the widows weren’t even open.

Your wide eyes traveled over to where Khonshu then stood in the place that the dust patch and been, and though you had never actually seen him, you knew enough Egyptology to know who he was.

“Little Spector.” The god greeted.

“What do you want?” Your voice came out hollow, as if you were done with everything and everyone.

“I need your help, you need to become my avatar.” The bird replied, his tone impatient and restless.

You scoffed, “And why would I ever do that?”

“Because the world is in danger.” He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I think enough Spectors have been taken from the world today because of you and your stupid war.” Anger suddenly replaced that emptiness that you had been feeling all afternoon.

“Your mother is in danger.”

This made you pause where you were, halfway standing up as you were ready to match over and yell at the skeleton looking bird.

He could see that he had gotten you to pause and took that to his advantage, “An avatar is needed so that Ammit and Harrow can be stopped.” He insisted.

“I will not be your avatar.” You made sure to make yourself clear as you made up your mind, “But I will be someone else’s avatar. Anybody else, I don’t care. As long as it’s not you.” You spat out the last word like venom.

Khonshu paused, studying you for a moment, “You are brave, Little Spector… I know the perfect goddess for you to host.”

With that the dust and wind appeared again but gone as soon as it came without a trace, leaving you to wonder if any of that had really just happened.

“Y/n Spector.” A smooth and melodic voice suddenly rang out in your head after a moment, “I am Mayari, goddess of the moon and ruler of the night.”

The name rang a bell to you, when your mother had taught you years ago about Philippine mythology. You were originally from the Philippines before Marc found you, and Layla found it very important to teach you about the culture of where you came from. And you had always really appreciated that.

“Khonshu has informed me of the situation,” she continued, “And if what he says is true, then I need your help just as much as you need mine. So, do you, Y/n Spector, swear to withhold the legacy of the moon, and promise to keep the stars shining bright?”

You hesitated, knowing what being an avatar had done to your father and Steven, but then their cold, dead body flashed through your mind, and your mothers sobbing face, and you hesitated no longer, “I do.”

With that, you felt a wind around you, not a harsh and cold one like when Khonshu had entered the room, but a slow and refreshing one.

It swept around you like you were at the center of a tornado, and when it stopped, you no longer stood in your busted up hiking boots and ratty old t-shirt and jeans.

You then stood in a flowing blue and purple one piece jumpsuit that had a golden sword sheathed at the side of your right leg.

The material against your skin was smooth and durable, which let you know that it would be easy to fight in.

How does it feel?

Mayari’s voice sung through your head, making you jump slightly.

“Uh-g-good… it feels good.” You quickly got over your initial shock when you remembered the reason you were there in the first place.

Good, now let’s not waste anymore time. Shall we?

“Shall we what-“ You cut yourself off with a small yelp as you felt your feet being lifted off the ground, “What the- Hey! What’s happening?” You fumbled around, trying to grab onto something while trying to stay balanced so you didn’t hit your head.

You heard her chuckle a little.

I’m a goddess, flying just so happens to be a perk.

You swallowed hard, “Right, yeah, of course.”

You heard her laugh again before you started moving forward while still in the air.

Now hang on.

-•-

Next thing you knew, you were zooming through the skys, over the city buildings of Cairo on your way to where you could only assume the fight was taking place.

In the distance you saw a very large crocodile and dead looking bird fighting near some pyramids, and you didn’t even have to think to know that it was Ammit and Khonshu, who must’ve tricked some other poor soul into being his avatar for him.

It looked weird enough to you, who knew about avatars and everything, so you could only imagine what it looked like to the rest of the world.

Are you ready for this?

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You mumbled, clearly unsure of yourself.

You’ll do great, and I’ll be here the whole time if you need anything.

You allowed her to bring you closer and closer to the ground until your feet hit the pavement, and you stumbled a little while trying to regain your balance.

Taking a moment, you took in your surroundings to see what you were dealing with.

People where running around in complete chaos, with windows broken, cars flipped, and buildings on fire.

You saw a flash of purple out of the corner of your eye and quickly whipped around to see Aurthur pointing his staff at a mother, father, and daughter who all sat huddled in a bunch.

The parents were obviously trying to shield the screaming child from whatever the strange man was about to do to them while gripping onto each other tightly for comfort.

It was as if your brain switched off and was replaced with that of a warrior, which you later knew you could thank Mayari for.

You quickly unsheathed your sword and sprinted over to the group as fast as your feet would carry you, before jumping right in front of them just in time for Harrow to shoot out a beam of violet light.

His eyes widened in surprise as your golden sword caught the blast midair and sent it right back at him, sending him flying backwards a few feet before his head hit the pavement.

Only partially listening to Mayari’s words of praise, you turned back to the family after reshething your sword, “هل أنتم بخير؟” You asked hurriedly.

(Are you all okay?)

“أنت بطل خارقة!”

(You’re a superhero)

The little girl gasped in awe, staring at you with wide and adoring eyes, and all you could do was smile at her softly.

You took the next moment to reassure the parents that everything was fine as they sobbed and thanked you over and over again.

Once you saw them hurry away, you turned back to the spot Harrow was in, only to find him and his staff gone.

You cursed quietly before running through the streets, helping people along the way, and listening to your goddesses advice whenever she had any words of wisdom.

Just as you were helping an old lady out of a car, you heard your name being called in disbelief above all the other noises that the city had to offer that night.

You whipped around and froze in your place, suddenly feeling like you were back in that tomb.

Marc Spector pushed his way through the crowds as he came running as fast as he could towards you.

I thought Khonshu said he was dead?

You ignored Mayari’s curious voice, unable to comprehend it or anything else other than your father at that moment.

“D-dad?” You whispered out in disbelief.

“Oh, honey.” You could hear the relief in his voice as he quickly pulled you into his chest.

You gripped the back of his suit tightly, as if afraid if you let go then he would disappear once again.

For a long moment, the two of you rocked back and forth, him comforting you lovingly as you sobbed into his chest.

“The bullets- I saw- you were-“ you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

He shushed you once again, “It’s okay, I’ll explain everything later. I promise.”

You were grateful that Mayari gave you two a moment together without her interrupting you or your father.

Gently, he pulled away but still held onto your shoulders, keeping you at arms distance as he studied you and your outfit, “What is this?”

You could tell by the way his eyes flooded with panic and horror that he already knew the answer, though.

“Dad-“

“No, no, no.” Marc shook his head in disbelief, dropping it down in defeat, “First your mother, and now you.”

You felt your heart drop, “Mom?”

He nodded painfully, “Layla became an avatar for Taweret.”

Before you could question him further though, his suit quickly changed into a very different one. One that you knew to be Stevens outfit.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you’re Mayari’s avatar!” He gushed, “That’s so bloody cool! Oh poor old Marc had no idea who’s avatar you were, but I could tell from one glance that-“

He was cut off by you throwing yourself into his arms, “I’m so glad you’re okay, too.” You whispered into his ear.

After a moment, the two of you pulled away at the sound of the screaming of your name from nearby.

You and Steven both turned to see Layla angrily stomping towards the two of you, wearing an outfit you can only assume Taweret gave her.

“Yeah, no thanks.” Steven said, “You can handle this one, mate.”

And with that, his suit disappeared and was quickly replaced by Marc’s, “What- no, Steven! Hey!” He stuttered out, quickly stopping at his wife’s deadly glare.

“What are you doing here?” She seethed, glaring down at you, “You promised to stay in the hotel room! And what are you wear-“

She cut herself off with wide eyes, realizing what was happening.

“Oh no, honey. Why would you do that?” Her voice had softened slightly and she was referring to you becoming an avatar.

“You needed help.” You mumbled, looking at the ground with slight guilt, “If it makes you feel any better, it’s the goddess-“

“Mayari.” She finished in awe, “The one I used to tell you stories about.”

Aww, you used to listen to stories about little old me?

Your goddess teased you playfully.

Marc on the other hand, huffed and crossed his arms, “Why did everybody know who it was right away, but me?”

Before any of you could respond, you were all cut off with a shout coming from a couple feet away from all of you.

You all whipped around to see one of Arthur's followers charging at you with a gun, and Layla immediately pushed you behind her and put her wrists up, deflecting all of the bullets with her cuffs.

Marc then took action and quickly ran out from behind her and kicked the man in the face, making him drop to the ground.

Then Ammit’s followers were all around you.

All three of you fought back, trying your best to defend one another while trying to stay alive.

You unsheathed your sword and quickly got to work fending off the woman nearest to you while Mayari gave you helpful tips.

You noticed with glee that your parents both glanced at you every now and then in pride at seeing you handle your own.

But there were only three of you. Avatars or not.

You were all quickly outnumbered, and next thing you knew you were backed up against a wall, fighting the best you still could in your situation.

You glanced to the side to see your mother pinned up against a side of a car while your father glanced worriedly at the two of you and Aurthur was shouting something you couldn’t hear at him.

You knew they could handle themselves so you focused back on your own fight and after a few minute struggle, they were all down and you were no longer surrounded.

Turning back to see if your parents needed help, your eyes widened in shock at what you saw.

There were bodies of Harrow and Ammits followers scattered all over the place, and your parents stood above them looking around in confusion.

“That wasn’t you, Steven?” You heard your father ask in slight horror, but you knew he didn’t even have to ask. Of course it wasn’t kind, lovable Steven.

“Dad?” You called out hesitantly.

He quickly turned to face you, scanning you for any injuries, “Yeah?”

“What the hell was that?” Layla voiced your thoughts.

“I-I don’t know.” He admitted, “I blacked out.” He glanced between the two of you, “Are you two okay?”

You both nodded and he sighed in relief. And though you were all in the middle of the biggest fight of your lives, you all couldn’t help but be grateful.

Because you had each other, your little family. Just like it always had been.

[jupitersmoon167]

My obsession of Moon Knight is starting to take over my creative thought process. I just came up with the idea of a Moon Knight x teen!reader where the reader is the daughter of Marc/Steven (with Jake being more like an uncle figure towards the reader) and Layla. But here’s the kicker: she’s from another dimension where her parents are dead and has taken up the mantle of Moon Knight after her fathers passing.

In my delusional state (I’ve been bedridden with a massive migraine for the past few hours unable to fall asleep), I’ve come up with a plot where America Chavez winds up in the readers dimension (where Marc/Steven/Jake and Layla were both snapped, but never returned cause the avengers never got the stones back, leaving the reader on her own), and the reader decides to join America and protect her from multiversal threats coming to take her power. This all leads to Multiverse of Madness, and after the events of the movie, the reader stays on Earth 616 since she has no one to go back to on her own Earth.

I’d imagine this would take place after Season 1 of Moon Knight, so Jake is Khonshu’s avatar without Marc/Steven knowing. So when Khonshu (of Earth 616) senses another avatar of his, he sends Jake to investigate and to dispose of the “imposter” (when in reality it’s the reader with her own Khonshu (who btw is very protective of her and has become a surrogate parent of sorts to her since her parents were blipped)).

This leads to them fighting, they’re both trading killing blows (which don’t work cause they’re both healing from the suits), and the reader doesn’t know who exactly she’s fighting (other than it’s this Earth’s Moon Knight) until the last second when she recognizes Jake’s voice. And in a moment of disbelief, she whispers “Tío Jake?”

And then…….yeah that’s all I got. There’s bits and pieces after this, but I think I’ve shared enough for one post. Might share more later (who am I kidding, of course I am, I have no self restraint whatsoever).

Edit: I finally made the character sheet for Elina Spector for those who want to see it

[welovelouisandbucky]

Masterlist of Faith

(temporarily on hold)

Summary: reader is a single teen mom who lives on her own with her kid. One night her kid went missing and then she found her with their weird neighbor, Steven.

• Teaser

• Chapter one

• Chapter two

• Chapter three

• Chapter four

Chapters soon to be added