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mrsaguapapi · 11 months ago

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Chapter 18

My Sunshine

The Vibe:

Corinne Bailey Rae 11. Seasons Change

"Wanda is dead. I saw her die" Stranges says pacing away in his office. Looking absolutely ridiculous with his lounge clothes and a cloak.

"She's alive Stephen." I say exasperated

"Okay, I'll play. Let's say she's alive, which she's not. Why of all people would you go to her?" he gestures to himself, "I can help you."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my memories thank you very much." I scoff at him, "I don't have time to bring you up to speed, I need to speak with her, and considering with what happened in Westview and your little multiverse incident, I don't know where her head is at mentally. All I'm asking is that you watch my back and be on standby" I plead

"Look I want to help you but that last thing we need is to instigate another fight with Wanda Maximoff, IF, she's even alive," Strange says. "If she's alive, I theorize she won't be happy seeing me, so no, I'm not going with you," I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to walk out, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you," he says stopping me in my place

"Okay well, Stephen can you just spit it out some of us have shit to do," I say holding my hands out annoyed

He rolls his eyes and pulls out a display and uncovers it revealing a floating crystal ball, "This is the Orb of Agamotto. This allows me to monitor the universe and other surrounding dimensions. With the ability to 'Livestream' other planets and pinpoint magic users anywhere, except for those with the power to block its view. I can use this to watch you from a distance and if anything goes wrong, I'll portal to you and help"

I take a moment to think about it, "Fine, you have a deal" I say holding out my hand to him

He shakes my hand and smiles, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Ugh and you ruined it," I say, dropping my hand, rolling my eyes, and grabbing my sling ring, "For the record, I never really blamed you, and neither does Peter. You just happen to have an annoying face and that I can't forgive" I laugh to myself," Give me your phone" I say to Strange. He hands me his phone and I put my number in it and call myself so I have his number, "When I get there I'll call you and have you in my ear." I say putting an airpod in and giving back his phone. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and exhale allowing myself to relax before opening a portal to the shuffling streets of Sokovia.

I step through turning to look at Strange, "If she's alive and as powerful as before she could easily sever my connection. Just keep that in mind." He warns. I nod my head and close the portal.

"Okay let's get this show on the road," I say to myself walking the down the city streets

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After getting some food and thinking about the next approach I decided instead of using a locator spell and exposing her safe space, I figure I'll summon her to me. So I picked the most public place I could think of.

A playground

Sitting on the bench watching the children play, I say in my head, "Wanda, I need your help" I call out to her making sure my intention is clear and that I mean no harm, "That should do the trick" I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to call Strange, "Hey, she'll be here any minute. Can you see me?"

"You chose to bring 'The Scarlet Witch' to a playground?"

"She won't hurt the children," I say

"I once thought that too until she tried to murder America Chavez in front of me" he quips

"Yea well this time will be different Stephen," I say annoyed "Have a little hope will ya?"

He sighs, "You never told me why you need her specifically."

"I was told by my dead mother to go to her directly. She didn't say why, but I trust her judgment. Wanda may also have some info on someone else I'm looking for." I say rather quickly and annoyed

"So the short answer is you don't know," he says

"I've been on the phone with you for 2 mins and I already want to kick your ass," I say making us both laugh

"What's so funny?" I hear someone say near me, causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. It was Wanda sitting next to me in civilian clothes with her hair dripping wet.

"Good lord girl. You don't have to be so creepy" I say clutching my fake pearls

"You started It. I heard your little whispers in my ear while I was in the shower. I thought you had the drop on me." she laughs under her breath, "So why are you here? Don't you know I'm 'dead'? I'm sure Stephen told you. Right Stephen?" She asks a little louder

She knows

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" Wanda Asks

"Millie she's blocking me, I can't see you anymore," Stephen says in my ear, "I'm coming to you"

"Hold off Stephen," I say out loud, "It's okay" I pause looking at Wanda with a small smile, "Do you blame me? If I didn't come with some sort of backup, I'd be pretty dumb don't ya think?"

She looks at me for a while like she was searching for something in my face eventually looking away and letting out a large exhale, "I have been a real witch lately" she says causing me to laugh, "You said you needed my help and I could really use a distraction right now, so what can I do for you?"

"Hey, Stephen you still there?" I ask

"I'm still here. You still alive?" He asks

"Yep. I'm gonna let you go, I'm okay" I say to him

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll text you later," I say before hanging up on him, "Let me buy you a drink. We've got a lot to talk about." I say standing up and holding out my hand to her

"One drink isn't going to cut it," She says taking my hand "Might have to buy the bar," she says making us both chuckle.

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Wanda and I have been venting and drinking for an hour or so at this dingy little bar in the middle of town. We both are sitting in a booth in the back of the room effectively away from the other patrons.

"So," I say before throwing back another tequila shot, "So out of grief you kidnapped and brainwashed a random town in New Jersey, Created a fake husband and children, and then traveled through other universes, blindly looking for said fake children?" I ask

"Well," Wanda taking a sip of her bourbon, "I feel like you're oversimplifying it a bit. Westview wasn't a random town, Vis bought us some land there to build us a home and my children are only fake here, they're very much real elsewhere, but... essentially yes you are correct." She says finishing the drink

"Wanda," I say rubbing my head from the sudden rush I'm feeling, "That like really sucks"

"I Know right? "Oh and let's not forget Pietro, my dead twin brother," She says nonchalantly

I burst out in laughter, I couldn't help myself at her candor, "I'm sorry that was so mean" I said trying to control myself.

Surprisingly Wanda joins me, "You are fucked up, you know that?" She says laughing with me

"I know! I know! I'm sorry, it's either you laugh or you cry and I'm tired of crying" I say catching my breath from laughing

"Couldn't have said it better myself" Wanda says collecting herself from laughing with me"So enough about me and my lifetime of trauma, fill me in on what's going on; why do you need my help?"

"Can I just so show you? It will be quicker" I ask holding my hand out to her

"Is it going to hurt?" She asks hesitantly

"No. I mean no one has complained before?" I say smiling and shrugging. She places her hand in mine and I use my memory transference on her filling her in on everything; my ghost mom and her past with the darkhold, the books from Wakanda, how peter found me in the lake, and my lack of memory.

"Wow," Wanda says taking her hand back, "You've got some serious power Millie, your magic is vast." She says rubbing her hand "Unpredictable too... It's very familiar."

"Well that wasn't ominous at all," I say a little creeped out, "Can you help me?"

"Yes, I think so. We'll need an open field and it's probably going to hurt" She says standing up "Come on we should get going"

"Fine," I say standing up and throwing some cash on the bar, "But can we not skip over the whole 'it's going to hurt thing"

"I imagine being struck by lightning doesn't feel good," She says walking out

"Well Fuck" I say following her

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The Vibe:

Bishop Briggs - Lessons of the Fire: Official Lyric Video | Devil In Ohio | Netflix

Wanda takes me to this field on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by overarching trees and we were in the open center. When I look up I see nothing but a full moon and stars. The air was cool and the energy surrounding us was peaceful. Wanda had set up several candles around me in a circle and stepped out leaving me alone in the center

"Explain it to me one more time, " I say a little freaked out

"You need to summon the lightning to strike you"

"Okay but why?" I say a little freaked out

"The connection you and your ancestors have with nature runs deep in your blood. Channeling the weather seems to be something engrained in your DNA, specifically thunderstorms and lightning. A storm woke you up in that lake; you were struck by lightning. I'm hoping that with almost the same conditions, it could do the same for your mind. Make sense?" She finishes

"Yes, it does, I think. I'm sorry but I am scared the last time this happened it left me with a giant scar across my body." I say unconsciously rubbing my scar, "Are you sure you can't do some kind of spell?"

"I can't. Quite frankly I'm afraid too"

"What does that mean?" I scoff

"You possess multiple forms of magic. It shouldn't be possible to have more than 2 or 3. Millie, from what I felt from your hand and what you've shown me in your memories, you seem to possess 4. I'm afraid if I go poking around in your brain that you will unconsciously retaliate and that's the last thing we want to do."

Why is she being so cautious?

"What forms do you think I possess?"

"1 being eldritch magic, which you learned from the sorcerers. Accessible by humans, eldritch magic can be properly controlled by those with highly disciplined minds who have been trained in casting spells. Your ancestor Ayesha was a sorcerer supreme, so it's only natural that you have an affinity for this form. " Wanda pauses, I can tell she's a little hesitant to continue.

"Go on it's okay, I can take it," I say trying to convince her, and myself

"The second being Dark Magic, also known as Witchcraft. An extremely powerful and difficult type of magic used by sorcerers and witches to achieve their goals through morally questionable means.

"Morally questionable means? I would never hurt anyone.." I begin to say

"You wouldn't now, but what about you before your memory loss? Who's to say you weren't a bad guy? In your memories when your mother died you were taken by a coven of witches led by Agatha. Agatha isn't exactly a good witch; she's ancient and she's evil. I wouldn't be surprised that her influence on you wasn't positive, especially considering that she's also possessed the darkhold." Wanda sighs. "She was a pain in my ass, I'll take you to her after this."

She has a point, what if my memory comes back and I still have an allegiance to her? What If I lose my feelings for my current loved ones...

"Anyways" Wanda continues pulling me back from internal panic, "Dark magic can be combined with other types of magic, which leads me into your last 2 forms, darkhold and chaos Magic. When your mother was using the darkhold while pregnant with you, a portion of its power embedded itself in you. I am almost positive that's why are you able to use magic just by mentally displaying your intent."

"I can understand why I may have dark hold magic but chaos magic feels like a stretch. Due to its very nature, chaos magic is extremely unstable and requires a massive amount of energy and control to master it; I don't feel I'm at that level. I would have noticed by now right?"

"Like me, you were born with latent magical abilities, yours coming from your ancestors. Your generational power bestowment has given you vast immeasurable strength that was the perfect breeding ground for chaos magic. Let me ask you, have you been losing your temper or lost control of your powers lately?"

"Yea I have been losing control of my powers," I say thinking back to the incident in my bedroom and outside of the royal palace in Wakanda, "I also almost killed a man yesterday. Honestly, I think I could have done it if I wasn't stopped."

"Key signs. I knew your power felt familiar, I felt the chaotic energy pulsate through your veins; You're like me. If I fuck anything up messing with your memories you could go crazy destroying everything in sight. Do you get it now?" She says to me very seriously

"I do" I pause lost in my thoughts. After a few more seconds I hear a loud beep come from my pocket. I pull out the source of the noise and realize it was my pager.

It was a new voice message from Namor, I hold it to my ear and listen, "I miss you more Ki'ichpan"

Through messages and he still makes me swoon.

Feeling a little relaxed, I take in a deep breath, "What do I need to do"

Wanda holds out her hand, "Give me your beeper and your cell so they don't get destroyed." Doing as she says I throw my things in my sling bag and hand it to her, "Okay do what you need to do, to feel as connected to the nature surrounding us"

I take off my sneakers and socks linking my feet to the grass, "Okay" I nod to her

"You can already control the basic elements correct?"

"Yes," I say

"What are the conditions needed to cause a storm?" She asks me

"Storms form when warm, moist air rises into the cold air," I respond

"Make that happen," She says plainly

I silently nod my head and close my eyes; my feet are firmly planted on the ground and my hands are open at my side. I begin to box breathe:

In 1,2,3,4

Hold 1,2,3,4

Out 1,2,3,4

Repeat

Eventually, I feel myself relax, I'm only focused on the surrounding sound of the night; the wind around me was nothing more than a breeze. I was in a total moment of zen and for a while it was quiet. After minutes of silence, the wind around me began to dance and I feel the hair on my arms stand, "It's coming I can feel it" I said as the wind begins to pick up rapidly.

I open my eyes and lift my hand to the sky calling the lighting to me. I see storm clouds forming over us almost fully blocking out the moon, nearly leaving us in total darkness if not for the candles, "Come on" I yell to the storm. For a moment it grew eerily quiet but suddenly flashes of lights began to paint the sky; it was my lightning. Just as I began to smile with pride from the storm I created, a giant bolt of lightning makes it's way down, connecting to my hand and making my whole body seize.

The pain I feel is almost indescribable; not only did my body feel like every inch of me was on fire but my head felt like my brain was boiling inside my skull. For what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds, the pain stopped and I fell to the ground. The only thing I remember before fading away was Wanda rushing to me, "Millie Wake up" she says, "Millie don't g-", was all I hear before slipping away.

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The Vibe:

Breathe me -- sia

It's dark and quiet. I can't feel anything. I can't move.

"Mom.." I hear a males voice whisper

Who's voice is that?

I hear the voice speak again, "Mom I-" he coughs not being able to finish his sentence.

I know that voice.

"Momma I can't move" he speaks clearly before coughing and gurgling. That voice is so familiar. It's warm like the sun. The sun...

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

I love the sun. My son. I named him after the Sun God; the creator of the universe. He's my sunshine, my world, the center of my universe. My Amun.

"Amun!" I yell jolting up. When sitting up I instinctively grab my stomach in utter pain. Looking down I see I'm bleeding, I'm assuming a stab wound. Looking around I see I'm back at that same awful place. Kissena Park.

"Mom," Amun says

I hear my son call to me again; I snap my head in his direction and I see my son lying on the ground covered in blood, "No!" I scream crawling to him, "No, no, no"

When I reach him and scan him a little closer I can see he was stabbed like me but it must be somewhere fatal spot because he was coughing up blood, "He stabbed and knocked you out" he says in between coughs, "I tried t-to protect you but I wasn't strong enough, I'm s-sorry Mom"

"Hush now baby," I say panicked and in between tears, "I can heal you," I say holding my hand over his wound.

"You're too w-weak, you'll die," He says

"I don't care. You are my son, my life means nothing without yours. Just breathe baby" I say trying to calm him and myself down

"Momma, who is that? Sh-she looks like you" He says looking past me. I turn around and see no one.

"Amun baby no one is there," I say

"Momma she's so warm. I think- I think I'm going to go with her" Amun says to me

No.

"No baby stay with me. Don't go." I say my voice begins to shake, "Stay with me, I can fix you, Please" I beg

"It's okay momma, I'll be fine." He says before looking behind me and nodding his head.

I turn around and still see nothing, "What am I to do? How do I breathe without you?"

Amun takes my hand and squeezes it and smiles before taking his last breath. His hand relaxed in mine, and his eyes glossed over. As he took his last breath he took a part of me with him. I pull my son's body to me holding him tightly never wanting to let him go.

"Well that was dramatic" I hear a man say from behind me, "It was a shame he went down so fast, I expected more from him considering his lineage."

I gently put my boy's body down leaving a kiss on his forehead before standing up and turning around. It was the faceless man in the black suit, "Bring him back"

"Like mother, like daughter. What are you willing to trade for his life? Your mother gave me her power. What do you have to barter?"

"Take anything, my power, my life, my soul. I don't care to take it all"

"No" he responds, "Why would I bring him back? I was the one who killed him."

"Y-you attacked us?" I asked. My voice was shaking; I was filled with not only grief and sadness but an overwhelming sense of rage, "Why? We lived in peace, I have atoned for my past. How did you even find us, we were so careful for years."

"Your family has always been on my radar, But you should thank your friend Agatha, she pointed me in your direction." He smiles as my heart drops

Agatha why?...

"I knew one day eventually one of your family's descendants' power would rival mine and I just can't have that. I figure it's time to end the whole bloodline. You should take some pride that it ends with you, you are the strongest and with more time you could have been more powerful." He steps closer placing a hand on my cheek. I look at him where his eyes should be, "It'll be easier if you just surrender Millaenyia"

"All chances of me surrendering left when you Killed my son." I sneer

"So be it," he says disappointed. Before I knew it his hands were hovering at the side of my head, he was draining me of my power and my life, "Don't worry this won't take long" he says softly

I fall to the ground, no longer able to stand up. If I don't act quickly, I will die.

Maybe I should let him.

I ponder on that thought for a while and just as I was about to accept my fate the man speaks up, "Almost done, you'll soon be with your son"

My son. He killed my son.

I snap out of it, realizing I was about to let my son's murderer roam free, I quickly devise a plan.

I'm too weak to kill. But I think I have enough in me to trap him.

I look up and see the man holding his head back as he was draining me, he wasn't paying attention to my hands. I lift my hand out toward the tree behind him; I use what's left of my powers to form an opening in the tree that was big enough to hide a body within it. Once done I call to the roots and branches of the tree, willing them to slowly creep up behind the man and gently wrap around his legs and arms. He was so focused on the feeling of this newly acquired power of his, that he didn't notice he was being detained until it was too late.

"What is this?" He says seeing the branches wrapped around his hand, "What are you do-" the man says before whipping back into the tree. His arms were now behind his back being thoroughly wrapped in roots followed by the rest of his body. The only exposed part of him now was his neck up, "This won't hold me, you child"

I stand up and walk to him, "You will rot in here" I sneer before wrapping my hand around his neck quickly taking back my power and life force. "All you care about is power right?" I ask knowing the answer, "I'll take that too" I say now draining him of his energy and power, leaving just enough to keep him alive so he can rot here for the rest of days.

"Let me-" he struggles to say "Let me ou-" The roots cover the rest of him effectively muffling his words. I step back holding my hand out to the tree and use my powers to close and seal it shut. I place my hand on the tree and close my eyes:

To be Seen or Unseen.

Never in the focus of one's eye

Of nature's age, it does defy

To be Seen, or Unseen

With this spell, this tree will never age. It shall never be directly seen but it will always be here.

Once done with the small runes are now etched around the tree sealing his fate. I walk back to my Amun and look at him one last time.

I need to bury you, my love.

When I go to pick him up I see he had the journal he made of me tucked away in his jacket. Not wanting to leave the journal behind for someone to find and use, I grab it and bind it to my wrist before I pick Amun up. I walk towards the lake and will the water to separate allowing me to walk down to the center of the lake. Once I make it to the spot I place Amun down. I kiss his forward one last time, "My sweet boy" I say before I hold my hand out and use my power to have him sink into the dirt, fully burying him.

I lay beside him now, with the intention of ending my life and resting beside him for eternity. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, something was stopping me like there was someone in my ear telling me no. So, still intending on resting beside my son, I decide that if I'm too cowardly to end it now, I don't deserve to remember him in case I wake up:

Forget me not

Forget me now

Forget the past

Forget the sound

Forget the memories

Forget the love

Forget it all

Forget it now

As I finish the spell, I feel myself begin to fade away and sink to the ground. The water released and is slowly filling the lake back up; I find comfort in my last lingering memory of my son's laughter before I'm completely asleep.

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The Vibe:

Labrinth & Zendaya - I'm Tired (From “Euphoria” An HBO Original Series – Lyric Video)

"Millie wake up!" That is all I hear before I feel water being poured on me.

The sudden feel of cold water all over me jolted me awake. I sit up completely dazed; my eyes were fuzzing and my ears wear slightly ringing. Eventually, the ringing faded and my eyes clear up. I look around and see Wanda sitting next to me, looking like she has seen a ghost, "Are you okay?" She asks, "Fuck you are still steaming, does that hurt? I thought the water would help," she says concerned.

"I'm okay," I say plainly.

"Are you?" she says. I look to her with expressionless eyes and nod.

My body feels numb, it's because of the lightning... No, I remember...

"Did it work? Do you remember?" She asks

"I remember everything," I say beginning to cry, "My son..." I say holding my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up, "Oh god my son" I say sobbing

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oc3anawrites · 8 months ago

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Shattered Reflections

read previous chapter here

Chapter 3- The man in the mirror.

summary: steven uncovers the truth about the man in the mirror, marc spector and it leads him to meet someone new, amaya young.

a/n: the begining is very similar to how layla and steven meet in the show but don't worry it changes fast

cw: small mention of divorce, other than that its mostly just confused steven

When he arrives at the storage locker, he nervously tells them employee,

“Hi im uh looking for a storage locker it might be under the name Steven, Steven Grant or uh Marc? Just Marc, no surname.”

“I know you, you’re number 43. I never forget a face.” The man leads steven to the storage locker.

Steven enters the storage locker, alone. Once inside the storage locker, Steven finds a cot, supplies that look like army supplies and a duffle bag. He unzips the duffle bag. Inside it’s full of guns, money and a passport with his photo. Steven reads the passport outloud.

“Marc Spector…” Steven sighs and continues looking in the duffle bag where he finds the scarab that Harrow has been looking for.

“Steven, listen to me very carefully..” says Steven’s reflection on a glass pane in the room.

“There he is, hello man in the mirror..” Steven says as he puts his hands into his pocket, clearly nervous.

“You weren’t supposed to see any of this.” Marc responds.

“Well uh it’s a bit too late for that yeah? What am I like, some secret super agent or something?” Steven asks, nervously.

“A bit more complicated than that.” Marc replies.

Growing frustrated Steven asks-

“More complicated what? Am I possessed? Are you like a-a-a demon? Or..” Steven stutters.

“You’re in danger Steven, I can save us. Just like I did last night but I can’t have you interfering-”

Steven moves close to his reflection as Marc continues talking.

“So, you’re gonna go lay down on that cot over there take a nice nap-”

“Are you kidding? I’m never going to sleep again. Look I don’t care how bloody handsome you are yeah? Tell me what it is you are. What are you?” Steven interjects.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Mark asks.

“Yes, bloody yes-”

“I serve Khonsu. I’m his avatar.Which means you are too, sort of. We protect the vulnerable and deliver Khonsu’s justice to those who hurt them.” Mark states.

“Oh my god, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.I eat one piece of steak and then bam i go bonkers.” Steven says, turning away from his reflection.

“I’m having a panic attack, I think I’m having a panic attack. I need to go to the hospital.” Steven says, out of breath.

“I made a deal with Khonsu, that deal is contingent on you not interfering. Now give me control of the body, let me finish this and you’ll never hear from me again.” Marc interrupts.

“You want my body? Right yeah how about this I’m gonna take this bag full of illegal shit to the authorities and they’re gonna put me away so I don’t hurt anyone else. And hopefully the hospital will pump me so full of pills that you get out of my head.” Steven grabs the duffel bag and exits the storage locker.

Suddenly, all of the lights in the building start to go out, the locks on the storage units rattling, the wind shifting around steven.

Steven screams and begins clumsily running towards the exit while Khonsu chases him.

“Give it back, you fool.” Khonsu says, looming over Steven.

Steven lets out a girlish scream, clutches the duffel bag and runs outside. He stumbles and trips onto the street, his head nearly being squashed by a woman on a motorcycle.

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“Marc, where the hell have you been?”

“Amaya?” Steven questions, remembering the name and voice from Marc’s phone.

Steven hops onto the back of her motorcycle and she drives away while questioning him.

“What the hell is going on? Is this ‘Steven�� the latest fake identity for you? I thought you were using a coded message when we spoke on the phone.”

“How did you find me?” Steven asks.

“How do you think? I tracked your phone, I thought that’s what you wanted me to do when you turned it on.”

“Uh- right yeah.” Steven replies confused, he isn’t sure what to tell her, or how to explain any of this.

Steven’s hands awkwardly hang onto her shoulders, as he tries not to fall off the bike.

“Why didn’t you at least tell me you were alive? I thought you were in danger or kidnapped again. But I kept telling myself ‘Marc has the suit, he’ll be fine.’ And then my mind would trail off into well what if he doesn’t have the suit or what if he got ambushed. And would you just stop clasping my shoulders like that!-”

“Oh- uh sorry where do I hang on I-” A bump in the road causes Steven to fall onto Amaya, grabbing her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. Stevens face blushes a light shade of pink.

“Do you see what you put me through Marc? I used to be your wife, you know?” She retorts. The touch of the man she once knew on her waist feels unfamiliar to her, unnatural.

“Sorry did you- did you say wife? Are we married?” Steven says, confused.

“Please just drop the act, clearly we lost whoever is chasing you, and drop the fake British accent.” Amaya replies, clearly fed up with whatever game ‘Marc’ is playing.

“What? This is how I talk?”

“Okay, get off my bike.” She says, pulling the motorcycle to a stop.

“Wait wait please, I will tell you everything, just get me to my flat yeah?” Steven responds, panicked.

Amaya sighs but agrees and takes Steven home. He unlocks the door to his apartment and they both walk in. His apartment is a mess. Littered with books about ancient Egypt, Pictures and postcards covering the wall. She walks up to the fish tank, and watches the fish swimming around.

“A goldfish huh?” She asks, watching the fish aimlessly swim in circles.

Steven watches her, and in the reflection from the glass of the goldfish tank Marc says-

“Get her out here Steven, she shouldn’t be here.”

“I just want my life back.” Steven responds.

Amaya turns away from the goldfish tank and faces Steven. “Yeah I can see that.”

“No, no- sorry I wasn’t talking to you, just talking to myself, kind of.” Steven responds.

“Uh this is your apartment.. Marc?” She looks around the room and scoffs when she sees the ankle restraints attached to his bed.

“I’m Steven.” He responds.

“Are you living here with someone else?” Amaya asks, frustrated. She’s had enough of this sick game ‘Marc’ was playing with her.

“No, no no uh this is my mum’s flat.” Steven says.

“Oh so you guys are talking again?” She responds, puzzled.

“Again?” Steven asks.

Amaya ignores him and begins to walk around his apartment, looking at all of the books and items he has around. She sees pages full of hieroglyphs and questions why ‘Marc’ is suddenly learning how to read them.

“Well it’s not like hieroglyphs are a whole language, it’s more like an alphabet.” Steven responds.

She looked down at the papers and read them out loud- “Funeral Rights.”

“Well someone knows their unilaterals. You.” Steven lets out an awkward laugh and points to Amaya.

Amaya sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Okay.. yeah I’m not buying this Marc. You sent these papers but never signed them-” Amaya pulls out some papers from her bag and hands them to Steven.

“Oh did I uh- let’s have a look here.” Steven puts on a red pair of glasses, slightly too big for his face and begins to read the papers.

“You told me that I need to move on. But you didn’t even have the guts to sign them first.” She says as Steven reads the papers.

“Divo- Divorce? I would never divorce you.” Steven says confused.

“What the hell are you talking about? YOU sent these to me.” Her voice is short of a yell now. ‘This is a sick fucking game Marc.’ She thinks to herself.

“Look, you seem absolutely lovely. This Marc, on the other hand is a right twit. Yeah?” Steven looks into the mirror behind him and sees Marc, who sighs and hangs his head in shame.

“Look, I don't know how to explain what’s happening. I don’t expect you to believe me, I honestly don’t even believe myself. All I can do is try to show you what I found-” Steven begins to explain.

“Steven, Steven stop. I mean it Steven. Stop. Don’t bring her into this.” Marc pleads, in Steven’s reflection.

Steven reaches into the bag and begins to pull something out-

“You’re going to get her killed, Steven, close the bag. You show her that scarab, you’re responsible when they come after her.” Marc says angrily.

Steven stops in the middle of his sentence and freezes.

“What? What did you find?” Amaya asks.

“N-nothing, nevermind.”

She walks over to Steven and opens the bag, pulling out an ancient scarab.

“The scarab pointing to Ammit’s ushabti? What we fought side by side for?What is this whole show just because you want it to yourself?” She asks angrily.

“Just take it, take it please. I swear I don’t want it. Please just listen to me. I am not Marc Spector. I am Steven Grant. I work in a gift shop, or I did work in a gift shop. And I think I’m in real danger and you might be the only person who can help me.”

“You really don’t remember why we’ve been looking for this? Our adventures? Or our life together? You don’t remember me?” Amaya says, collecting herself. She doesn’t want to believe a word coming out of this man's mouth but he seems so innocent.

“Oh god I wish I could.” Steven responds.

She pauses for a moment, unsure of how to proceed.

“You’re really not Marc?” She asked.

“No, I promise.” Steven responds, nervously fiddling with his jacket pocket.

Amaya takes a deep breath, unsure if she can trust what the man in front of her is saying. Part of her wants to trust his words, trust that he doesn’t remember how much he hurt her, that he doesn’t remember her. The other part of her wants to spit in his face and never speak to him again. She stays silent for a moment, debating how to respond.

“Okay Steven, I believe you.” Truly, she isn’t sure what to believe but if this is all true it means a man who looks eerily similar to Marc has put his trust in her. She decides to really listen to what the man has to say and open her mind up to the possibility of his words being truthful even though every bone in her body is telling her to run the other way.

“Really- really? Oh thank god.” Steven takes a breath of relief, his shoulders relaxing.

“Tell me everything Steven.” She demands.

Steven begins to speak and then looks in the mirror, expecting a retort from Marc.

“Good job Steven, you’ve just gotten both yourselves killed.” Marc says.

Steven ignores Marc and begins to blurt out everything.

“So a few months ago, yeah? I started having these blackouts, waking up in random places, not knowing where I was.”

She listens intently and lets Steven continue. ‘Blackouts?’ She thinks to herself.

“And a few days ago I started hearing this voice in my head and seeing someone in the mirror. I think I'm sharing a body with someone. With this Marc Spector guy. And he told me he works as Khonshu’s avatar, this all sounds so bonkers right?” Steven looks over to Amaya.

Amaya takes a moment to process everything Steven just told her. ‘Marc and Steven share a body?’ She asks herself. ‘I guess it’s less crazy than ancient gods being real and being able to possess humans.’

“You’re not crazy, Steven.” She replies after collecting her thoughts.

“What? You really don’t think I’ve gone mad?” Steven asks.

“I met Marc a little over 10 years ago in Cairo, eventually I found out about Khonsu and that he was his avatar. So no I don’t.I just can’t believe he never told me about you.” There’s not even the slightest twinge of emotion in her voice as she explains.

Steven, looking confused, takes a step back from Amaya. Amaya stands there silently, watching Steven. Even though this man has so many similarities to Marc, his beautiful curls, his smile, the same eyes, the same body, he is a total stranger. Until she sees the look on Steven’s face.

“Ten-ten years? Marc and I have been sharing a body for ten years?” Steven’s face looks defeated, he looks like he could just break into a million pieces.

A soft look of worry crosses Amaya’s face, barely noticeable unless you’re staring directly at her. Seeing a man who looks so much like someone she used to love be so hurt makes her head hurt.

“What happened between you and Marc?” Steven asks her, interrupting the ache in her head.

Amaya takes a deep breath. Normally she would never tell a stranger even a tiny piece of the truth in her life but she can’t help but feel a vulnerability in the armor she put up around her heart when she talks to Steven.

“After we met in Cairo we began working together, searching for ancient artifacts. We fell in love, or what we thought was love. I’d provide him information for his missions with Khonsu. He refused to ever bring me along but he would always come home after his missions. We got married 5 years in. A few months ago, Marc disappeared one day and never came back. For an entire month I didn’t hear a single word from him until I received divorce papers in the mail. Then it was radio silence again.” She recants.

Steven processes what Amaya has just said and looks into the mirror. Marc stares back at him with a furious look on his face, but stays silent.

“I’m so sorry Amaya. You didn’t deserve that.” Shame and guilt are riddled across Stevens face and body language. Even though he knows that it was Marc who hurt her and not him, he still feels like it’s his fault.

Amaya is taken aback by Steven’s words. ‘He’s so…different.’ She thinks.

“It’s okay Steven.” Amaya carefully places her hand on Stevens shoulder, gently squeezing it to give him some reassurance. She felt it was what he needed, even if she wanted to just slap him straight upside the head simply because she knew he and Marc shared a body.

Steven blushes at Amaya’s hand on him. He feels a little bit of shame for liking Amaya’s touch as he now knows that the man he shares a body with is her husband.

“So Steven, I know a lot about Marc, but nothing about you besides that you used to work in a gift shop. Who are you?” Amaya asks, trying to gauge what kind of man this Steven is. Because if he’s anything like Marc, she plans to run away as fast as she can before she breaks.

Steven fidgeted nervously, his eyes darting around before finally settling on Amaya's. Her look was sincere, she wasn’t judging him like everyone else usually does, she actually wanted to know.

"Um, well I’m- I’m Steven Grant, and, well, I work, or worked.. at a gift shop in the London Museum. I’ve always been a bit of a, um, history buff, especially when it comes to ancient Egypt. It’s just so fascinating, you know? My dream was to be a tour guide at the museum but Donna always shot me down. I have a goldfish named Gus—he’s got one fin, poor little bloke. Or at least he did, And, uh, my mum, she’s always been there for me, even though things have been a bit... complicated lately.”

Amaya and Steven took a seat on his couch as they talked, she listened intently, her eyes softening as Steven spoke. This man was nothing like Marc, not even close. She reached out and gently touched his hand, offering a reassuring smile. She couldn’t really figure out why. It just felt right.

His hand felt so similar to Marc’s yet so different. As Amaya sat on Steven's couch, her fingers traced the intricate patterns on the cushion absentmindedly with one hand, the other gently held Steven’s. Steven fidgeted with his free hand, trying to pull at his sleeve. Amaya’s touch made him nervous. The room was filled with the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm light on Steven's collection of Egyptian artifacts. As Steven spoke about his life, his job at the museum, and his passion for ancient history, Amaya's mind drifted back to the days when she and Marc were inseparable. She remembered their wedding day, the way Marc's eyes looked when they exchanged vows, the way he kissed her, the way he held her…. The memory was so vivid that she could almost feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the sound of their laughter echoing in the air. But then, the memory shifted to the arguments, the days without him and finally the day Marc disappeared. The confusion, the fear, and the endless nights of waiting for a call that never came. What it put her through, the dark path she had fallen down. The hate she had for herself for not being able to find him no matter how hard she looked.The pain of his absence was still fresh, a wound that had never fully healed.

As Steven continued to talk, Amaya's gaze wandered around the room, landing on a small goldfish swimming lazily in its bowl.’Gus.’ She thought to herself, remembering what Steven had said. The sight brought her back to the present, and she realized how different Steven's world was from the one she had shared with Marc. The meticulous notes scattered on the desk, the way Steven's eyes lit up when he talked about his passions—he was so different from the cold, untrusting and untruthful man she once loved. The juxtaposition of her past with Marc and her present with Steven created a whirlwind of emotions within her. She felt a deep sense of loss, but also a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, in understanding Steven, she could find a way to heal from Marc, to bridge the gap between the man she married and the man who now stood before her, fragmented yet whole in his own way.

Amaya took a deep breath, her fingers still intertwined with Steven's.

` "Thank you for sharing that with me, Steven," she said softly, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and warmth.

"It's clear that you’re very different from Marc, and I can see how much you care about the things that bring you joy. It's... it's a lot to take in, knowing that Marc and you share the same body, but are so different in many ways."

She paused, her eyes drifting to the goldfish bowl once more before returning to Steven's earnest gaze.

"I wish I had known you before,Steven.” ‘Shit, why the hell did I just say that?’ The words had escaped her lips before she could even process what she was saying. She hated this feeling, this dumb fucking fuzzy feeling that you get when you have a crush as a kid. It made her feel too vulnerable for comfort.

Steven's eyes softened as he listened to Amaya's heartfelt words. His heart hurt at her words.

"I wish I had known you too." he said, his voice filled with genuine emotion.

"It means a lot to me that you want to understand and get to know me. I know this whole situation is... well, it's complicated, to say the least."

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He realized that this entire time he was so busy rambling and panicking that he never even took a good look at Amaya. She had long white hair that was tied into a braid and thrown over her shoulder. The last few inches of her hair are an inky jet black. Her eyes looked empty, almost drained of life in their blue-ish gray hues. Her ivory colored skin had but a small tint of warmth in it.Her jaw and cheekbones were sharp but almost soft at the same time. Steven gazed at the scar in the middle of her forehead, right between her brows. ‘I wonder what happened.’ He thought. He continued to examine Amaya, noticing the way her clothes fell on her body, the way she moved her hair ever so slightly. He took one last look at her face, admiring it before he averted his gaze.

"I want you to know that I'm here for you, too. I may not have all the answers, and I might not be able to explain everything about Marc and me, but I promise to be honest with you. My life has always been a bit of a puzzle, but maybe together, we can start to piece it together. And who knows? Maybe we'll find some new pieces along the way that make the picture a little clearer." Steven said, snapping out of his admiration of Amaya.

His smile widened slightly, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes as he looked at Amaya, feeling a sense of connection and understanding beginning to form between them.

“I hope so.” Amaya smiled softly back at Steven.

suddenly there’s a knock on Steven’s door

#mcu #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x oc #steven grant x oc #jake lockely x oc #oc #original character #moonknight angst #slow burn #fanfic #marc spector needs a hug #steven grant needs a hug

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skootiethedemon · 8 months ago

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Been reading the Comics lately, and Damn Jake Lockley with a beard is a hottie want to draw him with it for now on and my OC loving every bit of it !

Also the Bar and club scene I wanna get into more in the future

#moon knight #jake lockley #my artwrok #artists on tumblr #marvel #moon knight smut #oc artwork #oc x canon #original character #original post #pen and pencil #pen and ink #traditional illustration #steven grant #marc spector #khonshu #marcstevenjake

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01101101ute · 9 months ago

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Redraw of a chocolate ad by Al Parker

#oc #original character #digital art #clip studio paint #al parker #redraw #marc spector #moon knight #oc x canon #bajy

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 2 years ago

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bubble bath

marc spector x reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags under the cut)

You sighed happily as you sunk into the near-scalding water of the bath, bubbles popping lightly against your skin. The heat washed over you, a shiver rolling up your spine. “Say what you want about being put up on a billionaire’s dime, but it definitely has its perks.”

Marc smiled, the expression shifting to a wince as he pulled you into his lap. He groaned lightly as the water shifted around you, spilling out onto the tiles. You grimaced apologetically as he exhaled a slow, pained breath, but your attempt to slide back off of his lap was thwarted as he wrapped his arms around your waist. One hand spread over the flesh of your thigh, kneading into the muscle gently.

“I guess I can agree with that,” he said, his voice stiff against the pain in his ribs. He’d taken a beating, and the soft bloom of purple on his torso suggested a possible broken rib. Considering just how indestructible his suit was, it had been worrying when you’d finally been able to drag him away from the others and had first seen the marking. Still, he leaned forward, kissing the side of your neck softly. “But I still don’t like the guy.”

You breathed a laugh, running your fingertips carefully over his collarbone. Marc’s hand slid slowly up the curve of your back, wet fingers curling in your hair. “When Feathers starts footing the bill for out little trips abroad, we can stop hitting up my old friends for a place to stay.”

“I’ll have a word with him about the budget,” your paramour replied in amusement, his smile warm. His hand tightened in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp as he brought your lips down to his. His kiss was intoxicating, and you relaxed against him blissfully.

“Ow.”

You jerked back from him sheepishly as he mumbled against your lips. “Sorry.”

“Did I say stop?” Marc smirked despite his discomfort, pulling you in for another kiss. You returned it more gently this time, cupping his face in your hand. You giggled lightly as you pulled away again as you saw the bubbles clinging to his face. You wiped them away with your still-soapy hand, and Marc grinned at you, blowing bubbles off your hand. They popped against your face, and your own smile widened.

“God, you’re cute.”

You ran your hand through his hair, trailing warm water and jasmine-scented bubbles through the dark locks. “That’s what I was going to say.”

tags: @dragon-chica @glossyloner @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @lovely-dreamer19 @capitalnineteen @youclickedthislink @s0ftness @castieltrash1 @absolutly-me @sara–ravenclaw @startrekkingaroundasgard

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athenaderiva · 1 year ago

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The Blood Lake

Chapter Three

A second chance. Violence.

Previous ~~ Next

Masterlist

Marc did something stupid.

Chasina hummed to herself as she stepped over the threshold of her cabin, symbols lighting up all over her walls. She watched each one fade into nothing as she closed the door behind her. One symbol was still glowing when she turned back to her wall and she frowned, walking closer to it. Intruder. She pulled her mask back over her head and pulled her sword free. Her other hand began to glow and the energy once again spiked from her hand to the ground, creating a perfect image in her mind of her surroundings. The silhouette of Moon Knight came into her ‘vision’ and she sighed.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, not bothering to ask how he found her after him learning who she was.

“You threatened me last time I saw you. And right after I rescued you.” His voice was harsher than usual and she rolled her eyes. “I can’t let you arrest me. I’ll be executed and I can’t let that happen, I can’t let what I’m trying to do fail.”

“You sound exactly like Harrow, you realise that? You’re not going to make the world better, you’re going to destroy it.” Her voice was softer than she expected and it made him stumble back.

“I am nothing like Harrow. He wants to cleanse the world. We’re trying to fix it.” He hissed, though his voice sounded different. Chasina removed her mask, putting the sword back in her scabbard. He appeared to have changed, his posture was less certain, his hands were fidgeting, his gaze was darting across the room.

“Leave. This is the only time I will ask. If I have to ask again, I will be taking you down and taking you in. You get one chance to go peacefully, because I really don’t want to have to clean blood off my floor and my walls, and I feel that something has changed in the last sixty seconds.” The masked man nodded, vanishing and she frowned at his retreating figure. Something had definitely changed.

“Look, Steven, you can’t take over like that. We should’ve taken out the threat there and then.” Marc hissed at his reflection in the lake. Steven was glowering at him and Jake was shaking his head with barely constrained laughter. We were at her home, Marc. Did you not see all the symbols on the walls when she stepped through the door? We would’ve been obliterated. Steven argued. He’s right. She’d have killed us if we didn’t back down, and we know for a fact that you wouldn’t have backed down. Marc glared at them both, crouching down closer to the water. “We can’t fix this doomed world if she doesn’t give us space to do that and she insists on stop-” Marc. You’re the one who was taken aback by her softness and gave enough space for Steven to take over. Jake interrupted, a shiteating grin spreading across his face. Marc’s glare somehow got even deeper. Steven shrugged. The real question is why did she let us go? Marc hesitated. “It doesn’t matter. We’re behind schedule.” He huffed, reforming his armour around his body, setting off deeper into the forest.

Jake was in control by the time they arrived at the sorceress’s hut. He knocked once, twice, three times on the old wooden structure and the door swung open, revealing the woman he’d met in a tavern a long time ago.

“It’s really you… I didn’t think you were ever coming.” Sabrina whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped back, letting him in and he smiled under the mask. “How have you lived this long?”

“I’m lucky.” She nodded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she glanced to the side behind him. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. “Do you have it?” He asked, brushing past her and her breath hitched in her throat as his mask vanished.

“Oh! Of course! I said I’d hold onto it for you.” She stumbled over her words and her feet as she rushed to find the jewel he had been looking for. “The only true blood diamond that was owned by the Wild Hunt.” She confirmed as she passed it to him. “So, is that all you came for?” She asked and he shook his head absentmindedly, examining the diamond. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, stepping back as she created a portal and he sighed, tucking the diamond into his sleeve.

“No, Sabrina, you’re not. But you’re about to be.” Jake said, turning to face her with a disapproving frown plastered on his face. He pulled the crescent shape blade loose from the chest piece of his armour and he was in front of her before she could step into the portal, slashing her cheek. She cried out, dropping to the floor in shock as she clutched at her face. He chuckled, almost enjoying seeing her beneath him. “Unfortunately, Sabrina, sorceresses are part of the plague that is destroying this world, as you just proved. We were just having a friendly exchange and you threatened me.” He tutted, crouching down to eye level. “Why did you have to do that, Sabrina?” She stifled a sob as she tried to scurry away from him, footsteps running into the hut and Jake sighed again. “What a pity.” He stood, stamping on her ankle to still her as she screamed in pain and he turned to see three village boys. “We don’t have to do this.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m just here for the sorceress.”

“You can’t hurt her and get away with it!” The bravest of the lads said, his voice shaking. Jake chuckled, unaware of Sabrina reaching for something and tapping a symbol on the floor.

“Let’s get this over with, boys.”

Chasina sprinted through the forest, not having bothered with her mask. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the howls surrounding her. The light of the full moon lit her way as she tore through the undergrowth, clearing a lake with a single jump. By the time she made it to the hut, there were three dead men, a portal flickering, Sabrina on the floor, and Moon Knight, unmasked. Her eyes narrowed.

“Back away from her.” His shoulders tensed, turning to face her with shock written across his features clear as day. She blinked, not having expected the face that she saw looking back at her.

“I wouldn’t step any closer unless you want to die, parajito.” the man snapped. His voice was different, a look of calculated cruelty in his eyes that would’ve scared her on a more dangerous man. Chasina tilted her head, taking another step forward.

“Let Sabrina go.” Her voice was empty as she pulled her sword free and manoeuvred until she was between him and the sorceress. He watched every move she made, trying to figure out what she would do next as the tip of her sword pressed against the underside of his chin.

“¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte?” He whispered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She narrowed her gaze as Sabrina began to crawl towards the portal.

“No. But I am distracting you, aren’t I?” Chasina asked with a small smile as she realised his breathing pattern had changed, ever so slightly. The portal fizzed shut and the smile dropped as she picked up her foot and slammed it into his knee.

“Fuck!” The tip of her sword nicked his chin as he stumbled back, dropping his leg out from under him. “That’s not fair, parajito.” He snapped. Chasina shrugged, moving her sword into a defensive hold as she watched him regain his balance.

“All is fair in war, Moon Knight.”

“I think you forget part of that phrase on purpose, parajito.” He lunged, slamming his elbow into her wrist and her sword slipped from her grasp. He threw punch after punch, all of which Chasina evaded as though she was stepping through a dance. How many times have we done this? Steven wondered. Too many. End the threat. Marc snapped and Jake rolled his eyes. Chasina hesitated for a split second but it was long enough. A blow caught the centre of her chest and she flew backwards, coughing and wheezing. Before she could stand his fingers were wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air and slamming her against the wall. “Hoy te toca perder.” He whispered.

Chasina stared at him, golden defiance burning in her eyes. Jake stared back, entranced by the change in colour, as her fingers inched closer to his hand even as her lungs began to burn. Jake. Jake watch o- Chasina smiled, gripping his wrist as her hand began to glow and heat poured from her skin to his. He shrieked in pain, letting go of her and she smiled as she landed on her feet. Before he could recover she drew a quick symbol in the air that he didn’t recognise and he found it was impossible to move.

“I’ve never lost to you. And I don’t intend to start now.” She whispered, binding him and lifting him as though he weighed nothing. Her fingers pressed into his neck and his vision turned dark.

“Fuck!” Marc mumbled as he woke up, surrounded by 3 grey walls and a metal door. “Fuck!” He yelled, making everyone else in the cell turn to him in displeasure.

“Shut it, or the guard’ll come back and take our food from us.” One of them hissed and Marc glared at him.

“That won’t be my problem for long.” Marc grumbled, analysing the structure of the cell as he began to pace.

Translation - ¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte? - are you trying get a reaction out of me?

Parajito - little bird

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bagsybaggins · 2 years ago

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The Masterlist of Bag End

Jason Todd x OC:

A Knight Under the Moonlight Masterlist

Sebastian Sallow x OC:

In the Shadow of the Legacy Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader

The Freaking Rebel Masterlist

COD FICS - Task Force 505 Verse

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The Ghost of Her: 1 2 3 4

John 'Soap' Mactavish

Soap Bubbles: 1 2

König

Pandora's Lullaby: 1

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Being Rewritten! Sins to Bare Masterlist

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averagecalkestisenjoyer · 11 days ago

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He cannot handle all that (he probably could but it’s like sticking your hand in a piranha tank willingly)

For the record

I can draw women very well and very detailed

I’m just on a kick rn and I’m allowing myself to draw art that I think looks really bad just for the purpose of drawing. It’s hard but,, eee if I wanna get back into art like I used to be into it, I have to start there

#original character #marvel #marvel oc #x men #x men 97 #uncanny xmen #x men oc #xmen fanart #moon knight marvel rivals #moon knight mcu #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

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soulreader05 · 3 months ago

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I was supposed to post this a while back after I did Steven but I was busy, anyways here’s the twins. Hiba & Sheba, adopted daughters of Marc Spector & Jake Lockley.

Hiba and Sheba are twin djinns or in more common words, ‘genies’. They were once in debt with Arthur Harrow, that was until the moon boys saved them, breaking their curse and then adopted them alongside with Augustus (Gus). These sisters are complete polar opposites, sun and moon, fire and ice, you get jest.

Hiba is mercurial, childish, and unpredictable girl, she’s driven by a desire to play games and having fun since been it’s so long for her to be trapped in her imprisonment and only having to serve boring old humans. Her sister, Sheba on the other hand is reserved, distant and secretive but with a strong sense of intellect and a bit of a prideful attitude, often coming across as aloof and somewhat condescending, but ultimately driven by her desire to understand the mysteries of the stars and her own personal destiny.

One thing that these two have in common is that enjoy causing pure chaos. (Loki would adore them.) They both also enjoy fashion shows. Hiba enjoys playing any sort of game, making rhymes, pulling pranks, exploring, dancing. Sheba on the other hand enjoys passing the time gaining knowledge, learning about the stars and galaxies, practicing her unbound magic, meditating, listening music.

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mrsaguapapi · 2 years ago

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Chapter 17

Team-Up

The Vibe:

James Blake - Retrograde

I was on the ground in Namor's arms when I came to. He is holding me tight and his head is resting on my chest; I hear him whispering something under his breath and I think he may be crying, "What's the matter, my love?"

He looks up at me startled, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, "Oh thank the gods" He says dropping his back on my chest in relief, "I went too far, you fainted. I'm so sorry Millaenyia"

"You didn't go too far" I softly laugh, "I liked every bit of it; I would and could have stopped you if it was too much. Namor baby, Look at me" he groans in my chest "K'uk'ulkan" he finally looks at me with his sad eyes, "I am fine I swear," I say playing with his hair

"Are you sure?"

"Positive" I smile attempting to get up, "Besides," I pause as Namor helps me stand on my feet, "I wanna do all of that" I gesture to the window "Again and again, and again, and ag-"

"You are insatiable" he finally laughs and relaxes, "I thought I hurt you," He says scooping me up and placing me on the bed, "We should sleep"

"I don't want to sleep," I say playing with his V-line, "I want more" I then leave a kiss along his V-line

"Stop," he says lifting my chin, "You need rest"

"I need you" I respond practically begging, "I'll be okay, I promise. You just have to be gentle this time" I pull Namor in, hugging him and resting my chin on his abs as I look up at him "Pleaseee"

Breathing in and letting out a large sigh, he places his hand on my cheek and I lean into his touch, "How can I say no when you look at me like that?" I giggle and shrug at him, "Lie down" he says to me jokingly rolling his eyes.

I crawl into the middle of the bed and lie back making myself comfortable.

Hehe I'm such a pillow princess

Namor climbs into bed and kneels in front of me; He slowly and tenderly parts my legs and throws one over his shoulder as he dips down and begins to shower my thighs with kisses. Slowly he makes his way to my clit lightly sucking and flicking me with his tongue, causing ripples of sensation to flow through my body. Namor finds a nice steady rhythm playing with my clit and occasionally dips his tongue inside me stirring up a fire within me. I reach down and grab his hair holding him in place as I grind back making myself comfortable.

It's not enough

I roughly pull his hair lifting him from my pussy so he could look at me; his eyes were glazed over and dark, "I want you" I call to him. Namor takes one last taste of my sweet juices and crawls up to me leaving kisses all over my body before he makes it to my face.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking into my eyes

I smile and nod yes, taking his dick in my hands and guiding him inside me; He takes the hint and slowly enters me until he bottoms out. I close my eyes allowing myself to fully enjoy the feeling of him inside me, "Look at me" Namor says to me with a begging tone. When I open my eyes I find him looking back at me with nothing but lust and love in his; he kisses me as he begins to start a deep and slow rhythm of thrusts never breaking eye contact. He was on top of me and yet I feel like he wasn't close enough, so I wrap an arm around his neck and lean up on my other giving myself enough leverage to match his thrust with my own. This subtle change of position allowed Namor to hit my sweet spot with every pump, I can already feel my orgasm build up inside of me and It feels good but it was too soon.

I moan out and throw my head back trying to focus on delaying my sweet release, Namor rests his head on my chest "I know baby" He says as he pulls me closer to him, helping me meet his thrusts. Namor starts to whisper things under his breath, curse words and pleasant praises, he was enjoying himself.

Deciding I want to take care of him for a change, I abruptly flip us over so I'm the one on top straddling him, "Let me take care of you" I say leaning down to him and kissing him. Lips still locked I begin to grind my hips allowing his dick to massage my tight walls.

He grabs my ass and helps me with my grind, "You're so wet, baby" he pauses, "I want to feel you cum on my dick" he whispers to me

I rise to take his hands in mine and place them on my tits as I begin to bounce and grind on his dick fully losing myself in total ecstasy. I'm so close, I feel myself tighten around him and he does too by the sound of his groan, "Cum for me Ki'ichpan"

"Oh god," I moan out as my orgasm unravels me. My legs begin to shake and I feel my pussy grip Namor as he too finishes inside me. Feeling his warm release paint my insides, a fire lights in me causing me to continue grinding and bouncing on his rock-hard dick, riding out my climax. Matching my energy Namor grabs my hips and begins to thrust hard under me making sure I take in every drop of him. After a few minutes, we finally come down from our high, sweaty, and out of breath. Slowly I raise myself off his dick, wincing from the pain caused by a combination of rough sex, overuse, and his big dick.

Namor notices and I can see the regret covering his face, "Before you say anything" I say laying beside him, "I may be in pain but I regret nothing and you shouldn't either" I say snuggling up to him.

Taking me in his arms, he lets out a sigh, "I don't like hurting you"

"I like it though" I laugh

"You are insane" he chuckles

"But I fuck like a goddess, so it works out perfectly" Namor lets out the most genuine laugh I have ever heard and it melts my heart.

I can't wait to hear that laugh for the rest of my life.

"I love you"

"I love you too" He responds.

After talking and joking for a few more minutes I drift to sleep first and Namor follows soon behind; both of us holding on to each other, never letting go through the night.

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The Vibe:

Pressing Flowers

I wake up to a cold breeze and bright light peeking in through the window. I instinctively reach over looking for Namor beside me but I was alone. I open my eyes and scan the room looking for him; seeing the balcony door open and the curtains flowing through the wind I assume he went outside.

Found the breeze.

Getting up and wrapping myself in the blanket, I find Namor standing in the nude, leaning on the balcony and looking out to the city. I walk up behind him wrapping us both up in the blanket, "Public nudity could get you in some serious trouble on the surface world."

"I didn't hear you complaining last night," he says eventually turning around and wrapping me up in his arms, "Good morning my love, I trust you slept well."

"I slept great." I smile laying my head on his chest

"Good, you deserve it" Namor responds, then pausing before he continues, "I have to go home today" He says with a hint of sadness in his voice

"I hate this part," I say sighing

"Me too" he responds

Taking a deep breath I say, "That's okay the next time I see you, I'll have my shit sorted and be someone worthy to meet your people." I confidently say

"You have always been worthy"

"I wanna feel worthy" I chuckle

"I understand," he says laughing under his breath

"Ready to go?" I say as I listen to his heartbeat

"Not just yet" he responds holding me tighter. We stand there for a few more minutes before we get dressed and take a taxi back to my place. While he's getting dressed in his regular clothes in my room, I'm in the kitchen packing him a bag of leftovers, a few of my favorite books, and a pair of my panties wrapped in a scarf and sprayed with my signature perfume.

He'll appreciate that the most lol

Tucking my intimates in the bottom of the bag, I think about how we are going to be able to contact each other.

Light bulb hehe

I grab the bag run to my room and head to my closet nearly knocking Namor down in the process, "Sorry!" I say laughing and rummaging in a box in my closet.

Laughing Namor says, "What are you up to?"

"Got it!" I say, "When in college I had clinicals and they required us to use pagers, I still have a couple of my old ones. Can you give me 10, or 15 mins tops to whip something up? It'll help us communicate with each while we're far away." I say

"Of course, take all the time you need," he says smiling at me. I grab my old stark lab tools and sit on the bed tinkering away at our pagers. I Spend about 12 mins enhancing the range of the pager as well as adding a few things, "Ultra high frequency is in the range of about 300 MHz and 3 GHz, with wavelengths reaching from one meter to one decimeter. In other words," I say closing up our pagers and handing one to him "Normally these pagers transmit about as far as 2 miles away from each; that's nothing. I widened the frequency range to about 10,000 miles. So you can be home in your temple and I can be home here. I also added a voice feature so instead of just sending a message, you can record yourself saying something and I can hear it from mine."

"You fixed this up in 15 minutes?" he says impressed

"It was closer to 12 actually"

"You're amazing"

"I know," I say smiling, "Here" I hand him the bag, "I packed you some food and a few books, make sure you go through the whole bag," I said laughing to myself

"Thank you my love" He responds

We both get up off the bed and I grab my sling ring opening up a portal to his temple in front of us. "I love you," I say giving him a tight hug, "see you soon?"

"Very," he says kissing my forehead, "When you take care of your business let me know and I will prepare my people for your visit," he says smiling at me and stroking my cheek. I nod my head, acknowledging his words, "I love you" he whispers before kissing me one last time and walking through the portal. I blow a kiss and give a little wave before I close it up.

"Alone again," I say letting out a large sigh. I get an idea and pull out my pager recording a small message, "I miss you already" and with that, I take a shower and get dressed in a pair of black jeans and an oversized shirt with a pair of sneakers. I layer a long thick cream cardigan over my shirt completing my outfit. Grabbing my sling bag I pack my diary from the lake, my passport, a stack of various European cash, and my credit cards. For extra safety I also grab my leg bag and pack it with my Kunai's that the gang gave me; the bag sits at the side of my hip so it can be easily covered by my cardigan.

I grab my phone and head to the kitchen shoving down 3 granola bars then heading to Peter's room to see if he's here, "Hey Peter, you home? Just want to check in real qui-" I say opening his door and walking in on a shocking sight. Peter was asleep in bed with a white-haired woman. I slowly close the door back and freak out a little in the hallway. Pulling out my phone I send him a text:

Hey Pete, knocking at your door and no answer,

assume you were sleeping.

I'm headed to Bleeker Street,

then to Sokovia. Luv U, Call me :)

11:53 am

I'll leave out the girl for now, I'll let him come to be about that when he's ready

Finally ready I head out and take a taxi to the Sanctum Sanctorum,

Why waste energy opening a portal when we live in the same city?

It was about a 35 min drive before I arrived, I tip my driver and head to the front door, and walk right in. Aimlessly I walk around looking at the mystic relics on display, As I stroll through I begin to hear screams in my ear and it's getting louder and louder. I begin following the sound trying to pinpoint its location. As I walk through the corridor I begin to hear flapping wings and naying horses with screams; I find myself in front of a sword display where the noise is at its loudest.

I hear the screams of women, but not damsels, they sounded like a warrior's cry, "Dragonfang" I hear a familiar voice say. The sound from the sword stopped; I turn around and see Strange standing there wearing grey sweats and a sweater and holding 2 cups of coffee. He was also wearing his cloak, which by the way, was waving at me making me smile uncontrollably, "Long time no see," he says handing me a cup.

"Thank you," I say taking a sip, "What's up with this sword"

"Dragonfang is the sword of a fallen valkyrie from Asgard. It has the tendency of calling out to powerful women, looking for a new wielder." He says

I lean forward looking down at the display, "Maybe one day we can be friends" I whisper to it

"So what do you need?" He asks

"Why do you assume I need something?" I say crossing my arms

"Because the last time I saw you, you threatened, and I quote 'to beat my ass' over a spell I don't even remember casting on Patrick"

"Peter!"

"I said Peter," He says straight-faced, "So what is it? Must be big," he says drinking his coffee

"I need backup," I say rolling my eyes, "the magic kind"

"That's it? Easy. Who are we after?" He asks

"Wanda Maximoff," I say taking a sip of my coffee

"Well shit"

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Shattered Reflections

Listening to this while you watch will feed the angst

A/N: Loosely based off of the Marvel Tv Series- MoonKnight. There will definitely be show spoilers but I highly doubt any comic spoilers as I have barely just started reading them. The first few chapters will be used to help the reader understand each character, what they know and don’t in this AU and set up relationships. This is my first time posting a fic and actually letting other people read it so please be nice! Constructive criticism is welcome :) I apologize if it gets slightly boring at some points, I just want to paint a clear picture of what is happening in the story so that no one will be confused on what’s going on or who knows what. As the story goes on you may notice the moonknight boys stray a little from how they are in the show but I tried to keep it as similar as possible while giving differences to create a story that wasn’t just a copy of the show with a different love interest. This fic will have fluff, HEAVY angst, triggering themes, talk about mental health, major character death and contain the relationships marc spector x oc / steven grant x oc and eventually jake lockely x oc. Also it is definitely a slow burn so im sorry. I know a lot of people don't like reading OC's fics so if that's not for you then don't feel forced to read, although you'd be missing out haha. There will be quite a few chapters so I hope you'll tune in. :) also not every chapter is depressing i swear

summary: Amaya Young meets a man named Marc Spector, they fall in love and get married, one day he disappears and a few months later she receives a phone call from a timid british man, steven grant.

please check out my introductory post for my OC, hopefully it'll help you warm up to her. You can find it linked here

Enjoy!

MINORS DNI 18+ !!!! CW- this chapter includes topics such as: toxic relationship, drugs, divorce, alcohol and unaliveing attempt and panic attack

Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter One- The flashback.

10 years ago in Cairo.

The air is cold, silent. The day has been long and boring. Today’s mission of recovering an Ancient Egyptian artifact was a bust.

“This was a waste of time.” Amaya mumbles to herself..

Grabbing her climbing gear, she headed to the exit of what was supposed to be the tomb of Alexander The Great, but contained nothing more than an empty sarcophagus.

“How am I supposed to pay the bills this month? This was gonna be a great score.” She continued mumbling.

As Amaya exits the underground structure, she spots a man standing tall by the vehicle she used to get here.

“Can I help you?” She asks the man.

He stands with confidence showing in his posture. He has dark brown hair with slight curls, messy and covered in sand from the desert. His eyes are dark brown with a piercing gaze. His skin is an olive tone, covered in dirt and grime. His white shirt is stained from the sand. He looks rugged and muscular. He is as beautiful as what Amaya imagined a god to look like.

“Couldn’t find anything huh?” The man replies.

“Bad intel I guess.” She says back, scoffing.

“What’s your name?” The man asks.

“Amaya Young.”

“Hi Amaya, I’m Marc, Marc Spector.”

✦

And that was the day Amaya Young (against her better judgment) fell in love. The relationship had a rocky start as it was clear they were both hiding things but eventually things started to work out.

5 years after meeting Marc, he proposes to her. Another 5 years pass where in that time Amaya finds out about Khonshu and that Marc Spector is his avatar. Over the next course of those 5 years, she and Marc worked side by side to recover ancient artifacts around the world, giving them back to their rightful owners.

Occasionally she’d pocket one or two to pay the bills, each time Marc would give a disappointed scowl but let it happen. Marc randomly disappeared at times for missions, never allowing Amaya to come along. He always stated they were too dangerous.

When Marc worked as Khonshu’s avatar he sported a white, hooded ceremonial suit with a crescent moon symbol on his chest, which added to his mysterious and formidable presence. He called himself Moonknight and said his mission was to “protect the travelers of the night”.

Eventually, Amya and Marc get a place together in London as they were sick of traveling the world, hopping from hotel to hotel. She never found out much about Marc’s past besides that he used to be a mercenary and that he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents. Marc likes to keep his secrets and while Amaya may not be a fan of it, she puts up with it because she loves him. Their relationship works because unbeknownst to Marc, Amaya has a few secrets of her own.

Besides trying to convince Marc that he should let her go on his missions with him, they are happy, sort of. If only it weren’t for Marc’s ability to do anything but tell the full truth and Amaya’s ability to never let herself be happy. The relationship had its ups and downs but they keep each other grounded.

However, one day, Amaya wakes up alone. Marc is gone. She assumes Khonshu called him for another mission until 24 hours of missed calls and texts passes. 24 hours turns into a week, which turns into 2 weeks, a month, and then someone knocks on her door.

knock knock

“This is for you Mrs. Spector.” The person hands her paperwork as she opens the door. Divorce papers from Marc.

“He didn’t even have the balls to sign the papers?” She asks as she shuts the door.

A few hours later

Amaya stared at the paperwork in her hand, “Divorce? Divorce? First he disappears, let’s me think he’s dead and now he wants a divorce?!” She screams out loud talking to herself as if somehow the louder she screamed, the more it would ease the pain. Amaya clutched her chest, she felt like the world around her was crumbling. She couldn’t breathe.

“Breathe, just breathe.” She said, trying to bring herself back to reality. It felt like the world was spinning around her, her vision cloudy her mind full of a million thoughts at once.

‘Fuck it.’ She thinks to herself. Suddenly her vision is clear and her heart rate returns to a normal pace as she grabs a pill bottle on her nightstand. Sometimes, Amaya felt like the less sober she was, the more it was like Marc was there with her. Like the tingling numbness that rushed over her body was Marc’s soft touch, like her blurry vision meant her ‘reality’ is actually just a nightmare and in the real world Marc was in bed next to her. She proceeded to take a handful of pills and felt the bitter taste in her mouth, gagging so much she nearly puked. She pulled out a bottle of vodka from under her bed in hopes to numb the taste of the pills from her mouth. But before she knew it, the bottle was empty too and she was now on the cold, hard tile of her bedroom floor.

A/N: Posting chapter 2 right after this bc i know this is super short!

read chapter 2 here

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