#platonic!Moon Knight x reader

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I just saw you also write for PJO, and I was wondering if you were willing to write a crossover oneshot with Moon Knight (no pairing, purely platonic) where Marc comes across a teen who seems to be being attacked by some thug. And when Marc goes to help her (despite Khonshu insisting that he shouldn’t, because he knows the kid is a demigod and the thug is actually a monster, and since he’s apart of the Egyptian pantheon, he doesn’t want to get involved with the Greek/Romans), and it revealed to him that the girl can handle her own, and with his help, kills the monster. She then reveals herself as a daughter of Demeter when Marc persists on knowing what that monster was and why Khonshu was so persistent in not getting involved. Depending on how you’d want to end it, after learning more about demigods and their lifestyle, maybe Marc can be like “I’m taking this kid in.” and just shows up at his and Layla’s safe house with the teen in tow, much to Layla’s confusion. Cause you cannot tell me Marc wouldn’t feel bad for this kid and would want to take them in.

If you’re not okay with writing this, totally understandable. It’s just that this crossover premise has a bunch of potential, and it’s a shame that there aren’t many stories with these two fandoms.

Hey anon! I know it’s been literally MONTHS since you sent this in but I just wanted to let you know that I’m working on it! Giant writing slumps have been kicking my ass but I’ve decided to force myself back to it! I can’t promise it’ll be out any time soon but as soon as I publish it I’ll update this post or reblog it with the link attached :D

also I do themed borders for all my stuff and I want to show u the one I made for this crossover cus I’m so insanely proud of it

AINT IT NEAT?!

[brnesblogposts]

Moon boys when you’re on your period!

pairing(s) gn!reader x steven grant, gn!reader x marc spector

warnings just fluff and comfort. mentions of everything a period entails.

a/n i didn’t write for Jake purely because i don’t know spanish and it’s 2am, this took a lot longer than i thought it would and it would take even more time to translate words into spanish to write his pov, BUT if you do want me to do a jake pov let me know and i will! when you know- it’s not the middle of the night :)

Steven

Steven was awoken by you stirring in your sleep, he leaned over to check the time on his phone, 4:14am. He didn’t want to wake you, knowing full well someone shaking you awake when you’re having a nightmare is not a pleasant experience nor does it make it any less scary.

He decided to take a gentle approach, without touching you he just started saying your name in a gentle tone.

Y/n”

“Y/n wake up love, it’s me, steven.” He saw your eyes stirring and continued to softly speak. “Love, you’re okay, you’re safe” Your eyes fluttered open “Steven?” He gently caressed your arm “I think you were having a nightmare” You looked perplexed, as if you didn’t recall a nightmare. “I don’t think I- OW, UGH” You started wincing all of a sudden, Steven’s eyebrow raised “Y/N? What’s wrong?!” A trace of concern in his voice.

“CRAMPS” You screeched out while balling yourself into a fetal position and taking deep breathes, “I must of been stirring because o- of my cramps” You were squeezing your eyes shut in sheer pain. “I’ll get your water bottle!” Steven rushed to get to the kitchen, but before he swiftly got out of bed he made sure to give you a kiss on your temple. He kept looking back at you while he waited for the kettle to boil, making sure you were okay despite the tremendous pain he knew you were in. Steven wished he could take it away, he’d rather have cramps then see you like this.

Steven quickly filled the bottle, wrapped a tea towel around it and made sure to grab two painkillers and some water on his way back. “Here you go, my darling” He spoke with the upmost sympathy as he placed the water bottle on your abdomen. “Thank you, my perfect boy” You replied and watched a tint of red takeover his face. “Sit up a bit for me, yeah?” You obliged and sat up as best you could while not inducing anymore pain, Steven handed you the tablets and you plopped them in your mouth. He held the glass up to your lips for you as you downed them then ever so gently pressed a loving and soft kiss that said “I’ve got you”.

Steven climbed back into bed and rubbed your back for about 45 minutes as you both waited for the meds and heat pack to kick in, and for the pain to subside. He heard your deep breathes turn into content sighs and took that as a sign that the pain was gone or at least mostly to a point where it was bearable. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, “I love you my darling, Y/n” And with that, he too drifted off into a peaceful sleep, still of course keeping an ear out for you, his person.

Marc

Marc was out getting a few food bits in, he’d left you on the sofa where you were reading a book. He wasn’t out ten minutes before he received s text. Can you buy me some pads pls? Off he went to the sanitary towel isle, little did he know just how many options there were. Between all the different brands, sizes, wings or no wings, he was out of his depth.

Which kind do you need, baby? He sent back to you, and within a few seconds you responded with a brand name and size, making his job a whole lot easier. He decided to cut his shopping trip short knowing you’d need these ASAP.

Marc arrived home and walked in to see you that you were nowhere to be seen, “IN HERE!” He followed the sound of your voice to find you in the bathroom. He handed off the pads and decided to surprise you, while you cleaned yourself up in which he had noticed you decided to go for a shower. Marc made you a hot water bottle, a cup of tea and was currently making you a plate of your favourite treats. He set them on a tray on the bed just as you stepped out the bathroom.

“Baby, how are you feeling?” His eyes showed how deeply he meant that, wanting to do everything he could to make you feel comfortable. “My cramps aren’t too bad yet, I have a little headache coming on and am craving sugar.” He could tell you were trying to downplay it, not wanting him to be too worried about you, he could see through you though.

“Oh Marc this is perfect!” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, “I was just about to say I feel like today is a bed day” You smiled, his favourite smile. He helped you settle into the bed, making sure your pillows were fluffed to your liking and set the tray over your lap and the water bottle on your abdomen. As he went to sit on the sofa you called after him “Baby? Can you stay with me? I just want to be with you” He didn’t hesitate a second and was next to you, feeding you grapes quite literally.

After a few minutes he noticed you tearing up “Marc, my sweet, perfect, most handsome boyfriend. What did I do to deserve you?” By this point tears started streaming down your cheeks. “You’re just so perfect, always making sure I feel loved and seen, listening to me ramble about things I know you don’t care about or when I come home from work and I’m in a bad mood you give me my space and don’t question it if I snap at you. I really don’t deserve you” You were in hysterics. Marc looked at you, upset that you’d ever question if you deserved him. Of course you did, you were the most amazing person he’d ever met, the most accepting, loving, caring person. You made sure him and his alters felt safe and if he was having a nightmare you were there to pull him out of it and calm him down.

He kissed your tear stained cheeks, no words spoken but the actions spoke louder, telling you that you did deserve him. Nothing was going to change that. He wrapped his arms around you and you tucked your head into his neck, after a couple minutes you’d seemed to calm down but he still held you, not letting go. Not until you wanted him to. Another 10 minutes passed and you still hadn’t peeled away, and that’s when he noticed you were asleep. Your eyelashes resting softly and your mouth parted. He kissed the top of your head and held you and never let go.

[anonymousewrites]

Burden of Truth (Book 1) Prologue

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Prologue: On the Precipice

Summary: In 2018, (Y/N) discovers grief as people turn to dust and the world turns to chaos.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Burden of Truth! Kind of a rough beginning, but, hey, how else do you become an Avatar to a god? Anyways, housekeeping: This is a platonic fic, so anyone who suggests anything inappropriate between an adult and minor will be blocked and deleted. That's pretty much it, but I wanted to make it clear. As for the actual fic, there aren't any warnings other than the violence that Marvel shows. I'm really excited to share this series! Please feel free to comment since I'm always up to answering questions and replying to comments. Plus it makes me keep writing. Without further ado, though, please enjoy!

2018…

            (Y/N) gasped for breath, but their lungs refused to bring in the air they needed. Every limb ached, and their heart beat against their chest. It stuttered, refusing to work correctly. The edges of (Y/N)’s visions blurred to black.

            Everything had gone wrong. They had thought this summer would be a beautiful one, traveling with their parents. Egypt was lovely, and (Y/N) liked to listen to their parents—anthropology and history professors—tell them about the rich history and culture of the country.

            Plus, they were far away from New York where strange aliens had recently attacked and fought Iron Man and a strange wizard. They were safe with their family and free to enjoy themself.

            And then people turned to dust.

            Screams echoed as loved ones disappeared before people’s very eyes. Cars crashed without drivers. Buses overturned and threw out people and sand. Cries went out as crashes sent metal through limbs—through torsos.

            Through (Y/N)’s torso.

            (Y/N) couldn’t even move to cover their chest as it bled. They didn’t try to. They knew they were dying. They didn’t want to (gods, please, no, I don’t want this I don’t want this) but they were.

            And they couldn’t even reach out to hold their mom and dad’s hands. (Y/N) felt like a child again, but unlike nightmares, they couldn’t run to their parents’ arms to feel safe. Even if they could, the chill of death had already taken their parents’ warmth and comfort.

            (Y/N) wished they’d all turned to dust. This was violent, painful, agonizing. Their parents had laid beside them in distress, calling out for help and rescue, dying. No one had come.

            And now (Y/N) was alone—the world hadn’t even been kind enough to let them die before their parents.

            This was just so wrong. Unfair. Unjust.

            “It is unjust.” A calm voice spoke.

            (Y/N) didn’t move. They couldn’t, and they were already dying. Their situation couldn’t get worse.

            “I can feel your pain.”

            This time, a woman, taller than humanely possible, appeared in their line of sight. She knelt among the dust and bodies of the bus and gazed at (Y/N).

            She was Egyptian, dressed in a red gown, and wore an intricate necklace of gold and turquoise. Multicolored Sleeves swept out with her arms like wings. Silky black hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyes were lined in kohl. An ostrich feather stood in a circlet and swayed in the wind.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the feather, and something in their chest pulled towards it.

            The woman tilted her head and watched them in assessment. “You sense the truth.”

            “Who…” (Y/N)’s hoarse voice died.

            “I am the goddess Ma’at.” The wind whipped around her as she spoke. “I am in search of a guardian. To uphold justice in the face of wrongdoing. To protect harmony from discord. To defend truth from falsehood.”

            (Y/N) coughed, and Ma’at tilted her head.

            “I can see the truth in your heart. You want justice for everyone who suffers like you,” said Ma’at. She leaned in. “Pledge yourself to me, pledge yourself to the truth, and I will give you the life to do so.”

            (Y/N) looked into Ma’at’s eyes and summoned all their strength left.

            “Yes.”

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2023…

            (Y/N) crouched on the roof and dropped onto the balcony below them. The house around them was quiet. The security guards were clueless to their approach, which was just fine. They didn’t want any attention.

            (Y/N) opened the sliding door of the balcony and slipped into the display room. They glanced around themself in distaste. None of the artifacts in glass cases belonged to the owner of this house. He’d “acquired” them in the aftermath of the Blip left countries in disarray, just so like many others.

            After the return of the Blipped, the problem of stolen artifacts had only gotten worse since the chaos had begun again, letting more people profit off the displaced people and their possessions.

            (Y/N) had spent years repatriating the stolen relics from the aftermath of the Blip. This man, Mr. Medrano, was among the worst offenders. He lied about his findings as an “archaeologist” and stole what he needed for glory. And along the way, he removed any competition. A thief, a liar, and a killer. Medrano was a man who brought injustice of all kinds to the world.

            And that was precisely what (Y/N) stood against—what Ma’at stood against.

            (Y/N) stopped in front of a case of Egyptian artifacts. Their eyes scanned the contents for the relic they were supposed to bring back to Egypt (send back, really, by way of another person. (Y/N) was still just a teenager, so they couldn’t send it back themself without raising suspicions. Luckily, putting something in a hidden box and not showing their face did the trick).

            (Y/N) frowned. The hieroglyphic tablet of Tethering wasn’t on the wall. It seemed they were later than expected, and Medrano had begun to work on translation.

            Which means it’ll be in his office.

            (Y/N) went to the door of the display room and peeked outside. No light, no movement. They moved into the hall and crept down towards the room at the other side of the house. Making sure their gloves were on—no sense leaving fingerprints—(Y/N) reached out and felt the door handle.

            The door was unlocked.

            Gently, (Y/N) opened it.

            Shick!

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they took a step back. A man in a white, bandage-like suit stood above Medrano. He pulled two crescent-shaped blades from his chest, and Medrano’s body slumped to the ground. The man paused and looked towards the door, the moon sighting the crescent-illusion in his hood and the symbol on the forehead and chest.

            “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here,” said the man, but (Y/N) felt in their heart that he wasn’t speaking to them.

            “Does it matter? Your job is to punish the wrongdoers in this mansion.”

            (Y/N) blinked as they heard a voice echo from behind them. It was a god’s voice. Not Ma’at, no, but most definitely a deity.

            “I won’t hurt a kid, Khonshu,” snapped the avatar, and his hood folded back.

            (Y/N) turned around and found themself staring up (really up) at a half-man, half-bird skeleton in white wrappings. This was Khonshu.

            “I’m not a wrongdoer,” said (Y/N) to Khonshu, holding up their hands. “I’m, uh, an Avatar.”

            At that, Khonshu and man stopped.

            “You can see him?” said the man, frowning warily.

            “I’m the Avatar of Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted. They weren’t used to saying that. “She’s the goddess of truth.” They could see the “truth” of the world more than others, and that included the gods that walked among them.

            “That ostrich is interfering with my work,” said Khonshu, irritated.

            “You are the one who is not supposed to interfere with human business,” said Ma’at’s calm voice, and (Y/N) glanced at the office’s large window to find her sitting on the sill.

            Khonshu’s avatar looked at the window but saw nothing. “Is another god here?”

            (Y/N) nodded sharply. This was a little too much. They were used to working by themself.

            “You are doing the exact same thing,” said Khonshu.

            “I am returning artifacts to our people,” said Ma’at. “I am not interfering in human life more than that.” She glanced at Medrano’s body. “Unlike some.”

            Khonshu tsked. “I am delivering justice.”

            “A type, yes,” said Ma’at.

            “Ma’at,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I’m going to take the tablet..”

            “Go ahead, (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “Khonshu will not harm you. You have done no wrong.”

            “They interfered with my work,” said Khonshu.

            “Irritating is not wrongdoing,” said Ma’at.

            (Y/N) decided to leave before the gods continued to argue. It made them uncomfortable. Then again, a lot of interaction did. (Y/N) hadn’t really gotten to slow down and make friends after 2018, so they’d grown used to their own company (or Ma’at’s). Everything else was business, and anything more was out of their realm of understanding.

            (Y/N) opened their bag and slipped the wrapped tablet carefully from the table inside. They looked decidedly away from Medrano’s body, glanced at Khonshu’s avatar, and left the room.

            If that’s what Avatars and gods outside of themself and Ma’at were like, (Y/N) didn’t want to meet them.

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2025…

            “(Y/N).”

            The now-seventeen-year-old raised their eyes from the book they were reading. “Yes, Ma’at?”

            “I have an important job for you.”

            (Y/N) frowned. Ma’at never described anything as “important.” Necessary? Yes. Important? No. Everything was equally pertinent to upholding justice and order to Ma’at.

            “I need you to retrieve a scarab.”

            “Who stole it?” asked (Y/N).

            “You are.”

            (Y/N) looked at Ma’at in surprise. “What?” Ma’at disliked any injustice or unlawful actions.

            “You are stealing the scarab of Ammit,” said Ma’at.

            Ammit.

            Ammit ruled the scales in the Judgement of the Dead. Ma’at was the Feather of Truth against which human hearts were weighed. One had abandoned true justice; one continued to defend it.

            And (Y/N) was stuck in the middle with the burden to protect the truth of it all.

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[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Marc: *in a fight with some random person and getting beat* Y/N HELP ME-

Y/N: *ordering food online* Are you in the mood for Italian or Chinese? What do you want?

Marc: You know what I want more than anything right now?

Y/N: Ooh, what?

Marc: *whispers* Come closer

Y/N: *goes closer and whispers* What?

Marc: *getting punched in the face* SOME FUCKING HELP-

[l3m0ncyan]

Y/N decides to mess with the Moon Boys (in a way)

Y/N: Yo I found one of your guys baby pictures *holds up a piece of paper*

Marc: *confused* wait how? let me see that

The picture:

Marc: …Y/N, what the fuck is that?

Y/N: it’s you as a baby

Marc: No it’s not-

Steven who just fronted: Oh I remember this! That day was lovely!

Marc from the headspace: Don’t encourage her

[aew-kun]

*⁠.⁠✧MoonKnight x teen!reader/child!reader/platonic!reader/Regressor!Reader Masterslist <3*⁠.⁠✧

(all for personal reasons lol :) will be updated as I find more)

( * - Agere Works)

Baby Scarab

New to life

Burden of truth

Scribe of the Gods

One finn wonder

Transitions

Friendly neighbourhood gift shopist

Help from your friends

Homophobic parents

Steven Grant as your older brother

Marc Spector as your older brother

How the Moonknight system is with a teen reader

Prom dress

Glimpse of the past

Guy in the chair

Reuniting

To the moon and back

Fatherhood

Grateful

Solo

Louder than words

The parkourist and the scarab

How to get fired

Tempers to rival

Idiots meet maths

Fish fascination

Water works

Chaotic normalcy

Shiny rock

Night stroll

Annoying partners

Their surprise

Magic

Would have stayed

By your side

Homework help

The best medicine

First meetings

Recruitment

Taken

Drunk

Proud

Harm

Piano lessons

School stress

Spiderkid

Anpu

No time

Falling asleep on them

Friends with the moon

Destructive

Quiet after a storm

Tickles

The librarian

Marc as a Caregiver *

Steven as a Caregiver *

Jake as a Caregiver *

Steven as a Caregiver PT 2 *

Nighty knight *

No fight *

Sleep time *

Little scarab *

Communication *

Little moon goes to school *

Protector of the night *

The goddess of caregiving *

Protector of the playground *

Halloween *

Lights will flicker *

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 67

A/N : its finally done- and its a small filler for whats about to come!!

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : omg you guys have been so mf patient, but you are finally being fed!!! i enjoy writing again and im back in my moon knight summer so HERE YA GO!!!

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

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

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, small smut scene minors dni, kiss and make up type shit idk, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

you were next to jake on the couch, frenchie on the other side of you as you sob your heart out into jakes chest.

you were just angry at the situation, and the more you thought about what casper said the more it affected you.

jake rubbed your back while glaring at his phone, debating on calling the poor kid and cussing him out.

frenchie was kind of out of place- he has kids, but none above the age of 10.

he just kind of sat on the other side of you offering silent support.

after you calmed yourself down, jake looked down at you and sighed. "i'm so sorry, mi vida"

"it's fine.. i know he didn't mean it" you sniff a few times before wiping your nose of your sleeve. "i just don't know what to do"

"i have an idea" frenchie speaks up, making both you and jake look at him. "..you can just talk to him you know? get to the bottom of why he acted out?" he offers and you nod slowly.

"i think that's my best option.. thank you frenchie" you say, and frenchie smiles.

jake nods at the man and looks back to you. "feeling a little better?" you nod at his question.

"yeah.. just.... really hungry all of a sudden"

"you should really get some fluids in you, you cried too much" steven pipes up and you sigh.

"can i have some pop tarts and juice?" you ask and jake nods, so you get up to move to the kitchen.

after you leave the room, jake grabs his phone and hits casper's contact, waiting for him to pick up.

frenchie gives him a disapproving look as casper answers.

"hello-"

"you better apologize to my daughter, i mean it. she came home crying because of you" jake says as calm as he can.

it's silent for a moment. "i- i know, sir i- i feel terrible. i'm bringing her flowers and more pop tarts tomorrow"

jake sighs. "good.. listen.. i...... i know you're a good kid. just let her- us help you okay?" casper nods even though jake can't see him.

"okay.. i'll explain everything to her i promise"

"good. she'll see you at school tomorrow then"

"thank you, sir"

"my name is jake and you know it"

"right- sorry"

jake lets out a singular laugh. "goodbye for now, hart"

"okay.. bye jake-"

jake hangs up before casper could get the rest of his words out, coincidentally as you walk back into the room with your snack and your juice.

you sit back down in between frenchie and your dad, opening your package of pop tarts.

"do i have to go to school tomorrow?" you ask and jake nods, making you groan.

"i don't want to though- i- ill clean the house just let me stay-"

"no."

you glare at jake and eat your pop tarts, taking sips of your juice every now and then.

it was an uneventful rest of the night. you were talking frenchies ear off, though he didn't mind.

you reminded him of his first daughter, unable to ever shut her mouth.

he means that in the nicest way possible.

the next morning was hell though.

you basically fought all your dads while trying to convince them that you're sick, or dying so that you could stay home.

you were sadly out the door on time.

you clenched your fists in your pockets as you walked on the sidewalk, until you heard rushed footsteps behind you.

you turn around to see casper, with a box of pop tarts and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

you unclench your fists as he stops in front of you, just staring at you.

"i.. i'm so sorry y/n.." he starts and you rush forward to hug him.

"i know.. it's okay" you assure him.

"but it's not- i took my anger out on you and that wasn't fair.. i should've just told you what was going on-"

"hey.. it's okay. you are doing the right thing" you let go of him to look him in the eye.

"i never stopped loving you, not even for a second. i- i was just so- so mad" he says.

you nod and smile gently at him. "we can talk about that later okay..? at my place?"

"can we uh.. actually go to mine. i don't want to leave allison and mom alone for too long"

"of course. i just have to call my dads after school" you nod at him and he sighs.

"i got these for you.." he holds up the flowers and the pop tarts.

you smile and hug him again. "thank you. you didn't have to do that"

"i wanted to. it's only fair" he responds and you let go of him to take the flowers.

"they're beautiful" you smell the flowers, taking your free hand and holding his.

"not as beautiful as you-"

"okay, let's get going" you laugh, dragging him along towards the direction of your school.

"but i was just saying-"

you cut him off by laughing, which makes him glare at you before raising an eyebrow, deciding to leave it alone.

~~~

it was already after school, and you were waiting for casper right outside your school while dialing your dads number.

"what do you want?" marc asks as soon as he answers and you scoff.

"hello to you too, dad" you start. "i was wondering if i could-"

"yeah, go ahead just be home before 10"

"why are you encouraging it? what if i wanted to bone him, would you still be okay with it?"

marc sighs. "just be home before 10. i love you"

"i love you too" you laugh before hanging up.

you wait a couple more minutes and the last few people come out of the school, your brows furrowing when you don't see casper.

you do see your math teacher though, so you approach her.

"uh- mrs. harper?" you tap on her shoulder and she turns around.

her long blonde hair swings behind her as she turns around. "oh, y/n, shouldn't you be heading home?"

"yes, but casper- did you see him in there? i've been waiting for him out here and he's not usually this late" you explain and she frowns.

"no, i'm sorry y/n. i haven't seen him, i would check inside, he could be talking to another teacher" she offers and you nod.

"thank you" you say and you rush inside as the teacher smiles to herself, seeing that chivalry wasn't completely dead.

you rush through the hallways, checking all the open classrooms, but not finding him.

that's when you hear a 'thud' come from the nearby boys bathroom.

you walk over and press your ear to the door, hearing muffled voices. you crack the door open, but don't look inside.

"casper..? is that you?" you ask into the air and you hear another voice.

"say anything, and you're dead" you recognized that voice. it was that ferret boy, and there was no doubt he was giving casper a hard time.

you roll your eyes and enter the boys bathroom, seeing that casper was on the floor, leaning against the wall while holding his arm.

and the ferret boy, he was standing a few feet away from where casper was, both looking over at you in shock.

"come on, this is pathetic" you say. "why can't you just leave him alone- he didn't do anything to you" you move to help casper up when the blonde blocks your path.

"well, now that i have both you freaks here, i think it'll save me some time" he cracks his knuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

before he could do anything, you trip him over and pin him to the ground, keeping a knee on his back to keep him down.

it all went by so fast, and the blonde lets out a shaky breath. "wh-what the fuck is wrong with you?!" he yells.

you roll your eyes again and get off of him, helping casper up and rolling his sleeve up to see a large bruise on his arm.

the blonde gets up and brushes himself off. "you'll pay for that.." he rushes over again, and you push casper out of the way so you could stop the blonde from hurting him.

you catch his fist in your hand and twist it, causing him to wince.

you let go and back up a step, as if challenging him to do it again.

he just pants and reaches his arms out, and without thinking, you shoot a web out to stick his arms to the wall.

everything goes silent.

"shit.." casper whispers, grabbing onto your sleeve.

"you- you're her! you're arachnid!-" the blonde yells and you shush him.

"oh my god- no- this can't be happening-" you put your hands on your knees, hyperventilating.

casper puts a hand on your back. "please- jones-"

"..how do you know my actual name? i know you call me 'ferret' behind my back" he argues.

you scoff. "we've been going to school together since middle school-"

"and then you disappeared and became weird" he interrupts.

casper steps in front of you, glaring at jones. "she's not weird, it's just a mental illness- and it's not even an illness-"

"casper it's fine- just- jones please- you can't tell anyone.." you plead, feeling ultimately stupid for letting yourself slip up like that.

jones just scoffs. "i've just discovered your deepest darkest secret. you think ill just keep it to myself?" he asks sarcastically, trying to get him arm feee from the wall behind him.

you stare at casper uncomfortably, unsure of what to do.

"dude, this could get her arrested!" casper tries and jones just rolls his eyes.

"so?"

"so i wouldn't be able to help people anymore.. and my parents would be alone" you answer coldly.

"we have moon guy for that" jones replies and you shake your head.

"not to be self centered, but without me, 'moon guy' would go underground again" you respond and jones sighs.

"...i'll keep your secret. but it will cost you" he says and you roll your eyes.

"fine"

"i get inside information on your little rendezvous', and i want to know the whole deal with your 'dads'" he says and you tilt your head.

he wants to know about you? strange. but it's negotiable.

"alright.. deal-"

"uh, no." casper interrupts. "you are not-"

you take casper's arm and lead him a bit away from where jones was still stuck to the wall.

"casper i'm in no position to not take that deal.. you understand i've- i've killed people, right?" you say in a hushed voice and he sighs.

"i just don't want him taking advantage of you.." he admits and you take his hands in yours, squeezing them reassuringly.

"i know, cas. listen, i love you, but i have it handled" you give him a nervous smile and he sighs again.

"if you're sure.. and i love you too" he smiles back and you nod before turning back to jones.

you take the webs off of jones arm. "we have to leave.. there's a back entrance right outside, we can't let a teacher see us.." you lead the way, sneaking out of the bathroom, the two boys following you.

once outside, jones speaks up. "so.. do the webs come out of anywhere else?"

casper chokes on air. "dude-!"

you sigh. "no. every single person that knows has asked me that, and the answer is always a hard no" you answer.

"did you grow extra limbs?" jones asks, a bit out of character.

"interesting question, but no" you look to him for a split second, then you turn to casper who was on the other side of you, looking all jealous that another man was talking to you.

boo hoo, ghost.

you just silently held his hand while the three of you walked up to this gorgeous mansion.

"this is my home- i'll see you guys tomorrow!" jones uncharacteristically smiles and rushes inside his house.

you blink a few times and turn to casper "that was so weird.."

"yeah" he responds shortly and the two of you begin your walk to his house in a sort of tense silence.

~~~

you arrive at casper's house, and once you both go in grace looks to the door, visibly relieved to not see her husband.

casper goes over to grace, hugging her before you approach the two of them.

"grace.. i know it's not my place but we can help you.." you start and she smiles gently at you.

"i think i'm ready, as well as my children.. we will accept anything from you and your family" she says and you nod, also relieved.

"whatever you need, we can give you" you say to her, and she tears up a bit.

she smiles and rushes over to hug you tightly. "god bless you, y/n.." she whispers as you hug her back.

"i uhm- im going to take allison to the park.. we- we'll be back in an hour" she suddenly pulls away, going to allison's room.

"allison has been stressed lately, the park calms her down" casper explains to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

grace comes back out with allison and her eyes light up when she sees you, rushing over to hug your legs before waving quickly and running out the door, leaving grace to also wave and catch up to allison.

"well i hope they have fun.." you sigh, taking off your shoes as casper does the same

"so... what should we do now?" casper asks as the two of you stare at each other awkwardly.

"maybe start packing essentials..?" you offer and he nods, both of you going to his room.

~~~

"come on- just stick your hand back there it's fine!"

"no! i don't want my hand to be icky-"

"it's not that bad"

"then you do it-"

"but i can't reach"

you and casper had been arguing about who was going to reach behind his dresser to unplug his lamp, the dresser in which was bolted into the floor as it came with the house.

"...you're openly admitting your arms are shorter than mine?" you ask, smirking as you hold your arm out, and taking casper's to compare arm length.

he scoffs and yank his arm away, rolling his eyes.

"do you think i'll need to pack my pillows and stuff?" he asks and you hum.

"i've seen the place before, you'll be all set.. but i would still bring it. it'll be your new home after all" you tell him carefully, in a gentle tone.

he looks to you, taking your hands in his. "y/n.. i'm scared" he confesses, his voice shaking.

your brows furrow as you two step closer, so that you could cradle his face in your hands.

"i know.. but you're so strong, cas. i know this is the only home you've ever known but.. i really think you and your family will benefit. just think about your mother- your absolute gem of a mom- she will have the freedom she deserves- we already have job interviews set up for her.. does she like libraries? or uh- coffee shops because i-"

casper puts a finger to your lips to pause your speaking.

"y/n i love you. so so much- you don't have to do this for us-"

"i want to, casper.. we want to" you assure him, smiling gently.

he smiles as well, visibly relaxing.

"now quit moping around, i want to see what you have hidden in the back of your closet" you let go of him to stumble through piles of utter junk while he protests.

"y/n, baby, sweetheart, please don't-"

you pick up an old record player, sitting in the corner of a shelf. "what's this..? you have records?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"a few..." he scratches the back of his head, helping you out of the closet and putting the record player on his empty nightstand.

he opens his top dresser drawer and pulls out a frank sinatra record, the album being 'nice n easy'.

"awww cute" you hug casper from behind as he carefully puts the record onto the record player, adjusting the needle as music starts playing quietly.

you recognized it as 'fools rush in', and that's when you start swaying along with the music, still having your arms wrapped around casper.

he chuckles airily and turns around in your arms, grabbing your wrists gently and putting one over his shoulder and holding the other.

"you're so sappy, love" you rest your cheek on casper's chest as you both slowly dance around his almost empty room.

"you're the one who started this, dear" he responds, and you purposely and proudly step on his foot, making him pinch your side.

after the small interaction, you go through quite a few songs, just enjoying swaying along with the music and being in each others presence.

you bring your head up to rest your forehead against casper's, closing your eyes.

casper leans forward, capturing his lips with yours, slowing the dancing even further as he moves his hands to your waist, and you move yours thrown sloppily around his neck to keep him close.

you feel bold and slide your tongue against casper's bottom lip, making him open his mouth slightly for you to lick up into his mouth.

it gets steamy pretty quickly, and before you know it, your shirt is halfway across the room, and your straddling casper's lap on his still made bed kissing and sucking at his neck.

casper lets his eyes close as he breathes out slowly and shakily, running his hands up and down your sides, fingers nearing your bra clip.

you tug at his shirt as he unclips your bra, both of you sitting up to take said items off, casper's hands finding your breasts, kneading them as he pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

you let out a breathy moan as he does so, lightly tracing casper's bare chest with your fingers, circling around the scars on his abdomen.

he notices your stare at the healed wound, taking your hand in his and looking up at you.

"hey.. we don't have to do this right now-" he starts but you cut him off by delivering a quick kiss to his lips.

"i want to- sorry i.. i got distracted for a second.." you apologize, cleaning your head. "i really, really want to do this-"

casper chuckles at your eagerness, flipping the two of you over so that your back is flat on the bed, casper already untying the band on his sweatpants.

you do the same with yours, and it leaves you both nearly bare to each other, only being covered by your lower undergarments.

casper takes the band on your panties gently with his fingers, slowly pulling them down along your legs.

you're both looking into each others eyes when me leans down to kiss you, instantly moaning and letting his tongue explore your mouth.

casper brings a hand down to your sex, circling your clit with his thumb while gently pushing his middle and forefinger through your wet folds, making you let out a shaky breath before moaning into casper's mouth.

you feel his hard on press into your thing, making you break the kiss. "wait- do you have a condom here?" you ask, and casper reaches into one of his packed bags right by the bed.

"of course i do, we're too broke to be teen parents"

you laugh before focusing more on the moment as casper rips the condoms package open before throwing it to the floor, sliding the condom onto his hardening cock.

unbeknownst to you, casper bit his tongue to prevent himself from finishing just by you touching him. 

you just blink down at him, smiling as he gently flips you both over, now having your back on the bed while casper hovers over you. he smiles back, positioning himself over you so that the tip of his cock was lined up with your entrance.

taking in a deep breath and holding it, casper cradles your face while starting to push into you. "breathe, y/n.." he reminds you.  

you feel your eyes roll back into your head as casper sinks fully into you, and you let out a lengthy moan while your arms wrap around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. you both stay still while casper reminds you to breathe again, and you nod when you're ready for him to move.

casper slowly starts thrusting himself in and out of you, and if you were in a different headspace the noises of it would have bothered you. your nails dig almost impossibly deeper into caspers shoulders, and he leans down to start kissing your neck.

you lean your head further back, letting casper suck hickeys on every inch of you he could reach. your legs tighten around his waist as his thrusts get deeper and slower, hitting your sweet spot perfectly every time.

"cas- i.. i'm close-" you whine, leaning forward to hide your face in caspers neck, biting down on his shoulder as his breathe hits your ear.

casper lets out a lengthy moan into your ear, his thrusts becoming more erratic before he brings a hand down to start circling your clit again. you bite down harder on caspers shoulder as you moan, legs starting to shake violently before you feel yourself release.

your eyes close as you move your head away from caspers shoulder, laying it down on the pillow below you as you catch your breath.

casper finishes a few seconds after, almost collapsing on top of you while he softens inside of you. he brushes a few damp strands of hair from your face, planting a kiss on your cheek as he slowly moves off of you. a whine bubbles up from your throat at the feeling of him leaving you.

"come on, hon, let's get you cleaned up. i think there's still some towels in the bathroom" he tells you, lifting you to sit up and wrapping your shoulders in the blanket that was folded on his bed. he helps you stand and he wraps the blanket tighter around you as he leads you to the bathroom.

"thank you cas, i love you"

"i love you too, y/n/n"

~~~

you and casper had showered together, cleaning each other of any proof that you had done coitus. everything had been cleaned, and certain things had been thrown away as well.

you were now helping casper, grace, and allison unpack their things into their new house while jake and layla went to get the last of their belongings.

"how do you like your new room?" you ask allison, putting up the last poster for her. she smiles up at you before hugging your legs. you grin from ear to ear as you pat the top of her head. grace peaks into the room, eyes softening at the sight, her tense shoulders sinking into their more relaxed form.

"ms ha- grace- will you guys be alright here?" you ask and she instantly nods. "i've never felt safer.." she says with a smile.

you nod and allison lets go of you, letting you go to the front door ro get your shoes on. casper meets you there, handing you your jacket.

"i'll see you at school, cas" you say, putting your jacket on.

"of course, my love" he wraps his arms around your waist.

you snort and scrunch your nose a bit. "you're getting more corny by the second" you say out loud, wrapping your arms around his neck.

casper rests his forehead against yours. "anything for you, my darling honeybun-" 

"get off me"

"no- y/n- baby i'm sorry-"

"no, we are breaking up"

"..."

you press a small kiss to caspers cheek before opening their front door.

"i love you, see you tomorrow" you laugh, turning to leave.

casper laughs as well. "yeah, i love you too. dork" he mumbles to himself, knowing you could hear him.

you simply smile and begin your short journey home.

~~~

you unlock your door and go inside, expecting to see one of your dads and layla since they finishes helping with caspers family and their stuff a bit ago. yet, you didn't see or sense anyone.

and frenchie was gone as well..

odd.

that's when you felt it... the tingle, but it was sharper than usual.

and that's when khonshu and taweret appeared right in the middle of your living room.

~~~

A/N : cliffhanger. sorry not sorry. i truly love each and every one of you :)

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[mgparker]

recruitment gone… right?

platonic!steven grant/marc spector x teenage!reader

summary: who in their right mind sends a teenager to recruit a dangerous vigilante all on their own? oh sam and fucking bucky.

warnings: teenage avenger reader, inaccuracies, clueless steven being an overall mess and a huge cap fan, violence, swearing, gen z shit? perhaps idk, 2k word count

request: ‘can you do a father figure Marc Spector/Steven Grant x A teenage avenger who was sent to recruit him? I imagine the reader being a typical Gen Z kid with a sarcastic sense of humor, but meaning well.’

notes: loosely based off this request i got MONTHS ago. i’m so sorry it’s taken forever this has literally been in my drafts for a year. not a whole lot of father figure-ing going on but i think it’s a funny little neutral recruitment blurb/one-shot. enjoy. also not sure if this is gen-z enough but i was not going to make this obnoxiously “relatable”

“It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Sam, I want you to think about what you just said. Then think about who you’re talking to. And then… consider the possibility that your plan might actually work if you send Barnes.”

A distant voice shouted through the speaker of your phone. “No can do, kid. Recruitment is below my paygrade now!”

You rolled your eyes, shuffling down a busy sidewalk in the midst of London. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I’m talking to the big champs now.”

You heard Sam chuckle in amusement, and you could imagine him shaking his head at your words. “You know what you gotta do. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can get back to base. Kick some ass with the big champs.”

“Yeah, yeah,” it was time to get serious. “Got it, Wilson. I’ll check in later.”

Instead, it was Bucky who answered. “You’ve got this, squirt!” 

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even give Sam a chance to get a word in before you were ending the call, stuffing your phone into your pocket and narrowing in on the bus stop ahead. 

This is stupid, you thought as you waited a safe distance away. You couldn’t risk your target spotting you before you could properly assess them. Who in their right mind sends a teenager—a freaking teenager—to recruit one of England’s most dangerous vigilantes?

You’re not scared—you were far more than capable to defend yourself, even against the famed Moon Knight—but it feels out of your way, something you’ve never been asked to do. But of course, as an Avenger, this was your duty.

You couldn’t help but think of this whole thing as a personal attack. With Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson assuming the mantle of interim leaders of the Avengers (or rather what remains of them), this whole mission seemed like their version of a practical joke. 

Those two loved you with all their heart, you didn’t doubt it, but they take the role of “fun uncles” a bit too seriously. 

But anyway, this recruitment... This isn’t fun. Not in the slightest.

This is like being a salesperson. 

Shudder. 

Finally, you catch sight of your target—Steven Grant, an extremely sleepy, stumbling gift-shoppist who had appeared at the bus stop surprisingly early for once.

He seems gentle enough, guard mostly down, clutching his bag with a paranoid grip but that was the only thing tense about him. He’s technically older than you, not ridiculously so, but a bit younger than Sam.

You watch as his lips start forming some words; it’s subtle, nothing anyone would really notice unless they were analyzing him piece by piece like you currently were.

Ah. You realized with a pleased smile. Steven Grant and Marc Spector are working together. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of the bus arriving, squeaking loudly as it stopped in the street. 

Showtime. 

There was a click in your brain, or that’s what it felt like at least, and a quick scanning of your surroundings made it easy to instantly blend in. 

Steven Grant was having a decent morning. He actually woke up in time, ate a decent breakfast, and rushed out of the house with ten minutes to spare. 

Even Marc had been pleasant this morning, making unusual small talk as Steven went about his business, getting ready for work. 

And everything was well. Up until now—as he stood in the bus, trying to keep himself from falling asleep on the passengers around him, despite the extra shot of espresso he’d slipped into his drink this morning. 

Steven. 

He jolted awake, pulling his head away from a man’s shoulder with a small ‘sorry!’

But before he could doze off once more, something odd came over him. A strange tingling feeling, as if he was being watched. 

It snapped the drowsiness right out of his system, eyeing everyone suspiciously. 

You feel it too, don’t you? Something isn’t right. 

“What—” He mumbled quietly, searching for the source but coming up emptyhanded.

There was nothing peculiar or odd about his fellow commuters. 

So, he continued about his day, feeling that unsettling eye on him at all times but unaware as to its source. 

It was only when his shift was over, that he was walking home, that he decided this charade had gone on for far too long. 

Despite Marc’s pleas to let him front, Steven stopped in his dead tracks, away from any curious eyes. 

“Oi, who’s there?”

Great job, Steven. If that isn’t the most cliché thing to say before the main character gets killed in a horror movie. Marc sighed. 

“Shut up,” hissed Steven quietly. “You know I don’t watch horror movies—”

Steven blinked and suddenly you’re there, standing in front of him as if you’d been there the entire time. 

“AH!” 

The scream echoed down the alley, high-pitched and nearly startling you into a similar yelp. 

But you were quite used to your presence spooking others, it’s a part of your abilities that you’d never been able to control. 

Chest heaving and cheeks tinted with embarrassment, Steven gave you a suspicious glare. 

“Oh, it’s—it’s just a kid,” he tried to brush off his embarrassing reaction. 

You scoffed, a bruise to your ego. “Not just a kid.”

“Well, I know what I’m seeing,” Steven argued. “And you look like a child—“

“Firstly,” you’re staring at Mr. Knight’s suit, taken aback by the change in his appearance that you’d apparently triggered by startling him so bad. “I’m seventeen. Second, I thought you had a whole—“

You aimlessly motioned around your head in a sort of halo way, confusing the ever fuck out of Steven who just stood there blankly.

“A whole w-what?” He gaped, desperate to know what you— a complete stranger — had to say about his kickass suit.

“You know, a whole cape thing goin’ on.”

Ha! Colonel Sanders.

Steven wished there was a way to punch Marc.

“Now, you’re just talking about my lesser counterpart,” Steven shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he had just been offended to the core.

“Ouch, hard feelings?”

Steven pulled his lips to the side. “You could say that— wait. How do you know about—?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” you interrupted. “I was sent here on behalf of an organization that is really interested in having you join our ranks. Normally, they’d send someone else but you’re stuck with me so—“

“What organization? What ranks? You’re hiring?” I guess we’re both interrupting each other now. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even if the task was annoying, you wouldn’t be returning to base with a new recruit if you hit him with a bunch of attitude.

Patience was not your strongest virtue. “Not exactly. As soon as you put that blade down, maybe we can talk some more.”

Steven looked down with a jolt, as if he hadn’t realized he’d been white-knuckling the weapon since you appeared.

Slowly, he started to store the blade before Marc cut in hastily. Hello? Are you seriously letting a kid tell you what to do? A kid who appeared out of thin air?

Steven caught Marc’s glare in the reflection of a small puddle, the road damp from London’s regular showers. He looked much more menacing than Steven, even with his half-assed suit. 

He hadn’t said it yet, but Steven knew Marc was aching to take over. And it was probably the smartest option- Steven wasn’t the best at confrontation. 

“Don’t hurt a minor please,” he pleaded quietly. Marc narrowed his eyes at the notion. But he nodded his head dismissively.

With a sigh, Steven allowed Marc to front.

All the while, you minded your own business as well as you could, staring at the sky suspiciously. You wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had sent Redwing to spy on you. Not because he didn’t trust you of course, but because him and Bucky loved to get a laugh in whenever they could. 

“Alright, let’s cut the bullshit. Who sent you? Harrow?” 

You nearly gave yourself whiplash from how fast your head snapped forward. 

The suit was different, cape billowing behind him, and eyes even whiter than before. They seemed to glow-- no, they were glowing-- and glare into the depths of your soul. You were almost intimidated.

“Who the hell is Harrow? Absolutely not. Since you asked so nicely, I was sent on behalf of Captain America.”

Captain America? He gripped the crescent blade tighter. 

He considered your words carefully, staring at you with the utmost suspicion. Lip curling up, head already starting to shake in disapproval, annoyance consuming him altogether— 

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s- that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. “It is pretty cool,” you shrugged thirty minutes later, chewing through a particularly large bite of your warm bagel. You were sat in the corner of a small, dingy bakery. What it lacked in aesthetics, the bakery definitely made up for in flavor.

“Do you think you could maybe, like I dunno, introduce us?” Steven asked with an excitement that barely kept him still in his seat.

You’re surprised he hasn’t gathered the attention of everyone else in the bakery, but for once, you’re not the one worried about being on the opposite end of a judgmental eye.

Being an Avenger in these post-Blip days isn’t as easy as it was before… stack that on top of being a ‘child’ and it’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

‘They’re too young!’

‘They can barely contain their abilities!’

‘The Avengers already ruined our lives before! Why should we trust a child?!’

Even if you denied it a million times, there was always a small part of you that craved their approval. Their vote of trust…Maybe this mission would help with that, once they learned that it was you who got the infamous bad-guy-turned-good Moon Knight to join the world’s mightiest superheroes…

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly you who got Steven to willingly agree. But there was absolutely no way in hell you were ever telling Sam that it was his pull that got the deal sealed.

“Sure,” you smiled back at Steven who just about died at your response. The coffee in his mug jostled out and splashed onto the table. “Big Captain America fan?”

“As of late,” Steven grinned. “So, when do we leave? Is—” He gasped suddenly and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is Captain America coming to pick me up?”

Jesus Christ. Marc groaned. This was a fucking mistake. 

Steven ignored him and looked at you expectantly.

You glanced up from your phone where you’d been rapidly typing something up. You did a double-take as you processed his question.

“Absolutely,” you deadpanned. “He’ll send a car for you. Probably meet you at the airport with his private jet.”

Steven’s eyes grew wider with every word. Marc was scowling in the reflection of the window behind you.

“Bollocks...” he breathed, staring down at his lap in disbelief. 

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t even know what to say. I mean, who—who would’ve thought they would send a seventeen-year-old to recruit little ole me—”

You saw something click in his brain. He looked up with glazed over irritation. “...you’re... you’re not being serious.”

“Of course, I’m not being serious, Grant. I got here alone and I’m more than capable of getting us back to base. You can save the fangirling for when we finally touch down alright? He’ll meet us there.”

Steven pursed his lips at you. 

Rolling your eyes, you finished your text and locked your phone with a click. “I’m being serious this time.”

Excitement poured into his gaze again. You’re not sure how Marc feels about it, only that after explaining yourself in very, very specific detail, he was open to the discussion. But it must be a mutual decision at this point. You doubt Steven would’ve gotten this far if his counterpart was fighting against it.

“Marc is on board?”

“Absolutely.”

Don’t lie. I’m regretting this more and more each second.

Steven continued. “Should I... should I pack my bags?”

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” you agreed nonchalantly.

“... now?”

You tapped your phone and glanced at the time. “If you want to make our flight in less than an hour, I’d say so.”

“Bollocks!” Steven exclaimed, nearly knocking the table over on his mad dash out the door. 

You snickered as he slammed into a lady on his way out. 

—————> the big champs + bucky

you: i’m expecting a promotion when i get back. and for you two to get off my ass already 

redwing’s bitch: I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard. Proud of you, kid

you: 😐

you: thanks i guess... expect a meet and greet when we get there. he’s probably going to be up your ass. steven’s your biggest fan. marc not so much.

you: and don’t worry bucky, they didn’t mention you at all <3

bucky bitchy barnes: fuck off. I have a fanbase. It’s on tweet.

you: wtf is tweet

bucky bitchy barnes: Don’t fuck with me you know what tweet is. 

you: my brother in christ... you mean to say twitter :,)

bucky bitchy barnes: I hate, no DETEST, your generation. 

ha ha

— elle <3

[ravenwriter16]

Star's Don't Shine They Burn, Info!

I wanted to post about each of the MAIN characters in my fic! SOOOOOOOOOOO, HERE WE GO!

Y/n:

YOU are THE main character of my fic. I won't get too deep into your past (Spoilers) but what you should know is that you are a Mage, you had a crappy childhood before being found by the three Automatrons, and a MAJOR incident caused you to finally run away from your Royal Life with Sun, Moon, and Eclipse.

You ran away, caught a one-way boat out of the capital, and hitchhiked a wagon. There you meet a 'Straight-to-the-point' Ogre, who lets you stay with him for a price.

There you learn all kinds of new skills, skills that don't require magic. For eight years you live a peaceful life, taking over the land while the Ogre-Ivan-went off to travel the world.

You also have a stutter that only comes out when you're very scared or uncertain of something.

Sun:

Sir Sun is your (ex) Dad. He's one of the three emperors that rule over the land.

He can wield Mana, just like his two husbands can. He mostly uses it as during combat, either as a defense or an offense.

Sun is the leader of the Celestial Guard, an order of Knights he founded when he was crowned emperor.

He LOVES to do arts & crafts with you. As well as teach you how to use a sword, how to size up an opponent, and how to use your wits during a battle. He also encouraged you to be adventurous and would often get you both in trouble

He was the one who lead out scouting missions himself to find you when you ran away. He's also the one who finally tracked you down after meeting with an informant

Some things he would say: "Out a bit more elbow grease into your swing, Bunny! There you go! Look at you! A born natural!" "You're doing great! Just DON"T LOOK DOWN!...AND DON"T TELL YOUR PAPA OR FATHER!!" "It'll all be okay in the end, sweetie...Someday you'll see..."

Moon:

Mage Moon is your (ex) Papa. He's also one of the three emperors.

His mana is more potent than Sun's and his knowledge of the Mystical is second to none.

Moon is the Head Mage of the Academy of Mana, where he also leads an elite group of mages called the Order of Lunara. All mages that serve in the order are trained by him personally.

He was the one who found you in the first place, sensing an unknown and unheard-of power in you (Which I will explain in later chapters). After a few more trips to your run down home, he decided to take you to the palace, were you met Eclipse and Sun.

Moon was also the one who taught you to read and write, as well as how to control your Mana and cast simple spells, such as creating a small flame, or making something levitate.

When you ran away, he locked himself in his study, trying all kinds of spells and runes to see if he could find you or any trace of your Mana from any complicated spells you might have used.

Some things he would say: "The pen is mightier than the sword...But a Mana infused Stone Golem trumps any pen you use." "Shh, it was only a nightmare, Starlight. I'm here and I'll never let any nightmare touch you again. I swear." "The pain is only temporary...Know that this hurts me more than it hurts you...It'll be okay...just a few more minutes..."

Eclipse:

Alright...This Automatron...is basically the one in charge of the WHOLE empire. He's the main emperor because he does ALL the Royal stuff. He doesn't have an order he teaches or guards he trains.

He just does all the paperwork and goes to meetings and such and such.

His Mana is WAY more potent than his husbands. And his knowledge on the dark arts is astounding. In his free time, he even does small experiments, jotting down results in one of his many journals.

He instantly fell in love with you when your first met. After that he immediately called you his heir and gave you everything and anything you could need and desire.

You would mostly spend your days with him, since Sun and Moon were busy with other people and Eclipse was bored with paperwork.

You both would have tea together, go shopping in the city market, settle down in the library and practice your reading. You would learn everything there is to know about being a princess and he even taught you how to dance and play instruments.

When you ran away, he went...well MAD. He searched for you high and low, paranoid that someone would know where you went, or was keeping you prisoner. He would imprison and torture anyone who he thought was keeping you from him.

Multiple times Sun and Moon had to calm him down when he took thing sway too far. Like attacking a visiting royal for no reason.

He was fuming by the fact that he couldn't go out there and search for you himself, but his husbands convinced him to stay and run the Empire.

Some things he would say: "One, two, three. One, two, three. Excellent work Starfire! At this rate you'll be the best dancer in the entire Empire! HaHa!" "I know, I know. I'm sorry I can't play with you right now, love. But I have to look over these reports...hm...Why don't you sit down at the piano over there and play me one of your songs?" "I. Regret. NOTHING! Everything I have done; I have done for YOU!" That's enough of my info dumping! Hope you've enjoyed!

[bamboobooshark]

STEVEN GRANT X READER

₊˚⊹☆ 🤍 .*+ AS LONG AS IM HERE : 920 WRDS

!! NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN !!

Prompt by @noahsresources

Steven's younger friend groaned to themselves as they lied in his bed. Recently they'd really been in the trenches as far as their mental health. So many things were happening back to back in their life. Family problems, lack of motivation, failure at their favorite things; it was all too much. Steven, thankfully, realized something was up the second they started responding to his texts so dryly. He invited them over to his flat to try and bring them some comfort. Despite how little social interaction they got with others, they'd never pass up a chance to hang out with him, or even be in his space.

A soft knock combined with the sound of keys clanking against each other came from the outside of his door. "I'm home! I have a little treat for you. I thought that'd cheer you up, yeah," he asked while fumbling with his keys. "Ah, bollocks," the man groaned as he dropped them. "Could you come get the door, please? I've got my hands all full here and I've dropped my keys like an absolute idiot," he pleaded with an annoyed voice. As much as they didn't want to get up, they dragged themselves off of Steven's bed. "Coming," they called to him as they approached the door. They opened it to find Steven trying to lift his keys off the ground with his shoes. "Oh. Hiya," he mumbled, an anxious smile on his face.

"Could you grab those for me, little fella," he asked with a sincere tone as he entered his flat. They quickly nodded and grabbed his keys off the ground. Just like a magnet, they gravitated towards Steven as he walked towards his table. "Clingy thing, you are," he chuckled as he leaned to kiss their forehead sweetly. He set down a plastic bag on the tabletop, looking between his young friend and whatever could've been in there. "Look at what I've got for you," he beamed as he untied the plastic bag to reveal a cheesecake. "Just for you! I know you've been feeling a bit down lately. I thought it might make you feel better to have a little treat," he rambled while looking at them with a big grin. His friend gave him a tight hug as a thank you. They weren't the most verbal, their lack of motivation hindering their energy to speak. Steven patted their back before running his hand up and down their spine carefully. "You go lay back down for me. I'll bring you a slice, yeah," he murmured to them.

A few minutes after they sat on his bed, Steven came striding over with a slice of cheesecake for them. "Cheesecake time," he chirped happily. He handed them the plate, sitting down next to them on the soft mattress. The man watched them with intent as if they were his own flesh and blood. He felt so calm knowing that they trusted him, that they saw him as a father figure, that someone could finally have some sense of hope for him. He wrapped an arm around their shoulder comfortingly. His hand ran up and down their bicep slowly. "Care to tell me what's going on, love? I know you've got it in you to tell me what's bothering you," Steven pleaded with them. He paused for a moment before panic set into his mind. "You don't have to tell me if you aren't ready to. I don't want you to think I'm holding you hostage here or trying to be a bugger. I'm just glad you feel safe enough to be with me," he rambled anxiously. Just to add some more reassurance that he was here for them, he gave them another gentle forehead kiss.

They simply shrugged. Even if they knew in their mind exactly what was wrong, they didn't want to feel like a burden to Steven. However, he had told them over and over again about how he's "always willing to carry their burden if it means he won't have to attend their funeral." They took a deep breath, setting down their plate on his nightstand. "I feel isolated from everything that's been happening," they finally confessed, their voice quivering a bit. Steven released a quiet 'awe' before wrapping both his arms around them, pulling their head to his chest. "I'm sorry to hear that, kiddo. I really am. I don't want you to feel alone," he said to them softly as he tried his best to comfort them. "I'm not the best at this, but I want you to know that you're not alone. You'll never be alone, not as long as I'm here, love," he whispered, one hand caressing their cheek while the other caressed the back of their head.

His words hit them hard. They couldn't manage to squeak out a word before tears came flowing down their cheeks. "I know it's hard for you, mate. I've got you. I promise," he reassured them as his thumb wiped away their tears. "You can cry as much as you need to. You've got a big heart, so I'm expecting some big tears," the man chuckled as he hugged them tighter. They smiled softly as Steven held them. They really were crying some "big tears," hiccups and all. The was no point in getting tissues seeing as how Steven was using his shirt and his fingers to clean their tears. There was nothing better in this world, to them at least, than being held by Steven Grant.

[in1-nutshell]

Can I request a 3 in 1 for wobbly buddy

1. How first aid and buddy met and became friends

2. Are whirl and buddy friends now

3. Buddy getting bullied and shoved around by some bullies for there wobbling

Or moon Knight meeting crate

The boys have no idea what they are in for...

Hope you enjoy!

Crate meets Moon Knight

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Marc swore that he hit his head when he woke up in an alley… again.

But it was Steven who sounded the alarms telling them that they were definitely not in London anymore.

Especially when the hoover scooter came by.

Steven: “Bloody hell… are we in the future?” Jake: “Claro que no. We are not in the fu—” They see a screen with the date of 2050. Jake: “…” Steven: “I told—” Jake: “I will gut you como un pez.” Marc pinching his nose: “Enough both of you!” Steven: “Your right, hey let’s go in that building over there.” Marc: “Good idea.” Jake: “Umm—” Marc: “I am NOT listening to you right now.”

 Marc picked the lock on the dark building and ran inside.

The three of them had to admit it was a nice building.

Almost resembling a… day care?

Well, the good thing it was night time and day cares closed after 7.

That was what they thought until they heard children laughing.

Marc carefully tiptoed to the door and peaked inside.

A small group of children were watching a movie on a futuristic version of a projector.

Steven: “Aww! Look at them!” Marc: “…Isn’t it weird that there isn’t an adult around.” Jake: “marc…” Marc: “Not now—” Jake: “Marc!” Jake quickly takes over just as a giant metal hand trapped him. The hand brought him up to a robotic sneer. Steven: “HOLY—” Guardian: “How did you get in here?!”

The Cybertronian took him into a separate room for interrogation.

Jake was handling it fine.

And by fine, he wasn’t telling them anything and looking for a way out.

It was Steven’s panic that gave him control and shift in suit.

Guardian looked surprised hearing the new voice and the new outfit.

Steven: “I am terribly sorry for my friend. You see—” Guardian shifts in Carrier, now shocking the hero. Carrier: “You’re… just like us.” Steven: “I…” Carrier suddenly shifts to Jester who has a wide smile: “You’re just like us!” Jester spins Steven around laughing. Marc suddenly shifts: “Time out!” Jester’s smile just widens: “You’re three! Like me!” Steven: “…what’s happening…” Jake: “No se Steven.” CREAK! Jester stops spinning. The pair looks at the door. Carrier takes over: “Johnny? Sweetie why aren’t you in the room with the others?” Johnny yawns a bit rubbing his eyes with his blanket hand: “You weren’t there… who’s that guy?” Carrier: “…This is our special guest Mr…” Marc: “Moon Knight.” Johnny’s eyes widen: “Do you protect the moon mister?” Marc: “I umm…” Carrier: “Johnny, why don’t you go back with the others. I just need to talk to our guest and then I’ll get there.” Johnny: “Okay!” Johnny waddles back to the room. He stops and looks back: “Can I get a juice box?” Carrier: “Sweetie, remember the rule. No juice boxes after—” Johnny: “After 6 because of the tummy aches…” Carrier: “That’s my boy! Now run along.”

Eventually after a lot of explaining, Carrier and Marc eventually struck a deal.

They would house him, protect them and figure out a way to get him home, if he in return followed their rules and helped with the kids.

The kids loved all three of them.

Many stated that Marc, Steven, and Jake were a lot like Carrier, Jester and Guardian.

The two systems ended up liking each other over time.

Maybe it was Jester and Steven drawing the other two in.

Maybe it was their care for the kids.

Or maybe it was the fact that seeing another person or bot with… this wasn’t common.

They could relate to being 3 parts to a whole entity.

Jester and Steven sit on the grass watching some of the kids catch butterflies. Jester: “You know, I do know a bot that’s kinda like us.” Steven perking up: “Really?” Jester: “Yeah, too bad he is a Con though.” Steven: “What’s a Con?” One war explanation later… Steven had reverted into the body, Jake trying to calm the crying man, leaving Marc out. Marc: “And you guys are still at war?” Jester: “Yes.” Marc: “So, this Blitzwing, is he good or bad?” Jester: “Yes.” Marc: “That doesn’t—” Guardian: “TOMMY! DO NOT EAT THAT MUD CAKE! WE ARE NOT GOING TO REPEAT THE SILLY STRING INCCIDENT!”

Steven's introduction to the kids

[brnesblogposts]

Moon boys rescuing reader from a spider (drabble)

warnings: arachnophobia

characters: steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader

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“FUCK, NO.” Steven heard you shriek in the bedroom from his place on the sofa and was instantly alerted. He ran to the bedroom so fast he almost tripped “darling?! are you alright?” concern overtook his voice, “SP- SPIDER” You were crying and shaking, you had a massive phobia of the 8 legged creatures.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Steven tried calming you down “deep breathes, okay?” He saw you following his instructions as you stood on the bed frantic. “Now, where is it?” He spoke softly, hoping it would keep you calm, you pointed him in the direction of the laundry basket.

Steven cautiously approached, he himself was not too fond of spiders but he would do anything for you, “JESUS-“ You had forgotten to inform Steven of the size of this spider. “Love, this isn’t for me, i’m gonna let Marc front to catch it, yeah? i’ll be back in a minute”

“Hey, baby” Marc turned to see you clinging on to the headboard of the bed for dear life, “DON’T LOSE IT MARC” You yelled at him. “Don’t you worry! Mr tough guy is here, Steven is a wimp” Hey. It’s bloody big, okay? My fear is completely rational, alright? Marc just laughed at his alter in the reflection of the bedroom mirror.

He lifted the hamper and the spider tried scampering away, “MARC” You were crying harder which only made him want to catch and release this thing faster. He cupped his hands and caught it “I’ve got it, Baby” He had turned to show you he did, “GET IT OUT OF HERE, I DON’T WANT TO SEE IT” He obeyed and released it out of the bedroom window, swiftly shutting it so it wouldn’t get back in. “It’s gone” He saw your shoulders begin to relax and you sat on the bed with a huff.

Marc approached you and kissed you on the forehead “You’re safe now, it’s not gonna hurt you. Nobody and nothing hurts my Y/N” With that he kissed your lips and handed over control back to Steven. “You were so brave, darling. So proud of you,” he kissed your temple “It’s a good thing we have Marc, innit?” he chuckled to himself. Knowing you, you’d be dialling 999 for a spider Marc spoke, Steven ignored him and took you in his arms.

“You boys are my heroes,” Marc fronted for a second “Steven didn’t even do anything?! He was cowardly” With that Steven was back in control, “He is such an arse” Steven rolled his eyes. You smiled, a smile that shone with love. Your boys, your heroes. You cuddled into Steven and that’s where you lay for the next couple hours.

[dearest-painter]

Ok Listen. Yandere platonic moonknight x avatar reader x Yandere platonic spiderverse!! So reader is the avatar for Anubis (platonic Yandere) who helps Miguel, Jess, and Peter B on a mission(saved there lives) and just looks at them and nods before running off!! Omg there réactions too some random teenager with the powers of a god saving them.

Hell yes!!!!!!

Miguel was surprised, Jessica thinks it’s just the pregnancy, and Peter B is cheering you on. The moon boys are happy their no longer alone but god your so young! Jake teaches you Spanish before Miguel can because he’s making sure he takes all of dad achievements before Miguel does!

Marc ask questions about Anubis and how he treats you as he know each god or goddess treats their avatar differently and he hopes your being treated nicely. Steven and you chat about your gods and other stuff, Steven is probably the closet with you besides Jake (I totally didn’t think his name was Jack for a fucking minutes and looked it up!). Marc and you are still getting to know each other other but he’s as obsessed as the other two.

Miguel and Jake have arguments in Spanish 24/7 and it’s entertaining, mostly around how they are your real dad or how their much better fit to be your dad.

[anonymousewrites]

Burden of Truth

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

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

Book 1:

Follows the Events of Season One

Prologue: On the Precipice

Chapter One: In the Alps

Chapter Two: In the Flat

Chapter Three: To the Neighborhood

Chapter Four: In the Discussion

Chapter Five: Against the Jackal

Chapter Six: Across Cairo

Chapter Seven: Inside the Pyramid

Chapter Eight: To Mogart

Chapter Nine: In the Skies

Chapter Ten: Into the Tunnels

Chapter Eleven: At the Sarcophagus

Chapter Twelve: During the Ritual

Chapter Thirteen: Against Harrow and Ammit

Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle

Chapter Fifteen: In a New Chapter

Specials:

Pride Specials: 2024

Halloween Specials: 2024

Taglist:

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@severussimp

@dmitrytherat

@slytherinroyalty16

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@alexpangender

@thewittyfanficreader

@aew-kun-age-regression

@oscarissac2099

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@yyourmotherr

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@snowy-violet

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Steven: How are we going to get in?

Y/N: Don’t worry, I have a key *smashes window*

[sadlyghost]

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

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

Pairing: Jake Lockley x (platonic) Adopted Teen Reader

Words: 3.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned to you and smiled softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything felt right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have a wonderful week :)

-Ghosty