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Fortelling Events

Steven Grant x divination witch female reader (Implied moon boys x fem! reader)

A/N: Please do NOT read if you have not watched episode 7 of Agatha All Along. Major Spoilers AHEAD. Happy Early Halloween 🎃! Hope you all enjoy this fic.

Summary: When you learn about the death of your divination mentor, Lilia Calderu, you are at loss. Nevertheless, your sweet boyfriend is there to comfort you through it.

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For the last few days, you have had a bad feeling that something was going to happen. As a divination witch, you’ve always had that gift to be able to see beyond but have only used if and when absolutely necessary. Though another part of it had to do with the fact that having the abilities that you had made you different from everyone else.

All that changed when you sought out the help of Lilia Calderu a few years back. Despite being reluctant at first, she took you under her wing and helped you learn more about divination. Because of her, you found friendship. In fact, she was the one that told you about the love that you’d eventually find with the boys. Though at the time you didn’t believe her when she mentioned the loves of your live. Loves being more than one. In fact, you were for sure you misheard her until she begin mentioning more details here and there as you continued training with her. It would only be a few more months when she made her last prediction about your love life that you met the boys.

However, it was Steven you met first when you were at a bookstore looking for a particular book about unusual herbal teas. After that, it was only a matter of time that you met Marc and Jake did you realize that you realized that Lilia’s words were true.

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You see Lilia Calderu in a Glinda the good witch costume with what you assume to be other witches, 2 women and a teen boy, surrounding her in costumes from various media .

The next thing you see is a Lilia talking to these individuals separately before telling the woman named Jennifer that she loved being a witch and shutting the doors.

Not completely understanding the situation, you know enough to know that the phrase seemed like a goodbye.

You then see seven dark figures begin to enter the room waiting to attack Lilia. As they began to move, Lilia grabbed the reversed Tower tarot card from the trial and flipped it right side up, causing the trial room to invert. Lilia and the Salem Seven plummeted into the swords on the ceiling.

After seeing those seven dark figures fall, you see Lilia seems content before letting go of the table and falling.

Not wanting to believe this is the end, you try to call out to her in hopes that she can hear you or maybe prove to yourself that this is only a figment of your imagination and that the older women is actually okay. You then hear her own voice tell you that everything will be okay. That this is how things are supposed to be, before mentioning how you will do great things.

“Lilia! Lilia! NO!!!!”

You then are awoken to Steven’s worried face. Feeling your face, you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as well as the perspiration on your face.

“Love, are you alright? You were practically screaming bloody murder?”

“I…I…I’m fine.”

You then get up from the bed and head to the bathroom before sinking to the floor and crying for the mentor and friend that you lost. The one who you felt understood you for being what you are.

A witch with no coven.

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These past few days, Steven had noticed that you hadn’t really been yourself. Though you tried to convince him otherwise, he and you had been dating long enough to know that this wasn’t your normal behavior. Nevertheless, he gave you space and kept reminding you to that he was there for you whenever you needed him.

Yet, hearing you scream in your sleep just a few moments ago told him that this problem wasn’t something minor.

After talking it out with his head mates, Marc and Jake, Steven decides to go talk to you. Knocking on the bathroom door, he begins to speak from his heart.

“Love? I don’t know what’s going on right now but whatever it is, I want to be there. Right next to you.”

Expecting for you to put up more of a fight, Steven is shocked to see you open the bathroom door. A second later, you are hugging him, breaking down as you tell him about the loss of your mentor, friend, and sister of the craft.

“…I could have done something to help her. Let her know of the visions I was having. Perhaps it would have been enough to save her.” You begin to sigh, as you wipe your tears. “For the longest time, I never thought I’d find someone that understood what I went through regarding my powers. At a young age, people thought me strange for knowing things. Now that she’s gone, I’m a witch with no coven.”

Steven shakes his head. “That’s not true, love. Though I may not be a witch or warlock, you and I are a team.” He smiles before bringing you into a side hug. “Marc and Jake said the same too. So now you officially have a coven, my love.”

You look up at him smiling. “Thank you, Steven. All three of you.”

“No problem, love”, Steven responds back. “Now, just know that I will be here to help you deal with this loss. As I said before, I’m a part of your coven. We all are.”

You lean into kiss Steven. For you are truly grateful for having him in your life as Lilia had once foretold.

As you pull back, you nuzzle into your boyfriend’s side as you think about the eccentric yet kind older woman who helped you all those years ago lead the life you currently live as a confident and capable witch.

It’s another few minutes before you and Steven get up from the bathroom floor and heading to your shared bedroom for the night.

Though it will take time to come to terms with her death, you are so glad to have a coven and family within the loves of your love.

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Sleepless Nights

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: As you and Leto are about to engage in a romantic moment together, you both are interrupted by a little lady that has you both wrapped around her finger. Your own daughter.

A/N: This takes place a few years following the events from Lizards and Pumpkins. Although, this can be read as a stand alone story. Hope you all enjoy.

You and Leto were in the middle of a heated kissing session.

The two of you have been busy with various responsibilities as duke and duchess on top of being parents that there has been little time for you to be intimate with each other. Also, it doesn’t help the matter that you are pregnant. Therefore, more horny than usual.

When he is about to untie the front laces of your nightgown, you both hear a light knock on the door.

Leto pulls away from you grunting. “Let’s pretend we are sleeping.”

You giggle. “What if it’s important? Come on we’ll just have to wait until another time.” You peck his lips one more time to convince him.

Knowing that your word is final, Leto takes his hands off of you and begins to button up his own shirt to look presentable for whomever was interrupting them.

“Yes?”, Leto replied.

The door opens though you see no one until the both of you look down to see Aurora, yours and Leto’s three year old daughter in her green footie pajamas and stuffed bunny in her grasp as she climbs her way onto their bed.

Once Aurora finally gets onto the bed, she makes way to sit between the two of you.

Leto looks at the little girl. “What’s wrong, Aurora? Did you have a nightmare?”

The little girl nods before nuzzling into your pregnant belly. Just like her father, Aurora likes to touch your belly as if to comfort the baby that is within you. Both father and daughter have said that they think this little one inside of her will be a another little girl.

You remember the first time you found out you were expecting. Though Leto had told you that he’d be happy with whatever gender the baby turned out to be, just as long as they were happy and healthy, a part of you still thought that he’d secretly want to have a son.

However, the moment you saw the way he looked at your daughter as the medics handed her to him told you everything he told you was true. And since then, it’s been wonderful to see him interact with your daughter. Your husband was simply meant to be a father to daughters.

You wrap an arm around your little girl. “Perhaps she can sleep with us tonight, my love.”

Leto agrees instantly and pulls the sheets over the three of them. Noticing that Aurora has yet to speak about the nightmare she had, Leto decides to tell his daughter a story to help ease her mind and get her to sleep. The story of how you two fell in met and fell in love.

In no time, the little girl is asleep with her bunny tight in her grasp. You and Leto are left to bask in each other’s love as neither can believe that they have had these last few years of love and happiness together. Hoping that there will be more to come as your family continues to grow.

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The Greatest Treasure

Merman Steven Grant x female reader

Summary: On a trip, you come across an amazing treasure that’s worth everything.

A/N: This is my first Steven Grant fanfic. Though this isn’t related to spooky season, I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless.

Though you know you should enjoy the monotony of knowing how and when things are going to happen in life, you can’t help but still yearn for more adventure and excitement. Hence why you decided to do something out of the ordinary and join your friends on a trip to the river to celebrate the end of the summer season despite your reluctance to tag along due to all of them having boyfriends to spend the time with.

Nevertheless, they all insisted that she come along with them to enjoy a little break from the usual routine of work and college. A week's vacation promised to be filled with fun.

Currently, you sit in a lawn chair reading a book under the huge blue canopy that her friends' boyfriends have set up for them. Your attire consists of an olive green two piece bathing suit with an unbuttoned white cover over you with your hair in a ponytail. While this is an outfit you normally wouldn’t wear out in public due to your body insecurities, you wanted to wear something that made you feel comfortable and confident in your own skin.

As you hear your friends giggling and playing in the water with their boyfriends, you can’t help but smile. Seeing your friends in happy relationships made you happy. Perhaps you will be lucky enough to have a man that loves you the way their boyfriends do.

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After a while of reading, you close your book and decides to head into the water to cool yourself off from the heat. Taking off your white cover, you are left in your bathing suit as you begin to walk towards the water. You continue to walk toward the water until it hits your midsection. You notice your friends and their boyfriends on floaties in the deeper end of the water as they can all see and ensure the other’s safety.

“You aren’t joining them in the deep end?”, a gentle but manly voice behind you asks.

You turn around and are met with a muscular chest in her face. You look up and are met with a beautiful looking man. He has curly dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and has olive skin. The attire he wears is that of sky blue swimming trunks, leaving those who were around him to have a good view of his abs.

Noticing how long you have been staring up at the man, you make an attempt to answer him.

“I…I…I can’t swim,” you stutter. “Plus, I don’t want to be the one to be a third wheel… even though that’s kind of what I'm doing right now.”

The chocolate-eyed man smirks at her. “Want some company?”

You are a bit cautious about letting a strange man near. Though you found him handsome, that didn’t mean that his intentions with you were good ones. But that didn’t mean that they could be bad either. Perhaps he really did want to go out of his way to keep you company. For what reason, you had no clue.

Taking in your silence, the mysterious man speaks up. “You don’t have to accept. Just tell me you’re not comfortable with me and I’ll leave you alone. You have my word on that.”

You shake your head. “I could use the company if your offer still stands. My name is (y/n).”

“(Y/n)”, the handsome man tests out her name on his tongue. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Steven.” The handsome man then puts his hand out for her to shake.

“Steven.” You smile. “I like your name. Are you here on vacation too”?

Steven smiles. “You could say that. Would you like to sit on that rock over there and talk?”

You nod eagerly as you and Steven make way to the rock and sit atop of it. For the next few hours, the two of you get to know each other until your friends tell you it’s time for dinner. Before you can invite Steven to dinner, you turn around to find the rock he was sitting on completely empty. Looking around, you find no sign of the brown-eyed man and almost believe your mind had made him up until your friends ask about him.

“He’s just a nice guy that I met today”, you blushed profusely.

Your friends playfully roll their eyes as they ask more about Steven. Once they are content with your answers, they go back to talking about their day as you think about Steven.

Despite his reserved nature, Steven was kind and a good listener. Also very into history as he told you about the history and legends regarding the river. All so interesting and entertaining that you hoped that today would not be the last time that you’d see him.

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In the coming days, you and Steven spend time with one another as if you two had known each other all your lives. In fact, he even taught you how to swim.

You can’t explain it but you have never felt comfortable being yourself the way you had been with Steven. Too bad this relationship of yours will have to end in two days.

A bit earlier than their usual time, Steven had asked you to come at the crack of dawn as he had something important to tell you. Even if you somehow got his number, the odds of you two keeping in touch seem slim. Still, you decided to keep your chin up and make the most of your time together as you make way to meet Steven at your usual spot.

Getting closer to the rock, you see Steven and call out his name. When he turns to face you, you are shocked by what you see. Instead of seeing two legs on Steven like you had for the last few days, you now see that in place of his two legs is one long emerald green tail.

“Steven… you’re a..a mermaid?” you ask.

“A merman actually,” Steven jokes as he scratches the back of his head.

You sit next to him but can’t contain yout shock. “How long have you been a merman?”

“All my life,” Steven responds.

You touch Steven’s cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I know it’s too soon… but I thought that our time together proved how much I care about you.”

For the first time since you two have met Steven, he looks flabbergasted by what she has said. Almost as if what she just said truly hurt him. “Oh (y/n), I wanted to tell you since we first met but I had to be extra sure.”

You look at the merman with concern.“Sure about what, Steven?”

“That we are mates,” Steven says matter of factly.

Your eyes go wide eyed.“Mates?”

Steven nods. “Mates,” he emphasizes. “Since the moment I looked upon you, something inside of me was wanting for me to approach you. And when you went out of your way to talk to me, I was a goner. ”

As you take all of this in at once, Steven takes this as a sign of rejection. “If you don’t want me… I completely understand. I…”

Before Steven can further explain, you lean in close to the merman to give his left cheek a kiss.

“I’d love to be your mate, Steven. Even though we’ve only known each other for a few days, I feel this connection with you that I’ve never felt with anyone else. Although, a part of me thought I was just imagining the chemistry between us… I’m glad to see that it wasn’t imaginary.”

At these words, Steven takes her hand into his own. “I’m not sure how we are going to go about this but I just know what we’re meant to be.”

This would be the first of many summers where you and Steven would meet with one another. For you and Steven were mates. Therefore, nothing could separate you both from each other.

[vintagegirl01]

in your eyes

marc spector x reader

summary: marc sees the world in your eyes. too bad he doesn’t realize that you see the exact same thing in his.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* listen as much as I love writing some toe-curling, nail-biting marc smut, it was time that I write a next-level fluff/angst fic for him (because he deserves all the love in the world). I have a ton of asks that I promise I am getting to, along with my mr. knight smut, it’s just taking me a lil’ bit. also, I have no idea why this took me so fucking long to write?? so, here it finally is, enjoy x

warnings: YEARNING to the max; this shit is angsty; pining (marc thinks it’s one-sided, but it’s not) readers still oblivious??; mentions of abuse; swearing; self-deprecation; fucking pain; but lots of fucking fluff; they’re so in love; steven grant: wingman of the year

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11:07 pm.

Being in your presence is…painful.

And Marc knows pain. He’s experienced it in all forms; has seen it manifested into everything he’s known, and everyone he’s loved.

He’s felt the ache of being on the brink of death and the guilt of still being alive. He’s felt the loss of his brother and the torment of his mother's wrath. He’s felt the sting of his actions as a mercenary, and the numbing of his mind through Khonshu’s control.

But this is new.

Because your presence is painful. Yes. But his love for you is debilitating.

It’s a sort of wound that comes from no physical injury. It’s not jagged and bloody, nor is it scarred or scabbed over. It’s not a grotesque bullet wound or a deep gash in his side. Simply, it’s a brand on his heart. One that cauterized itself on a random Tuesday morning when his eyes found yours.

And realistically, he should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve been able to sense it sneaking up on him ever-so-gently over the horizon. The rise of realization. The breaking point.

Realistically, Marc knows it was bound to happen. One way or another.

He was just never good with that sort of thing.

In his defence though, the whole moment happened in an instant. It was so quick, that he had already been swept off his feet before his mind could cement itself back to his body.

And maybe if it was better timing, maybe he could’ve prepared. Maybe he’d get the chance to be ready at the bridge with Khonshu’s armour. Have the time to shield himself before the proverbial sand storm ripped through everything.

But timing wasn’t Marc’s strong suit.

He never understood why it happened then. Why, out of all the time in the world, the universe had selected that exact—incredibly average—moment. But it had.

The two of you sat on the floor of his hotel room, splitting cheap room service breakfast and enjoying each other’s company as dawn broke behind the pyramids. The interaction was a comfort to him. Enough where he could let his guard down for once as you both sipped at your coffees and snacked on fresh fruit. It was something you had done a million times before, and would probably do a million times again.

But then you smiled at him.

This time, it wasn’t your usual smile; it wasn’t the typical snarky tick of your lips. It was lazy. Mellow. A gentle smile that slowly crept up to the ridge of your nose and the curve of your eyes. And when his gaze caught yours—when you gave him the softest, most intimate look he’s ever seen in his life—it all fell apart.

You hadn’t done much. And in hindsight, you never needed to.

Because, looking back on it, he was gone for you long before that morning. But it was at that moment he had decided you had the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. It was also then that he realized how very badly he wanted to taste the coffee on your tongue.

And he almost did it. He almost swooped in and kissed you with just as much tenderness as your eyes offered him. But it didn’t take more than ten seconds for Marc to realize that no matter how badly he wanted you, he couldn’t have you.

He would never let himself.

Marc was broken. Irreparable. An empty carcass of a man that wasn’t anything more than an abundance of self-hatred and trauma. He was a pathetic comparison to you. If he was the moon, then you were the sun. You were so far away, and so beautiful and bright. And he just lived in your shadow. Watching from the dark; pining over something—someone—he could never reach. Someone that was never meant to be his.

And it was truly idiotic of him to think he even had a small chance. Even if it was for a few seconds…

Because he wasn’t worth having.

He can love you, and he already does with every fibre of his being, but that’s not enough to make you stay. Because you have to love him back. All of him. Every sharp edge and splintered crack. Every piece of him you could cut yourself on, you would have to love completely. Wholly. Without any doubts or fears. You would have to love him the way he loves you.

And Marc knows that’s just too much to ask.

So he moved on that morning, and every day after, acting as though he hadn’t had the biggest revelation of his life. As though the way he felt didn’t matter in the slightest, and that his heart didn’t betray him every single fucking chance it got.

But you had made it so incredibly difficult these past few days.

Pretending was his biggest strength. He could fib until he was blue in the face; could bluff until he believed any lie to be true. But every time your eyes searched for his, every time they softened in his direction, and every time you gave him that smooth smile, his resolve would crumble.

Like clockwork, you took a hammer to the cavity of his heart and smashed down the walls. You’d break everything with ease until it all fell in a giant pile by your feet. And when he built them back up; gluing and haphazardly tacking them back together, you would simply tear them down again.

In those moments of defeat; in the times when he was far too tired to rebuild the fortress, he’d be stuck wondering.

Thinking.

Entertaining the smallest possibility that there’s something else hiding behind your eyes. That past the galaxies—all the nebulae and stars—he’d find a home, made just for him. A place that assured him that he was welcome. That he was wanted. That you loved him.

And it was when he wondered when he had the time to mull over every late-night fantasy, that he just ended up hurting more.

But he assumes there’s a point where he has no one else to blame. Because he’s the one who keeps doing this to himself. He’s the one on his knees, praying to whatever’s out there to just take him out of his misery already. To show him some kind of mercy. Not that he deserves it. He knows he doesn’t. But you do. You deserve mercy.

You don’t deserve the burden of being what he lives for; of being his salvation. You’re more than just a lifeline.

Unfortunately, his soul had already decided that he needed you.

Holding himself back was a daily battle. One that left his heart contracting and his mind torn to shreds. It was a battle that gave him scars. Each night, he’d find a new scar in the constellation on his body. And every morning, it was accompanied by yet another one. Darker in colour. Bruised beyond anything.

A never-ending cycle.

He hated himself for falling. Hated how easy it was; how little effort it took to gravitate towards you. He was like a pebble in a flowing river, constantly moving and being thrown around as he aimlessly barreled toward the lake. Marc lacked any sort of self-control when it came to you.

And he hated it.

But not you. Even after all those times he convinced himself he should—for both of your sakes—he could never hate you.

Never.

11:20 pm.

You could never hate him.

But he could certainly hate you.

At least, that’s how it seemed. But there really was no other way to perceive it, was there? Marc had been ignoring you. And he had no problem in hiding that fact.

You weren’t sure if it was something you said. Whether you offended him or he just realized he was better off on his own. Regardless, he was ignoring you. Every joke, every small bit of conversation you tried to ignite would be shut down with uncharacteristic “hm’s” and a quick turn of the eyes.

It was almost like you disgusted him in a way. And that thought absolutely ruined you.

You felt stupid. Silly. Completely unlike yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You were heartbroken. And, really, there’s never been a light way to explain that kind of pain. It just was. You had already cried yourself to sleep over this. Had already imagined every possible reason why this was happening; why he was suddenly acting like this. But every time you got settled into bed, you couldn’t focus at all. Because of course, the guy you had to fall in love with had to be a massive jerk. Of course, the universe and all the gods had to do that to you.

It was just your luck.

But you should’ve seen it coming. It’s your fault for falling so easily. For thinking—wishing—that something good was finally coming to you. It was too good to be true and you just never picked up on that. It was your fault for interpreting the way Marc acted with you as something else. You two were friends, yes. But nothing more. Never were, and never will be.

But you’ve always been naive. Too naive.

Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter that you loved his eyes. It didn’t matter that you had seen yourself in universes and worlds with him. You had convinced yourself the two of you walked on the tightrope of friendship and more. So set on believing that you actually would fall together; into each other, like all those happy couples you see walking the street.

But you were wrong. About all of it. Because it doesn’t matter that you feel that way. He doesn’t.

He doesn’t see your eyes the way you see his. He doesn’t love you the way you love him.

And you just have to accept that.

Though it would definitely be easier to accept that in your sleep. If you even could fall asleep.

It was one of those nights where you were just far too uncomfortable to get situated in your bed. The pillows weren’t cool against your cheek and the sheets were scratchy against your legs. There was no breeze sweeping through the open window, and the air had gotten increasingly more muggy over the past hour.

Sweat stuck to your forehead as you tossed and turned; desperate for your limbs to relax and your breathing to slow.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t possibly try to focus on anything other than the heart you ripped out of your chest and left on your bedside table. It would’ve been an ugly sight if your imagination was real. If that were the case, it would sit in a puddle of blood and mourning. Exposed and in misery as it convulsed in time with your anger.

You felt like a petulant child. A kid that didn’t get to have what they wanted, and so, they resort to throwing a tantrum. A physical display of their frustrations and raging emotions.

A tantrum.

Your head turns to the clock beside your head.

11:25 pm.

You’re out of bed before you can even think. Stuffing your feet into your slippers you walk over to your bathroom mirror. There’s a scowl on your face, eyes cast dangerously low in mock threat. Your breathing runs ragged. Heavy. You’re upset. Royally pissed off.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

You tuck a couple stray strands of hair behind your ears before throwing open your hotel door. It slams shut as you inhale deeply, stomping over to Marc’s room.

He’s down the hall from you. A couple doors away to the right at the end of the corridor. Luckily, it’s out of the way. Out of sight, out of mind from the other guests who would surely kick you out the second, you gave him a piece of your mind.

Banging your closed fist on his door, you wait a couple seconds. The sound of blood flowing thrums in your ears filling the empty, late-night silence.

There are some muffled noises—the soft padding of feet and the squeak of the doorknob—and then Marc opens the door.

You both stare at each other. Sizing the other up for entirely different reasons. “…is…everything okay?”

“How ‘bout you tell me, Spector. Is everything fucking okay?”

You shove past him, barging unceremoniously into his space. His eyes grow to the size of full moons as he follows your pacing. The way you swiftly move back and forth from the balcony to him. You seem resentful, far more irritated than he’s ever seen you before. Then he’s ever wanted to see.

And he can tell that this won’t end well. He might not be the smartest man alive, but he’s perceptive enough. He’s been taught to pick up on reactions and situations way before they unfold. So as you grimace at him—as he watches the unfamiliar fire smoulder in the eyes he loves so much—he can’t help but feel the bubble of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

Oh, this definitely won’t end well.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You snap. Marc, like the idiot he is, just stares right through you. You cross your arms and meet him in the middle of the room. “Did I do something wrong? Did I—did I offend you?”

“Wha—“

“Why the fuck have you been ignoring me, Marc?”

It’s right then and there when he realizes what you’re asking. When he realizes that you know. That you’ve figured him out completely.

He doesn’t respond. Truly, he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how he could answer your question without revealing everything. The constant fear he has of acknowledging his feelings nags at the edges of his consciousness. The words are trying to claw themselves out of his throat; rip through his vocal cords and float through the air. But he holds his breath. And for now, the words stay stuck in his mouth.

You’ve begun to quiet down, to an extent, as you wait for Marc to speak. And although he remains quiet, the tension—though it remains incredibly heavy—slowly dissipates the longer you stare at him.

The fact annoys you even more.

Because you want to be mad at him. And, to some point, you still are. But you’re also just sad. So fucking sad.

“Look, Marc, if I said something…if I hurt you somehow, I’m so, so sorry.” Your lip suddenly and unexpectedly quivers and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Marc’s focus shifts to your change in demeanour. And within seconds, he feels his heartbreak. He feels the internal fortified cage begin to crack beneath its own weight. You sniffle, and he winces at the sound.

Taking a shaky breath, you pull your arms tighter over your chest; taut until there’s no room to breathe. Until you’re as small as possible. “I just want you to talk to me. So…if you could just…if you could just cut the horseshit that’d be fucking great.”

You wipe at your nose with the back of your hand and look away in embarrassment.

You’re exhausted. That much is clear. The bags beneath your eyes and the way your mouth falls are all clear indicators that you’re in pain.

You’re in pain because of him.

Which is exactly what he was afraid of.

I didn’t want this to happen.

“What?” You cry in confusion. Another sniffle. “What do you mean by that?”

He realizes then that he spoke out loud. His body had betrayed him once again. Unknowingly, Marc had opened the floodgates. Everything had been released, slipping away further and further away from his control.

You were so much closer now, face mere inches from his. Your eyes search his. And he gulps in a feeble attempt to gather himself.

“I meant that…” He takes note of the way the tears have glazed over your eyes and he grits his teeth. “Can’t handle seeing you cry, honey.” Marc shakes his head and tries to step back from you. “I’m sorry…”

Your hands cling to his forearms, slowly easing him back to you. The aggression in contrast with the tenderness makes him stop in his tracks; makes his breathing begin to stutter. “Marc…what’s wrong?”

He shrugs lightly, looking in the direction of the mirror beside the bed. He anticipates seeing Steven. To find some familiar comfort as he dangles above dangerous territory; as he dangles before you. Except he doesn’t find him. Instead, he’s just met with himself. Just his own reflection.

And yours.

Even in the reversed distortion of the glass, you're gorgeous. Other-worldly. He can see the way you look at him with intent; with both trepidation and determination. Even when he won’t meet your eyes, you give him all of your attention. You’re special that way. You make people feel special that way. So, if it were different circumstances, he would be preening beneath your gaze.

Time almost seems to slow when he actually looks your over. Fully. For the first time that day, really. From here, he can see you from another angle. In another light. It reminds him of how he sees you when Stevens fronting and he can stare in peace. When he can admire you from afar without any repercussions. Without any worry or fear.

Though he typically hates not being in control of his own body, most recently the reflections have been his closest friend. It’s the one time when he can allow himself to feel. When he doesn’t have to think about reality. When he can live in his delusions without judgement.

It’s a kind of freedom he doesn’t have anywhere else.

Except, he’s looking at your reflection—at you—now. He’s not hiding behind a barrier, not shielded by the safety of the unknown. He’s just there. Standing in front of you; present in front of you, with painfully obvious adoration all over his face.

Your hair is thrown up onto your head, and your shirt hangs over your left shoulder. You look partially unkempt. Messy. Natural. You look beautiful. The kind of lovely people can only dream of. And here you are. Looking at him in the mirror.

Shit.

He watches his mouth gape open and close like Gus, far too shocked to process what he’s witnessing. You’ve caught him in his dream. In seconds you stripped Marc bare until he was presented to you in just bones and muscle.

And sure you’ve never noticed before (at least he hopes so). But this? There was no way to get around this moment. There was no way to explain himself; excuse his actions and apologize in advance for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation.

He watches his mouth fall open again as he breathes in a gust of air. He goes to speak, but his throat is bare. Raw and sore and unable to form words. But then he’s watching your eyes drift from the mirror, up to his arm then to his face. You move so effortlessly; like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like looking at him is the only thing you want to do.

He feels it in his fingertips first. There’s electricity there; trickling up his veins through his arms and into his neck; down his chest and into his legs. His body, from head to toe, feels numb as he studies your expressions. He closely watches as a softness forms in your eyes and your lips turn into a small smile.

You’re looking at him. Actually looking at him.

And really, it’s no different from the way you always look at him. It’s just…he’s seeing it differently now. If he was anyone else—an outsider looking in—he’d assume with the way the two of you are wrapped up in each other, you were lovers. Two people with an innate connection that couldn’t fool anyone.

Something he’s wanted for a long time.

Marc’s immediate response is to dismiss it. Pretend, yet again, that what he’s seeing isn’t real. It’s just his imagination. Matrixing, or whatever the fuck people call it.

But it’s difficult to brush it off. Especially with the way you’re looking at him.

“Marc,” you whisper. He can feel your breath on his neck; can feel the slight shake of your arms against his sides. You’re nervous.

So is he.

But something—someone—wills him to look down on you. Your mouth purses in shock at his confidence, as you come face-to-face with his dark brown eyes. They bore into you, yet they calm you all the same. You both reason, at the same time, that there’s no going back now. You lean into him. So much so, that his nose brushes against yours and your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Your hands have come up to hold his shoulders, steadying yourself so as to avoid falling to your buckled knees.

And then he feels a push. It’s a gentle shove, a twist of his feet that aren’t his own actions, that makes his mouth collide with yours. The two of you stay there for a moment pressed into each other, eyes blown wide as you remain frozen in place.

It’s awkward and uncertain at first. But then instinct kicks in, and any confusion or hesitation you had left your body with a content sigh. Your hands smooth themselves over his arms as you gently move against his mouth; giving in to him as he touches your face.

He kisses you. Again, and again, and again. His lips glide over your bottom lip, tug at your top lip and peck at the corner of your mouth. He takes his sweet time exploring you. Exploring what you taste like. How you feel against him. How your kiss is better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

All the while, he holds you in place. He cradles you as though you're fragile like you’ll shatter beneath his touch. One wrong move and you’ll disappear.

But as your grip tightens on his body—as you pull him even closer to you; breath fanning over each other’s face, eyes screwed shut as you allow yourselves to finally feel everything you’ve ever wanted to—he understands that you aren’t going anywhere.

Marc loves your eyes. You love his.

And although it may have taken a while to get here, it’s better late than never.

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Moon Knight Taglist

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[vintagegirl01]

reasons to write fanfiction (I'll start):

share a cool scene that popped into your head

evoke a particular emotion the canon makes you feel

song made you think of a character or idea from canon

make people feel the same way about a character you do

make dolls kiss for fun

explore ideas the canon hints at but doesn't do anything with

traumatize characters and make them suffer

coddle characters and let them rest

had an insane idea for a crack ship and now everyone needs to know

the author of the canon was wrong and must be fixed

use familiar characters to explore your own ideas and plotlines

canon is too short and you need to wallow in the universe of the story

[vintagegirl01]

HALLOWEENTOWN

Marc Spector x female reader

A/N: As I mentioned in the previous story I posted, I love the Halloweentown Series. Therefore, I wanted to implement it with a moon knight story the way I did with Crescent City’s Hunt Athalar.

Despite Marc not being big on Halloween, you begged him to have a Halloween movie marathon with him in honor of the American holiday aimed at scaring people as well as having them buy big bags of candy. With reluctance, he agrees. As he hopes that watching a few scary movies will cause you to want to get scared and cuddle with him since you hate scary movies.

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Boy was he wrong.

“Come on, Marc”, you say pleadingly. “You said you’d have a movie marathon with me.”

Marc grumbles. “That was before I knew we’d be watching kiddy movies.”

You pout. “Hey. The Halloweentown series is not kiddy.”

Marc chuckles at your pout. Not laughing at you but more giggling at you attempting to look serious, yet failing miserably at it. “Is too.”

Seeing that he’s still not convinced, you decide to come in with your greatest weapon. Your puppy eyes. You don’t use this often but when you do, Marc cannot resist you.

You give him puppy eyes. “Please, Marc? I promise, only one Halloweentown movie and you won’t have to watching anymore after that.”

It doesn’t take Marc long to eventually agree to your Halloweentown movie marathon.

Though it may not be scary movies that result in you getting scared and cuddling him, Marc knows that he will still be having a great time with you. As anytime with you is time well spent in his book.

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“What? Kalabar had a son? I didn’t see that coming”, Marc exclaims flabbergasted as he munches on popcorn.

You nod, smiling at the fact that Marc had gotten invested in this series. In fact, when you tried telling him that you could change the movie to a horror movie of his choosing, he declined saying that you might as well start the second movie.

By the end of the finishing the fourth movie in the series, you and Marc are cuddling and eating candy with each other as you talk about how the first and second Halloweentown movies don’t compare to the third or fourth ones.

Perhaps the thing you loved most about this was that for tonight, Marc enjoyed himself with things that some might consider childish. For it has been so long since he was one.

[vintagegirl01]

Witches Brew

Hunt Athalar x female witch reader

Summary: Hunt has been at wits end trying to get Shahar to notice him. When his efforts don’t work, he seeks out a witch in hopes of finding a way to win her over. Never did he think that you would be the key to what he was missing in life.

A/N: This story is based off the lyrics from Witches Brew by David Casper. Always looked forward to hearing this song during and at the end of Halloweentown. Hope I did the song justice with this fic.

Hunt crept out of bed. For he had a goal in mind.

To win over the love of his life, Shahar.

Since joining her ranks, he’s been trying anything and everything he could think off to try getting to talk to her outside of the battlefield. Though, she pays little attention to him unless she needs something from him.

Therefore, he decided to seek the help of a witch to help him.

So here he was in the dark waiting for the witch. Hunt could only hope that she would take what he had in exchange for some help.

As his mind delves more into thought, Hunt feels a presence behind him. He turns around and looks down to see a figure in a cloak of black.

Though the sight beneath the cloak caught his breath. For it revealed a face that made a chill run down Hunt’s spine

Your beauty hypnotized him. Though, what stood out about you the most, was the gentle smile you wore. Not one that he often associated with powerful witches.

You then smile and take his hand, leading him into your lair.

The lair was not what he expected. Instead of it being creepy, it has more cozy vibes that gave off warmth. The warmth that was within you he assumed.

You then walk up to the cauldron and begins stirring up in the concoction.

You then look up at Hunt and says these words.

“All I need is eye of newt, wing of bat, a long black whisker from a big black cat, spider legs and wolf hound fur, poison ivy and a hemlock root.”

Hunt looks at the beautiful witch surprised. “Really? For a love potion?”

You shake your head at him. “I’m kidding. I’m not giving you a love spell. Though, here is some tea. ”

Hunt looks at you in confusion before taking the cup of tea. “Why? I’m willing to pay you whatever you charge.”

He takes a sip of the tea and is amazed by the taste. It was mint tea with a hint of sugar and lemon.

You smile at him. “I only wanna help you, dear. You want somebody and you wish she wanted you. Though this way isn’t the way. Love potions are temporary. They dont inflict real feelings like everyone believes.”

The male frowns. Seeing him this way makes you sad. Therefore, you get an idea.

“I've got the perfect cure. Just take my advice and she’ll fall in love with you for sure.”

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For the next few weeks, you and Hunt spend time together as you help him work on his romance skills to charm and win Shahar.

Within that time, you and Hunt have gotten to know each other to the point that you two have developed a close bond. In fact, you started to feel yourself falling for him.

Though, you refuse to say anything as he has feelings for another. Plus, you don’t want the relationship you have with him to become awkward. So you keep these feelings to yourself. Besides, you’re happy just being his friend and are willing to help him achieve happiness in anyway possible.

Even if that happiness doesn’t include you.

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Hunt is waiting for her in the park, a few minutes after dark.

He’s hoping that she got his message.

It isn’t before long until his thoughts are answered as he sees you smile and wave at him before walking up to him.

“Hunt, how did your meet up with Shahar go?”

Hunt smiles at you. “I didn’t meet with her.”

You smile instantly turns into a frown. “Hunt, I’m so sorry. I…”

The tall, gray winged angel puts a finger to your lips. “You are what I have I been missing, (y/n).”He then moves a piece of hair behind your ear. “Here I was pining for a woman that didn’t care for me when the woman of my dreams was in front of me all along.”

The two of you closed their eyes and shared the first of many kisses that you’d both share with each other.

[vintagegirl01]

What Would Couple Costume would the Moon Boys partake in with you for Halloween:

Sorry if this is too early for anyone but I already had some ideas ☺️

Steven:

Because Steven is your Prince Charming.

Marc:

Because he is your hero.

Jake:

Because he is your romantic.

[vintagegirl01]

How Would the Moon Boys React: To the Towel Prank: https://youtu.be/uECGeNk4cd0?si=e9RLZKJ2f7oymQt1

Setting the scene for all the situations with the boys:

You recently have seen the towel prank online and decided to try it out on your boyfriend(s). Therefore you set everything up in the bathroom by making it look like the camera is recording with the music playing in the background, dancing to it as you wear a strapless shirt and pair of shorts under your towel.

Steven:

When Steven walks into the bathroom to see you dancing in your towel, he decides to join in the fun. The moment you take off your towel, Steven’s eyes widen as he pushes you out of the camera to cover you up. This results in you both accidentally falling down, laughing with one another at the silliness. Nevertheless, he is relieved to see you aren’t actually naked and that nothing was being filmed.

Marc:

Marc looks at you a bit awkwardly when he finds you dancing in your towel in the bathroom. Once you take off your towel, he jumps in front of the camera. Once he sees you are wearing clothes under your towel, he gives you an evil look before pressing kisses to you all over your face.

Jake:

Jake gives you a seductive look as he sees you dancing to music in your towel. Before you can fully open your towel, Jake is already ahead of you and is already covering you from the camera’s view. Carrying you and having you wrap your legs around his waist as you look into each other’s eyes with love.

A/N: In case it wasn’t obvious, Marc and Jake were already aware of the plan you had. Hence they weren’t freaking out the way that Steven was.

[vintagegirl01]

In response to @thefangirlfever , here are my 5 top songs I enjoy listening to.

1. Drive-In Saturday by David Bowie

2. Arcade (featuring FLETCHER) by Duncan Laurence

3. Happy Nation by Ace of Base

4. I’m Not in Love by 10cc

5. Face To Face by Siouxsie and the Banshees

Here are the 10 favorites I list that I haven’t heard from yet: @missdictatorme @bit-dodgy-innit @geeky-politics-46 @chrism02 @fxllfaiiry @miguelhugger2099 @cupcakeinat0r @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ultravioletrayz @melodygatesauthor

[vintagegirl01]

Enough

Hunt Athalar x female reader.

Summary: You and Hunt have been dating for a while now. Despite how much you have grown to love him, you refrain from saying anything in fear that he is still in love with Shahar. You realize that this is far from the truth.

A/N: This is a bit of an alternative universe with the reader in Bryce’s place (love Bryce though, so please no attacking me 😂). There’s references to parts of the first and second book. Haven’t read the third book, so please no spoilers. Other than that, hope anyone reading this enjoys it.

“She’s nothing like Shahar.”

Before you could hear more, you quickly walk away from where Hunt stands before he can see you and walk out of the 33rd Legion.

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Hunt told you about Shahar.

About how much he loved her. How her death impacted him so much that he hadn’t had a serious relationship in centuries.

Though you were happy that he had trusted you enough to share that with you, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’d never compare to her for she was everything that you weren’t. Strong, brave, beautiful. But more importantly, an angel just like him.

You and Hunt met when he was assigned to guard you after some powerful individuals were out to get you in the hopes of using your power to gain information as you were a dream walker. A rare gift in Lunathion. Yet, it somehow existed in your family line. On your mother’s side to be exact. The last known person exemplifying this ability was your grandmother.

Despite Hunt being a bit standoffish initially, you both eventually grew close to one another as he was staying in your apartment until the bad guys were caught. Anyone with eyes could see the connection between the two of you as you did things together that couples would do. From going eating takeout together to a watching movies together.

However, things changed between the two of you when he came back to your house all beaten and bruised after a night of being sent on a mission to take care of some people. After helping him get cleaned up, you brought him to your room and cuddled. This eventually resulted in him falling asleep in your lap as you raked your fingers through his dark shoulder length hair.

It was at that moment you saw a tormented male trying to survive the horrors of his past. From that day on, you two became a couple. Though, it had to stay low profile until the baddies were caught. Once they were, you and Hunt continued to living together.

You had truly believed that everything between the two of you was going well until you heard that sentence.

You had know idea what hurt more, hearing those words come from Hunt’s mouth or the fact that he was telling his friends and colleagues this.

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After dinner, you and Hunt are sitting on the living room couch, watching a movie together. The space between you two is evident.

Since Hunt got home from work, the interactions you’ve had with him brief. Though you try to ignore the words you heard earlier that day, they find way into your mind again.

She’s nothing like Shahar.

You must have been silent for a while because Hunt had turned off the tv and turned, looking straight at you.

“Babe… what’s wrong? You’ve only spoken a few words since I have come home and you’re not cuddling me like usual. Also, we didn’t have lunch together like we usually do every Friday. Is something wrong?”

Instantly, you shake your head.

“Come on (y/n), I know that isn’t true. Please, whatever it is, tell me and we can fix it together.”

Together?

You’d almost fall for his sweet words if you hadn’t heard what he said to Isaiah and Naomi earlier.

“I had gone to your work today to have lunch together when I heard what you said to Isaiah and Naomi.”

The angel’s smile is there only for a few seconds longer as if realizing what you were referring to.

“Baby…what you thought you heard this afternoon, isn’t what you think it is.” He stops to take a breath before continuing. “When you heard me saying that you are nothing like Shahar, I meant it.”

You wince before looking down to hide your tears.

“You are better than Shahar.” The angel pauses before continuing. “Looking back on the time I had with Shahar, I thought I loved her when in actually it was infatuation. From the time you and I have had together, I realized that the the moments I shared with her were ploys for her to gain my affection so that I can play a part in her rebellion all those years ago. Everyone in 33rd can see that.”

Hunt can tell you still look gets onto his knees and hugs you, holding onto your waist.

“I love you so much and I don’t want to taint you. You are literally the epitome of light and goodness while I’m darkness and corruption”, the angel in front of you says tearfully.

You are shocked by those words. He said those three little words that held such impact.

It doesn’t take long for you to take the angel’s chin into your left hand, looking into his dark, tear stained eyes. A contrast from his usual brooding stare.

“The man I love is more than that. An evil man wouldn’t feel guilt or remorse for what he has done. You do. You wipe his tears with your thumbs, kissing where the tear stains for. “Also, you were in a position where you had no choice”, your mind thinking back to the late Sandriel and Micah.

You then get to your knees to be leveled with Hunt, letting your fingers travel through his dark hair as a way to ground him. Though not as long as it used to be, you can’t help touching the remainder of his dark tresses.

Hunt then lets his hands gently touch your cheeks for a few seconds before bringing your face near to his own.

“I’m so lucky to have you as my love and mate.”

“Mate?” you look at him shockingly.

Realizing what he said, Hunt tries to explain.

“Yes, mate. I understand if it’s too soon for you to say but I want you to know that you are my mate… When I’m around you, I feel this need to protect you as well as want to be a better male.”

You smile at him. “I feel it too. Though, I was afraid to say something in fear that it wasn’t reciprocated.”

The two of you then lean into share a passionate kiss, whispering your love and commitment to one another for all eternity.

[vintagegirl01]

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you wearing something sexy

Steven:

Looks at you in amazement as he admires your body all around. As if you were a deity of some sort, he brings one of your hands to his lips. He then goes onto telling you how beautiful you are as well as how fortunate he is to have you in his life.

Marc:

Straightens himself out before telling you to sit on his lap. This leads to a heated make out session that then leads to cuddling, with you still sitting in his lap. Though silent, both your actions are those filled with love and respect for one another.

Jake:

Gives you the look before walking over to you, carrying you over his shoulder and into the bedroom. The night being filled with endless love making with sweet touches and whispered sweet nothings to one another being exchanged between you both until morning.

[vintagegirl01]

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you calling them by their first name based on the internet trend below: https://youtu.be/3FOLHWDY-4c?si=ZXIl1UkcNSCdvaZ4

Steven:

You and Steven have spent the day cleaning up around the flat and running errands around the city. Therefore, you both decided it would be best to unwind by reading in bed together.

Steven comes back into your bedroom with two mugs of tea for the both of you. You peck his lips in thanks.

“Hey Steven, before you sit down, can you please pass me that book on your nightstand?”

He turns around quickly. “Who is that?”

You giggle. “Steven, can you please pass the book over?”

Steven looks at you with those puppy eyes you love so much.“Why did you call me, Steven?”

“Because It’s your name, silly.”

“I’m not Steven. I’m your honey bunny.”

“Steven…”

“Honey bunny!”

“Steven…”

“ I’m not, Steven. I’m your honey bunny and that’s that.”

You smile and nuzzle into his chest. “Yes, you are.”

Marc:

You and Marc are watching a show on television, scrolling through your phones. Then something interesting comes up that reminds you of Marc that you just had to show him.

“Hey Marc, can I show you something?”

He looks up from his phone. “What did you just say?”

You start repeating your question again.“Can I show you some…?”

“I heard that part. I meant before that.”

“Hey Marc…?”, you say confusedly.

“Oh shit… what day is it?”, he starts checking his phone and looks up at the calendar.

No important dates. He thinks. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Did he forget to do the dishes? Did he leave on a mission without giving her a goodbye kiss before leaving?

“Hello. Earth to Marc…Baby, are you okay?”

“You called me baby? You aren’t mad at me?

You giggle.“No. But I was worried you were upset.”

There’s a few seconds of silence before Marc engulfs you in a hug. “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around him. “I love you too, baby.”

Jake:

Jake is currently working on his car outside of the flat. As a good girlfriend, you decide to go out and offer him some refreshments.

When you get outside, you see him working under the hood of his car.

“Hey Jake, I brought you some water and…”

You then hear Jake hit his head against the hood of the car as he mutters some curse words in Spanish.

You look at him concerned. “Jake, are you okay?”

“Cariño, stop calling me that!”, he says exasperated.

“What, by your name?”

“My name is Jake to you. It’s babe, baby, or daddy”, he says, giving you a smirk.

“Jake!”, you giggle.

“That’s it! He carries you over his shoulders and “You won’t be calling me Jake after this.”

“But your car…”, you start saying before he quickly interrupts you.

“Forget the car. I have more important matters to attend to”, he says as he enters your flat and locking the door.

[vintagegirl01]

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you not say “I love you back” when they leave based on the internet trend below: https://youtu.be/8mgnRIf3eG8?si=lhOPm1_xxKoC1vVN

Steven:

Steven is at the door with his satchel and coffee in hand.“I’m leaving for work, love. Have a good day! Love you.

“Bye, cutie! Have a great day!”, you respond.

Thinking you didn’t hear him, Steven repeats himself again. You responded the same way.

Steven then closes the front door of your shared flat.“You didn’t say it?”

You look at him confused.“Say what?”

“That you love me”, he replied.

“But you know I love you.”

He gives you those puppy dog eyes.“Say it back. I can’t start my day right without your sweet words. ”

You run up to him and kiss his lips.“I love you.”

Steven smiles. “I love you too.”

He then kisses your forehead before heading out.

Marc:

Marc is heading out to do a job for Khonshu out of the country. “I’ll be back in a few days. Take care of yourself. I love you! ”

“Stay safe!”

Marc closes the door instantly. “Babe, did I do something?”

You look at him confused. “No, why?”

“I said I loved you and you didn’t say it back.”

You stay silent.

He closes the door. “I’m not going. Not until you say it back. Something could happen out there…”

“Babe, nothing will happen. You know the suit protects you.”

“I need to leave knowing you love me.”

“Oh Marc, come here…”

Marc walks over to you. You give him the most passionate kiss you can. After a few seconds, you step away.

“I love you.”

A wave of relief washes over him. “Thank you! Was that so hard? Nevertheless, I love you too.” He leans in to kiss you again.

Though the kiss starts to get heated, you pull away. “Marc, don’t you need to leave?”

He gives you that smirk. “I can spare a few minutes.”

Jake:

Jake is heading to the store to pick up a few things for dinner tonight. “I’m about to head out. See you in thirty minutes. I love you.”

“Bye.”

Jake’s voice rings through again. “Love you.”

“Bye, baby.”

Jake begins walking to where you are lying in your shared bed.

You begin giggling.

“Alright then. If you’re not saying it, I’m taking you with me.”

You look at him confused. “What do you…ah!!”

Jake picks you up in his arms as he carries you out the door over his shoulder. “Babe, I’m in my pajamas and have no shoes on.”

[vintagegirl01]

I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! (Chapter 3)

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem reader

Part 1 :

Part 2:

Summary: You find yourself in a time and place you aren’t familiar with. Now trying to find your way home, you come across a man unlike any other.

A/N: The reader’s dialogue is in pink and Leto’s is in blue. Also, thoughts will be italicized and any other speaking parts will be in a different color.

“What do you mean you lost her”?

“We’re saying that when we came back to tend to her after talking to you, she was no longer there.”

“Why wasn’t anyone watching her”?

“Because you told us to come outside to talk to you”.

“Yet I’d expect that one or two of you would have stayed inside with her”, he says, a bit annoyed.

The medics look at him, wondering what he’ll say.

“Never mind, I’ll find her myself. She shouldn’t be that far.”

The medics are in shock and one of them asks.

“Your grace…why not have your guards look for her?”

“Because I don’t want to scare her and like I said, she shouldn’t have gotten that far. Especially with her recovering from her fainting spell.”

He then leaves the room with some confused and smirking medics.

“How much do you want to bet he has a crush on her?”

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Meanwhile…

You are still trying to find a way out of this palace. Luckily, you were able to change out of your hospital gown as you found an ripped, army green dress lying around.

I can’t believe how much loose clothes are everywhere.

After placing the hood over your head, you start to slowly walk around the empty hall. From what you can gather, this area must not be used often due to the amount of cobwebs, dust, and lack of light in the room.

Continuing to walk around, you then come across a large, brown wooden door. You push the door gently and walk in.

You enter the mysterious door, closing the door behind you. This room looks to be an office of some kind as you notice the piles of documents and scrolls on the desk.

Walking behind the desk, you take a look at the bookshelf behind it. Curiosity getting the best of you, you grab a random book from the shelf and begin reading through it.

Perhaps I will gain some insight about how I can get home.

As you begin to read through the book, you are in shock about what you find out. That humanity becomes so bad that they not only had to leave earth but that rulers rely on politics and prophecies to keep people in check.

And I thought we had it bad back in the present.

Though you knew things weren’t perfect, you’d never thought humanity would get like this. In fact, you always hoped you would play some kind of role in it getting better.

You place the book back on the shelf. Despite what you have found out, you vow that when you get home you will do something to improve the world to hopefully avoid this future.

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Unbeknownst to you, Leto continues searching for you. Although it isn’t until he decides to head to the office to go get something that he is pleased to have run into you quite literally as the way bump into him causes you to fall on top of him. Expecting to meet angry eyes, you are surprised to see that his deep, brown eyes are filled with amusement at the current position you are in. Almost as if he was happy to be in this predicament. Nevertheless, you do your best to get off of him so that he can be able to get up from off the floor.

As Leto gets up from the floor, he notices that you are still sitting on the floor. Though he notices that the gown from the healers you wore earlier is now replaced with a green dress. Rather than focus on how the material clings to your figure perfectly, Leto puts his right hand out in front of you in the hopes that you’ll take it.

“I think it would be best if we took the time to be honest with each other, wouldn’t you think?”

You smile, placing your hand into his own.

A/N #2: I know the gif doesn’t match with reader being on the floor but I truly liked the gentleness of this and what I’d expect Leto would be like. Also, I’m sorry this chapter took a bit longer to put out. Had this sitting in my drafts for a while but had no idea if I should even bother posting it as I had no idea how well received the previous two chapters would be, so thank you all for your patience!

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I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! (Chapter 2)

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Part 1:

Summary: You find yourself in a time and place you aren’t familiar with. Now trying to find your way home, you come across a man unlike any other.

A/N: The reader’s dialogue is in pink and Leto’s is in blue. Also, thoughts will be italicized.

The first thing you feel when you wake up is a coolness on your forehead. Reaching for your forehead, you feel a wet rag there.

You then open your eyes to see that the same man that you were talking with earlier seems to be in conversation with some medics (you’re assuming). However, you notice that these individuals tending to you seem to have a diamond tattoo on their forehead. Also, you seem to be wearing some sort of gray hospital-looking gown instead of the clothes you came in.

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So many thoughts are running through your mind right now.

How did I end up so far into the future? Last night, I was sleeping in my bedroom and I woke up in some strange place. A planet to be exact. This has to be some weird fever dream. Maybe I finally cracked under pressure and this is a result of that.

Yes, that’s what this is…A fever dream. The sooner I come to terms with that, the sooner I’ll wake up in my room and in my own time.

As you are trying to reason with yourself, the handsome man and medics notice you’re awake and speak up.

“You gave me quite a scare, my lady. When I caught you in my arms, I felt your forehead and you were burning up. Therefore, I thought it was best to bring you here where my medics can take care of you.”

You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything.

“Don’t be afraid, my lady. I don’t wish you any harm. I just want to help you”, he says, taking your hand gently to his to soothe you.

Great! I really must be losing my sense of reality for the handsome man to be this gentle and kind with me. Why does this have to be a dream?

“Get some rest, my lady. We’ll talk later.”

He then takes your hands and gives them a gentle kiss. You blush as you feel his beard tickle your hands.

The handsome man then walks outside with the doctors following him.

Though this is nice, I can’t stay here.

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Leto walks out to talk with his medical team away from you. He feels you’re afraid right now and doesn’t want you to be anymore than you already are.

Leto can’t figure it out but there’s something about you that draws you to him. Not just in looks but in the way you presented yourself to him so far.

“Make sure to keep me updated on progress every hour.”

The medics nod and make notes of this.

“Thank you.”

Leto walks away to let the medics get back to caring for you.

He isn’t too far away from the medics calling him, telling him that you were no longer laying down where he last left you.

Where did you go?

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I have a feeling we aren’t in the 21st century anymore! (Chapter 1)

AU Young Leto Atreides x fem! reader

Summary: You find yourself in a time and place you aren’t familiar with. Now trying to find your way home, you come across a man unlike any other.

Everyday the same thing happens. You go to work. Tend to your responsibilities at home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Though you know you should enjoy the monotony of knowing how and when things are going to happen, you can’t help but still yearn for more to do with your life.

Despite getting your degree and finding a part-time job to pass time until you are able to find a more permanent career path, you can’t help but feel as if you aren’t living your life the way you should be. Still in your early twenties and have no idea what you’re supposed to be doing with your life. Nevertheless, you go by the motions because you hold onto the hope that one day everything will fall into place as it should.

After finishing your nightly routine, you get into the sheets of your bed and close your eyes. Believing that what you’re seeking out of life will find you soon.

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When you wake up, you are shocked to see that you are no longer in your room. Instead, you seem to be inside a passageway of some kind that looks to have been abandoned based on the amount of cobwebs and dust you try to avoid inhaling.

Noticing the lanterns at the bottom, you decide to follow them in the hopes that it will lead you out of here.

As you make your way out of the passageway, you take notice of how dark everything is. A few minutes pass and you finally seem to be getting somewhere when you see a brown wooden door. You then open the door as quietly as you can to get an idea of where you are since you heard voices.

Looking from the doorway, you notice that the area is heavily surrounded by guards, male and female, wearing heavy metal suits.

Almost looks like something you see in sci-fi movies, you thought.

Noticing that none of them are facing you directly, you decide that your best plan of action would be to slowly walk away from their direction and begin walking where your feet will carry you. You have no idea where that is but anything is better than sitting around doing nothing at all.

Before moving forward with this plan, you barely remembered that you are still wearing your Dr. Strange Multiverse shirt and flannel looking shorts . Realizing that you will already stick out, you decide it may be best to try and draw less attention to yourself.

Looking around you, you notice there’s a long, brown hooded cape that is hanging on what looks to be a nail. Deciding it’s your best bet, you shake out whatever mess you could off of it and put it on.

You check if the close is clear one more time before heading out.

So far, so good, you thought.

You feel confident that you are about to get out soon until you suddenly hear a voice behind you ask.

“ Are you lost?”

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Thinking through your opinions carefully, you decide to feign ignorance (mostly because you have no idea where you are) and pretend you are looking for directions out of me.

As you turn around, you almost hold your breath at the man in front of you. This man is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

He is of average height with wavy hair and kept up facial hair and is wearing a dark green uniform of some kind.

Although, the think that you are most entranced with by him his dark brown eyes. As they seem to have this intensity that would make any woman feel special.

Not wanting to look more like a fool in front of him due to you lack of a quick response, you decide to talk to him.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”

“You’re in Caladan castle.”

“Caladan, can’t say I’ve heard of that city or country before.”

“My lady. Caladan isn’t any of those things. It’s a planet. The one that has proudly been my ancestral home, House Atreides Home, for about 10,000 years.”

“Planet? 10,000 years. Wait…” You begin taking in your surroundings more seriously as well as the information this man has told you. “What year is it?”

“10,172.”

“Oh.”

As soon as the handsome man finishes telling you this, the last thing you see is darkness with so many running thoughts.

No way are you that far into the future. One minute you were asleep in your room, the next you end up in an unknown place and time.

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