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vitaminseetarot · 5 months

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PAC Pick a Ride: Your Next Big Adventure 🌌🌠🌃

Thank you for voting in my latest poll! I'm surprised and glad to see that Next Big Adventure won by a landslide! Seeing as we have the New Moon in Sagittarius on the 12th, it makes sense that we are collectively interested in seeing what the next chapter has in store. Please note that some of these other topics mentioned in my polls may appear in future pick a card readings, so stay tuned.

So without further ado, let's get into our piles! Pretend as though you are a Knight from your favorite tarot deck about to embark on your next journey. Please choose your mode of transportation:

1 - Plane 2 - Ship 3 - Motorbike 4 - Train

Pile 1 - Plane

Cards: Re-Evaluate, Pencil Sketch, The Pilgrim, Ceres - Nurture, Patience, 26. Protection - Finding What's Important; I Magician, 10 of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles, XIX The Sun Channeled Locations: Canada, Singapore, Morocco, Ukraine, Australia, Philippines, UK, New Zealand, NYC, South Korea

Hi pile 1, you've chosen to travel by air, bypassing all the long troublesome routes. After all, the sky's the limit! Isn't it nice to measure your distance by how the crow flies sometimes? You're ready to catapult yourself into the next big adventure; I can tell there's a lot of excitement to see what's ahead here. You'd rather get to the next phase of your life instantly yet with ease. This is likely the pile with big career goals, especially if moving or actual traveling will be in the big picture. Maybe you're dreaming of traveling by plane as part of your future dream job? You don't just want to get there, as great as that is--it has to be done with intention.

You're in the process of drawing out what your next life would look like. The future seems full of creative possibilities, but with Pencil Sketch next to Re-evaluate, you're being asked to pay attention to the details. How do you want things to go one month from now, and one year from now? As great as it would be to have an entire decade mapped out, it's unrealistic, but it doesn't mean you can't draft some concepts. You should have something in mind, though, instead of setting out with a knapsack and praying for the best. If your next career or long term project could be anything you wanted, are you going to hop into something for 10 years that doesn't end up panning out in your favor, or would you rather delicately test something for a year before diving in? Moving forward can be exciting, but if you're going by plane, you will need some coordinates.

I think your reading is super straightforward, pile 1. You've got a lucky edge going for you with the tarot cards here. Whatever kind of career goal you have in mind, you may have a chance to "make it big" at some point. That won't come without a lot of foresight and careful investment, however. Don't try to rush into any big decisions right off the bat. I occasionally see the Magician card as the one signifying "read between the lines". If any contracts get involved, be very careful and read thoroughly. Don't be afraid to ask questions or seek clarification. The ones giving you the contact would rather see you jump in it blind, but you've got the crafty Magician energy to help you out during this retrograde period.

As eager as you are to begin your next journey, you're being asked to consider what you want to grow over the long term. This reading wants to shift the focus away from the end goal, even if there's a message here about acting with intention. Setting intention doesn't mean straying away from the present moment to only consider what happens in the end. Part of paying attention to detail means being aware and present in what's happening around you. The present moment is a crucial aspect of your growth period, and it wants you to gently guard after and care for your goal as though it were a plant. You know the fruit of the plant will be ready to eat when it's there and fully ripened, but in the meantime you can enjoy its flowers and fresh budding leaves.

Enjoy the gentle growth process, because once you do start to take off, you may be shocked by how high you'll find yourself in mere seconds. The initial lift of the plane as it begins to run with the sky can give you a wonky feeling like your whole world is shifting and moving with you. Your sense of time can change, requiring adjustment. If you're unprepared, the change could feel overwhelming. Make sure that by the time you're ready for that big takeoff in your work or projects, you will have built up a solid foundation to ground you once you're ready to come back down to earth. That's how you'll build lasting success in your life's next adventure. Stay optimistic, because that positive shift could come sooner than you think!

Pile 2 - Ship

Cards: Limitless, Calla, The Alchemist, 10. Capricorn - Achieve, Express Love, 11. Invention - Burning with Passion; X Wheel of Fortune, 4 of Wands, VII Chariot, 10 of Swords Channeled Locations: India, Greece, Ethiopia, Thailand, Spain, Iceland, Turkey, Croatia, South Africa

The seas are calling you, pile 2, calmly asking you to take only what's truly needed with you. The water's may be choppy, but out in the expansive blue seas, you can feel connected to the coasts of the entire world. With a firm grasp of the ship's wheel, you designate yourself captain as you adjust your sails and set your sights for the hidden treasure that lies ahead--or perhaps beneath your anchor. You're entering your next big adventure lit up with grand ideas for what to do all laid out on your map. Over the vast horizon, anything could happen, and you could find yourself shaking hands with anybody new. This pile may be seeking proposals or offers of some kind, ones that will let you dream bigger than you have before. This pile likely has a good idea of where to go next, or at least some interesting things written down.

These cards ask you to make peace with some aspect of your past. It could be that whatever you had planned before didn't entirely work out in your favor. As much as the online community talks about how rejection is divine protection, sometimes having plans fall apart is not going to feel good, even when you're just glad it's over with. The worst thing can be the feeling of not knowing what to expect after a fall. But your next chapter is showing a lot of promise in things to come, so don't let your past be the omen of your future. The tides are turning right now, and if you can focus on what you'd like to accomplish next, you'll be able to shift those tides in your favor. The first step is to see that you've survived the bad times, and that in itself makes you a victor. With that, you can move ahead with more confidence than before.

That's the thing about Capricorn energy: it thrives in conditions that others would consider too harsh or demanding. It's the drive to take the roughest materials and make diamonds from them. Once you can decide to make peace with what you've gone through, you can take the nuggets of wisdom you've garnered to make a beautiful new path for yourself. You dissolve the worst of your experiences and bring them together to make it better, as the Alchemist card suggests. The difficult times and failed attempts were not for waste; you've gained a lot of valuable growth that will provide a smoother current toward success in your next endeavor. This could be the pile that wants to start a business. Please know that simply starting a business, or even taking the first steps to plan one, takes a lot of guts already. If you've managed to go that far, congratulations! It takes a lot of hard work for a new business to be survive the long haul. So celebrate your milestones, no matter how small they seem.

Part of what makes this next chapter so fortuitous for you is how the energy is transiting through. You could be hit with a wave of inspiration from out of nowhere. If you've been stuck in one place without any wind to carry you through the fog, be prepared for that big splash! All hiccups set aside, you're still brimming with a lot of zeal for your next idea. You may even receive a cascade of insight, so be sure to write these things down as they come. You never know if something silly and small could end up helping you out later on. Your next big adventure is going to put the spark back in you, with a feeling of having a second chance at life, as Calla lilies represent rebirth. Don't be afraid to get excited over what's to come, pile 2. Your faith that things will work out for the better is contagious, as is your gratitude for the accomplishments you've made so far.

Pile 3 - Motorbike

Cards: Breathe, Snowboard, The Heir (Rx), 5. Leo - Shine, Balance, 21. Resilience - Finding Your Limits; 6 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Page of Wands, XIII Death Channeled Locations: Mexico, Italy, Midwest US, France, Norway, Egypt, Chile, Brazil

Your pile is like the fiery passion of the wands suit. Independent and bold, you chose to take open road for your next adventure, blazing a new path in front of your very eyes. You have an eagerness to take the world by storm, going wherever your first impulse wishes to carry you. This pile has a lot of drive to move forward to the next chapter with as much speed as possible, optimistic to find that next golden opportunity. And you're not afraid of a little showboating along the way. You even have the Snowboard palette card, which is a sport involving nothing but speeding down slopes and catching incredible air. This pile is the most excited for their next adventure.

Except actually, pile 3, you're being asked to slow down a little bit. And I get it! I get that this message can be so frustrating when you see what looks to be an endless highway yet the speed limit says 55. That might be a good pace for many folks, but for this pile it's not nearly enough! The thing to keep in mind is that this process of moderating your pace is for your overall benefit. See, you have the only reversed archetype card in all the piles. The card speaks of untapped potential, which is still there. It's simply saying that whatever you're seeking to do next, you're not totally ready because there is too much you're still carrying with you. To go with the motorbike analogy again, any leftover baggage from your past is going to weigh you down so it's in your benefit to review what you have before you can move forward. The more you let it go, the faster you'll be able to pick up the pace.

You have a lot to be proud of with how far you've come already. This pile likely thrives on challenges and sees overcoming them as a big part of spiritual development. Which can be true in many cases, and you demonstrate clearly that you're not afraid of what's to come next. It may come as a shock to you that your next chapter might be a little more quiet than expected. This is likely because, if you've gone through a lot of growth in your last chapter, it makes sense to have some downtime to balance things out. The Queen of Cups can be introverted energy, but she knows how to use her alone time to replenish her soul with art and meditation. You may have more time to spend by yourself steeped in creative drive rather than trying to accomplish too many things in the outer world.

This is one of the more spiritually oriented piles; over this next big phase in your life, your creative skills may flourish and evolve to another level. Maybe for a while you've been inclined towards artistic pursuits, but feel a desire to expand upon what you're already doing. With this energy, you're in alignment to have more time and energy to devote towards passions like painting, sports, or music. In this way, you can take that immense enthusiastic drive from the Page of Wands and channel it into something constructive or purposeful, even if you don't intend to monetize it.

Your next big adventure is tackling the speed limits that exist within you: the self imposed beliefs that tell you how fast you can go or where you're allowed to proceed. Thing is, in your inner world, you have a lot more freedom than you would on any highway. You can choose for yourself how you wish to manifest your passions into the world, and you can decide how much or how little passion you put into your work. Things like imposter syndrome can be their own mountains to climb, and this time around you're more geared up than ever to take it on. Once the spiritual mountains have been overcome, you'll be able to top anything the next chapter in life brings you.

Pile 4 - Train

Cards: Nucleus, Billiard Green, The Gambler, 44. Sixth House - Sustainability, Trust, 1. Vision - Contemplating the Future; XVIII The Moon, 10 of Wands, 3 Cups, XV The Devil Channeled Locations: West US, Sweden, Japan, Czech Republic, Netherlands, Slovenia, China, Germany, Switzerland

You've picked the solid, earthy pile of moving forward to your next adventure by train. Locomotion is slow but it's steady and reliable with time. Fully embodying the principles of inertia, once it moves it keeps moving, but it takes a lot of initial effort to get things going. Something you've worked on is slow going, but you're close or nearing the finish line. Once this is accomplished, things will move much more smoothly for you without so much push. Your next chapter will be steady, but it will be easier than before because it's already in motion.

I find this pile intriguing, y'all. You have Gambler above the Billiard card, and the Devil card shows a casino as well. It's almost bringing to mind old train heist movies. There's action, adventure, mystery, and a lot of fun here in this pile. Your next big adventure could involve having more chances to go out and have fun with friends. You could meet new friends around this time who will have a lot of extra pep in their step. They'll get you out of your shell if you've been in one for a while. Alternatively, if you see yourself as a party loving daredevil already, this new friendship may slow you down and protect you a little, in a good sense. They'll either be the head to your heart, or the heart to your head.

This pile is definitely more inclined to go with the flow in the next chapter. I almost typed 'glow' on accident, so perhaps you'll also experience basking in a 'glow' of some kind. You could be overcoming a huge obstacle at this time and look forward to more unstructured down time. You're encouraged to take time to enjoy yourself before moving to the next phase, but to also balance it out by taking moments to see where you'd rather go next. It's easy, after a huge achievement, to lose pace once the "now what?" sign is reached on your path. Go-with-the-flow doesn't necessarily mean 'fuck around and see what happens', lol. Try to find a middle ground here between playing and planning.

Your work-life balance will likely have some kind of pressure valve released like steam. You've had to really push for what you wanted this year. When opportunities looked scant, you had to tap in to your own power and immense resources to pull through. You've done so in flying colors. So your desire for freedom and thrills after a hard chapter is totally understandable. If you're not finished with something, there's almost a temptation here to run from it now and deal with it later. This isn't recommended; push through to the end because soon you will find yourself on the other side basking in the glow, and relaxing will be so much easier once you're fully done.

There's also advice to not get too carried away with material desires here. Your next chapter may have your finances fluctuating up and down, so try to stay steady with investments. If a windfall comes in, don't spend it all in a day. The Trust card here is talking about how you trust yourself with your resources and energy. When you're able to carry a greater amount with more responsibility, more will be added to you in due time. You're being asked to make small and consistent investments with wherever you're putting your value and resources into. Nothing wrong with wanting to splurge on something nice of course, especially if you've been working hard and you want to reward yourself. This is more to do with long term investments over the next few years.

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2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

Decks Used: Tarotwave, Starcodes Astro Oracle, Citadel Oracle, StarDragons, Opal Oracle, Starlight Messages, Color Palette cards

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a-d-nox · 8 months

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what's a mercury return?

did you know that you can check more than just your sun's return? any time a planet transits and becomes exactly conjunct your planet (it is in the exact sign and degree it was when you were born), you undergo a planetary return. mars returns happen roughly every 2 years (unless there is a retrograde too). my mercury return is coming up this october, so i thought once more let's continue breaking these down.

but what can a mercury return chart show you?

what your communication style will be like this cycle, what your voice is like, how your thinking changes, your health changes, perspective changes, your writing style or endeavors, social media trends (your online status), short trips you could be taking, your mannerisms and how they change, your mode of transportation / transportation woes, how sound your reasoning is, what you might be prone/apt to forget, gossip you partake in or that is spread about you, and/or how you have best make your daily routines work for you.

sun

egotistical thinking or remarks you make (or are made against you), what makes your voice/writing yours, how healthy you feel, how perceptive you are, what's said about you, how respected your words are / your ability to advise and lead, creative thinking, paise you give and get from others, mode of transportation, ego development, your dignity, social consciousness, positivity you spread, and/or self-expression.

moon

emotional thinking, interactions with your mother / motherly figure, emotional responses to your experiences, instincts to clapback, how you care for your intrusive thoughts, your social comfort zone, how emotional supportive you are this cycle, how you adapt in a social setting, communication habits, and/or comfortability in a social setting.

mercury

how efficiently you communicate, how your mind works, health (woes and otherwise), perception of the world around / how much you notice, writing abilities, social media following or drama, your relationship with your phone, short trips you take, how you get from one place to another, how reasonable you are, how you change, what you might forget, gossip you are involved in (what you participate in and what is said about you), reading habits, and how your daily routine changes.

venus

how you express your love for others, who you find attractive attraction, romantic gestures you make, what you perceive as beauty/beautiful, your ability to express sympathy/empathy for those around, what brings you happiness/joy/pleasure in your day to day life, artistic expression/endeavors, how kind you are to yourself (important for mental health), sentimental/nostalgic thoughts you, ability to reach a compromise with others, your ability to share your thoughts and ideas, what entertains you day to day, what you values, sponsorship, how cheerful you sound, and/or whether/where you are lazy in your routine.

mars

how you express what you are passionate about, self-confidence, ambitious thoughts/ideas, sexual thoughts/ideas, aggressive expressions/thoughts, how you express desire(s), competitive thinking, impulsive responses, how courageous you sound to others, tasks you must take care of in your routine, how you assert your thoughts, social activities, how much energy you have to do what must be done, and/of how enthusiastic you sound.

jupiter

accolades for your academic/written achievements, wealth/expansion of knowledge, success related to education/health/routine, opportunity to learn more, social popularity, where you are brutally honest with others, wisdom you share, ease brought by routines you form, philosophical beliefs and knowledge, optimistic frame of mind, religious knowledge gained, your thoughts on justice / the law, new topics you explore, profitable ideas, your dedication to your studies, and/or mental growth.

saturn

social/health/educational challenges, struggles with mental health, interactions with your father / fatherly figure, social/health anxiety, guilt surrounding the things you say/think, educational delays or delays in you commute, what you learn that will serve you life long, thoughts on aging/time, limitations in your schedule/routine, discipline when maintaining your routine, reminiscing about the past, health deficiencies, practicalities in your routine, efforts to be healthier or get out there in the social realm, mental endurance / ability to persevere hard times, how mature you are when talking with others, and/or grudges you hold against others / actions and words that live rent free in your mind.

uranus

socializing with others, use of technology / social media, surprises/spontaneous gatherings / social interactions, unique conversations, ups and downs in your social reputation, rebellion against others, independent/original thoughts/ideas, what you do in your free time, shocking gossip said about you or what you say about others, chaos in your social realm, and/or fans/followers on social media.

neptune

how kind you are / kind gestures you make, how compassionate you are, creative ideas, your social sensitivity, isolation for others, intuitive thoughts, secrets you have/keep, dreams/imaginative thinking, deception/lies you tell others, delusional thinking, where you lack perception or "hallucinate" (you think you saw something but it's inaccurate or didn't happen at all), trends of confusion in conversations, spiritual exploration, what inspires your new ideas/thoughts/beliefs, and/or what fascinates/captivates your thoughts.

pluto

how your health / social life / mode of transportation changes, what you hold social power, sexual thoughts, destructive thoughts, how you change your routine or what you change in your routine, intense conversations, social magnetism, obsession thoughts, how you manipulate others or how others manipulate you, health of your sexual organs, and/or what you remove from you day to day life.

1h/asc

how identifiable your voice is, how you can make your voice / writing / social media stand out, a majority of first reactions to what you say / how you appear online, how enthusiastic / optimistic you sound, how your mouth/hand appear, how confident you sound, beginnings to the stories you tell, and/or how you initiate conversations with others.

how much you spend on knowledge / time spent talking / writing / on social media, your ability to store/remember knowledge gained, what you do with that knowledge, your ability to profit off of what you know, sponsorships, self-confidence in what you say / write / how you appear online, and/or how your singing voice develops.

how/who you communicate (with), how your speaking voice sounds, how people interpret your writing, how your mind works, your ability to perceive things in the world around you, how your opinions have changed, thoughts/ideas you are conscious of, what you think about your siblings, interactions with your siblings, gossip you take part in, what you like reading during this time period, how you get from only place to another, what you post/view on social media, how much you use your phone, who you visit often, chance of publishing your writing, and/or short trips you take.

4h/ic

how you communicate with family, how you treat your inner child, emotional thoughts/writing, foundations, heredity health issues that arise, traditions / following a ritual, moving locally, and/or your perceived femininity / what you view as feminine.

how you act around children / childish people, childish thoughts you have, creative thoughts/writing, dramatic interactions, risky thoughts/communication, what you say when all eyes/attention is (are) on you, how you and your love interest communicate, local trips/vacations, mental games you play, and/or speculative thinking.

your ideal routine, how you take care of your health, health issues, what you think you are obligated to do, thoughts on how you can improve yourself, innocent thoughts/communication, peoples responses/reactions to what you do for them, what you think of your co-workers, and/or analytical thinking.

7h/dsc

how you communicate about and in long term relationships, thoughts on marriage, how you communicate your concern for others, how you deal with conflicts verbally, how well you work in a group setting, how carefully you (should) read contracts, how your open enemies on social media or in life communicate their dislike/hatred for you, how capable you are at negotiating your terms and conditions, how you keep the peace and harmony amongst others, and/or your ability to share your thoughts.

social transformation/change, sexy talk, thoughts on death, what thoughts you are often stuck thinking about, ideas that you reproduce, how you combine ideas, taboos thoughts/ideas, secrets you keep to yourself, mysterious conversations you have, magical hobbies/rituals your preform, your connection with you therapist or the shadow work you do on your own, thoughts on surgery/operations, and/or trauma thoughts/memories.

wise thought and wisdom you share with others, religious practices/rituals you typically do, philosophical thoughts, pursuit of higher education, your ability to see things from other peoples perspective, languages you learn, how you communicate with your in-laws, ethical thinking, long road/train trips across country, what your social media is like, what you watch on television, how you communicate with your grandparents, and/or what new things you learn.

10h/mc

how you communicate in a career/professional setting setting, your social status, your reputation online / social reputation, your social media fame, long-term health/education goals, social responsibilities, the authority in your voice, and/or where you are gaining expert level knowing.

11h

what you think of your friends, how social you are in a friend group, social media gains, money made from career, social desires for recognition, your communication with step-parents, your communication with step/half siblings, how your thinking is unique, your use of technology, social awareness of other thoughts/ideas, social ideals, political expression via verbal techniques, how well you social network, how you make your debut into the literary/academic world, and/or your willingness to be in the party/social scene.

12h

healing mental health issues, what hidden knowledge you uncover, social karma, your thoughts on old age, how well you sleep / how well rested you feel, social solitude/isolation, the types of dreams you remember, what your hidden enemies are saying about you, your delusional thinking, social/health fears that you have, what you are reading to escape reality, how you withdraw socially, social media privacy, where your knowledge is limited, subconscious thoughts, the type of thinking that causes your self-undoing, and/or passive thinking.

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halodbethyname · 4 months

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Planets in the 3rd House

🗣️👥📌THIRD HOUSE: The mind, intellect. Communication, short distance travel, also siblings, close relatives. Planets in this house have an effect on the natives’ communicative abilities and tendencies, and intellect, or how one processes information. They may also influence one’s political activity, mode of short distance transportation, even daily errands.

☉THE SUN: prospers in the third, giving a sociable nature and likability. Brave in social situations, may even give political influence , political career. Makes friends easily, the siblings are important component to the personality, and has a high intellect, may even be an analyst, or publisher.

☾THE MOON: strong emotional bond with close family, esp. siblings. sign, other placements and aspects can give more insighf. This placement can also give creativity, natives may be writers, directors, influential with media, advertisement.

☿MERCURY: high intellect and communication ability, loves thinking and sharing ideas within a group. Very chatty placement, and fast learners. Common placement for teachers, public speakers. They are well informed and sometimes a gossip.

♀VENUS: beautiful/notable speaking/singing voices. Charming and personable individuals who may have many talents or creative pursuits. May enjoy diversity in partners or even poly relationships. Often a strong emotion relationship to close family and siblings. Often attracts social partners as well.

♂MARS: courage is notable of this placement, defensiveness over family and siblings, sociability can be source of career advancement/ income. Take care on short errands and while driving especially, esp. when transiting mars negsticely aspects your mars, may be prone to accidents on the road, or arguments with the siblings. Solid in morality and opinion, and can sometimes be considered over-defensive of their opinions. Excellent debater, speaker.

♃JUPITER: intutitiveness, high intellectual and communicative capablities. This native excels in social circles and may find many lucky opportunities through socializing, also an excellent placement for teachers, they can grow personally from imparting their knowledge onto others, ability to analyze and foresee gives intuition

♄SATURN: limitation, restriction in communication and the sharing of ideas, may have a stern, serious disposition and be slow to speak. May even struggle socially due to outdated modes of communication. Saturn struggles in the third and the native must learn to build healthy self-confidence and studying habits.

♅URANUS: adventurous, unconventional thinkers who bring wow or shock factor to socializing. They are exciting to talk to and often have a unique, unconsidered perspective, which can get them into interesting social situations and create a rebellious streak in conversations. Their ability to always see a new perspective can give this native a devil’s advocate quality. Good placement for comedians.

♆NEPTUNE: high intelligence, vivid imagination and intuition. These natives are very creative, with many interests that can cause scatter-brained-ness, inability to fully focus on one oursuit, and maybe overlook important details necessary for success. Ideas may come to these natives in dreams, and because of their easily-imposed-upon intellectual nature, should be careful to avoid manipulation and deception, both in themselves and from others.

♇PLUTO: deep, ambitious thinkers. Can have great power of words and influence in social situations. Should also take care to avoid intellectual power plays, schemes. Good placement for leadership, social change advocates. They love to learn, and may soend much of their time in deep introspective thought, also a good placement for researchers.

It’s been a minute, here’s the planets through the third house ❤️

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hcdragonwrites · 8 months

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A Mountain of Sweets

(a @journey-to-the-au fic) Tea Trouble part 1

Ok! This is a part one of two- yes I did it again I wrote something that’s a biiiiit longer then I want to subject y’all to in one post- so I had to split it. ENJOY!

Today would be glorious.

Earth Reaching Willow had to make sure everything went perfect. She had woken early, disentangling herself from her cuddle buddy of Wukong, Pear and several new babies who had begged for a story and had fallen asleep on Willows arms and in her hair. She dressed simply and made her way to the kitchen to help get a head start.

Her sisters were coming to visit.

All six sisters.

Everything had to be perfect, it would go perfect. It would go amazingly well. Willow had already started upon the tea cakes and tarts, picking the best peach jams and stuffings. Willow selected the finest green tea brand. Willow pulled the tea set gifted to her from Guanyin on her Wedding day, a spectacular peace of simple white porcelain laced and decorated in blossoms. She grabbed the finest tray and collected the sweetest teacups. When the teacakes and tarts finished she settled herself into the work going through the cold storages and ice boxes for the best fruits and seeds to fry. A plethora of moon tea cakes, of coconut cakes, and bean cakes was slowly being created. Willow roasted pine nuts, she fried small breads and cut the cold stored fruit into harmonious shapes of lotus blossoms and stars.

All seven sisters were coming to visit Flower Fruit Mountain. Stress strung her tighter then a bow for two reasons. The first of course was to impress. Her sisters would finally see how beautiful the world is here, to see how the Earth was not something to turn their nose up at. It was a paradise that consistently changed, that surprised her with every hand painted dawn and new sketched night. No two days were the same, no two phases of the moon were similar. The world was cast in shades and colors and music that Willow hoped- that she prayed - her sisters would see.

The second reason for her stress was … all six of her sisters were coming to visit.

Summer Turning Flower, her second sister and her mothers daughter. Winter Frosted Grace, with her cold confidence and calculations. Autumn Leaves Falling, who could charm a raging storm with a smile. Wind Over Sea, the swiftest and most eager to please. Weaves The Clouds, who liked to prank and tease. And Little Weaver Girl, the sweetest and youngest of the sisters.

Seven sisters of Heaven and … Willow worried for her sweet family here on the Mountain. Back when the Heavens didn’t corral the daughters in so tightly, on a summer night, they had decided to visit the earth. They had snuck out and taken their fathers best heavenly steeds- both as protection and as a mode of transport- to take a night among the mortals. It was a jaunt and play at rebellion, one Willow and Flower had been in planning for years. They had escaped the court, laughing with the abandon of children. Down to earth the seven sisters upon seven steeds had come a galloping. They had gone to the closest river, the shiniest bend of liquid night, and had slipped from garments to nothing. They had swam with abandon, laughed and splashed. The joy of that night gave Willow a beat of heart sickness. She missed those days when the sisters had laughed and schemed together.

They had been so naive then. So carefree. A taste of that joy was just in her memory, a warm brush against her senses. Like a ghost of a feeling.

“Willow?”

She turned seeing a very sleepy and very tired Wukong blinking at her. His fur was mused. His face still carrying the lines of sleep as he yawned wide and rubbed at his eyes.

“I was wondering where you had gone.” He came walking forward into the kitchen reaching for her hand. Willow stepped forward and took it. Wukongs eyes widened at the counter behind her- the red practically swallowing the polished gold of his pupils. “It is so early still, My Willow Tree.”

Willow felt a bit of her face flame. Just a little, as the Monkey King stepped up to the counter and looked at her mornings work. Wukong tugged her hand.

“Tell me you haven’t been up all night making these.” His faced begged her to counter his assumption. How else could she have accomplished so much in so short a time?

“Only since the first chime of the bell.” Willow sheepishly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, looking to the floor, to the ceiling, everywhere but her sweet friends face.

“The first chime! Willow- that was six Chimes ago!” He admonished and her husband was suddenly larger- leaning into her face and taking away her ability to duck his looks. Drat Wukong. Her friend may be uncomfortable with direct eye contact but he would quickly forget about it when it came to things of this nature. He now used his magic to make it so she could not escape his scrutiny.

“That was the turning of the night Guards! I could have had the chefs start the preparations. You did not have to wear yourself out.” Wukong gently put a finger to her chin, tilting her head up. A thumb ran beneath her eye, shadowing the dark circles that had made nests below.

“… “ Willow was caught. She had nothing to say in her defence. She had just been so nervous- so nervous and wanting to impress the impossible expectations of her sisters. Wukongs eyes softened, the gold going warm , honey melting into warm embers.

“Oh Willow what has you so worried.” He held her face in his hands gently, not caging her in but holding her so she could not deny or run from it. A simple I am here that grounded her.

“I just want everything to be perfect.” Willow sighed. She held one of his hands with her own. Wukong twined his fingers with hers, rubbing the backs with the pad of his thumb. “I want them to love Earth and see how much I love it. How beautiful it is. This whole place- everyone here- I love it so Wukong. I just …”

“Princess,” He kissed her brow, the places beneath her eyes where those shadows nestled. His smile was the soft curve of the moon at night, all soft light and kindness. “Your sisters will love it because you love it. You have nothing to worry for.”

“You say that but…”

“Willow,” he tapped her nose, tucking and tugging her into his arms, “if you wear yourself out before they have even started their decent from Heaven, I will bring Beng in here to scold you for the lack of sleep.”

His breath tickled her ear as he threatened Willow. She gave a mock gasp, looking up from her place beneath his chin.

“Not Beng! He scolds with his face.” Willow scrunched her face in the best Beng impression she had, the one the medicine monkey wore when his patients clearly ignored his advice. Wukongs face broke into laughter, a delightful waterfall of vibration along her back. “He may never say a harsh word but his face speaks enough to make my ears turn red.”

“My point exactly.” Wukong said. He grew a bit larger, setting Willows feet on his own. He started to walk her back, puppeteering her away from the kitchen in the goofiest way. “Now come on…”

“But…” Willow looked at the rice cakes, the bountiful mess and harvest of her labour. Was it enough?

“No one will touch the cakes.” Wukong promised. “No one would think to today of all days to do that. All of the mountain is abuzz and they want today to go off without a hitch.”

“I just … “ want to impress them. Want to impress you. I want there to be harmony between the love of my family in Heaven and the love of my family On Earth. “I want you to be happy with them.” She said out-loud.

Willow didn’t get to see the way the monkeys eyes went from honey to butter at her words. He melted against her, draping her in fur and twining his tail around her waist.

“Oh my Willow Tree.” He said it so softly, eliciting Willow to look up. Just in time, for Wukong had her legs out from under her and had swung her around onto his side. He was carrying her almost like the mothers did to their babes, close but with one hand on the ground. Willow curled into him, seeing the tender admonishment in her friends eyes.

“Come. Back to bed with you. The littles are all upset their Grandmother left without morning kisses and Pear is particularly beside herself.” Before she could say more, Wukong was loping away and back to their room where a barrel of littles came climbing and begging for cuddles and kisses. Wukong worried not for the snacks Willow had made. He more or less worried about the the stores she had burned through in those six chimes.

For Willow, in all her worry, had made a mountain of tarts, a landslide of teacakes, a sea of fried breads and foodstuff, that spilled and took over not one but four of the longest counters in the kitchens.

As he looked down on her, still holding him as she cuddled and cooed to the little monkeys he thought, fondly and with humour, “What am I going to do with you and your habit of baking us under a mountain of sweets?”

It was only a short time later that Ma and Ba crept into the kitchen, tempted by the smells of sweets and baking.

“Just one won’t hurt.” Ba grumbled. He wouldn’t admit it to Willow- but her food had woken him from his tangle with Chestnut and their little Lychee.

“Of course.” Ma said, stepping up to the counters with her tail excitedly flagging. She was still in the dregs of her recent release from postpartum depression. Willow had gently, for weeks, left foodstuffs and sweets outside her and Bengs hut. A kindness and a gesture Ma was so thankful for. Between Pomelo and Mulberry, she was practically spent with energy. She had also smelled the sweets being made and … couldn’t help herself.

“Willow wouldn’t mind one missing…” or two. Or ten.

Neither of the Marshals however, noticed the ice blue eyes open from a perch just above them, a cracked fracture in the wall.

“If you touch a single one of Willows cookies for those Celestials,” the cold voice of Xinshu whipped out like an adder freezing the twins in place “I will personally see your pelts pulled and turned into mud rugs.”

Xinshu fell as silent as a snow cat from her perch. Her teeth were barred in a threat. “I won’t have you two making us look foolish because you ate all of the baked goods.”

Ma and Ba, caught and cowed, scuttled away from the white simian in all her fury. If they had lingered long enough to see, to peek back in, they would have seen Xinshu look at the sweets. Like at a peach tart. And slide it into one of the pockets in her belt

#hcwrites #writing stuff #hcfanfics #for journey to the au #FIRST PART DONE #HERE WE ARE A CUTE LITTLE PRECURSOR TO THE DRAMA ABOUT TO UNFOLD #jttw au #jttw tag #sun wukong #jttw sun wukong #earth reaching willow #Wukong being big fluffy man who likes to walk his wife on the tops of his feets ? yes #am I a sucker for cute actions and romantic things? yes #have I stres baked before? YES #I listened to Hoizers new album with this. but the one that I really liked is “All Things end’#it’s that chorus man it’s like an anthem of the heart.#i love it #this is so fun to write pls #ENJOY IT ALL OF YOU #these monkeys have me in a choke hold but it ain’t bad #it’s so FUN TO WRITE FOR ALL THESE PEOPLE #It helps me also when I write my stuff because I am my OWN worse critic #like if it’s for me I am nitpicking everything and chewing it over #writing for others helps me not be over critical.#BUT ALSO WRITING CUTE LITTLE INTERACTIONS IF FUCKEN FUN PLS #HOW WUKONG COMES IN ALL SLEEPY FOR WILLOW #LIKE imagine home waking up and popping his head out of the cuddle nest and going ????? wife???? wife missing????#He had to leave a double for the littles to snuggle on #WRITING XINSHU BECAUSE HER BEING SNEAKY OVER MA AND BAS SHENANIGANS #ALSO FRUIT TROOP IS COMING

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Predictions for the DLC in HW2

So it's pretty apparent a "certain" alligator is missing. He's not the only one to be absent.

Tangle and Gregory are also missing. Plus, we never got the answer to how Gregory became GGY in the first place, nor how he escaped. The DLC will answer that question. Now, how will it go about it? I'm still determining. It would be cool if the DLC had a new hub like Curse of Dreadbear.

One thing I noticed in playing HW2 is when the mask is on and you are playing the minigames. You are playing in these locations that shouldn't be operational. I don't mean post Security Breach. I mean during the time when the Pizzaplex was open.

We see a Bonnie Bowl game using what appears to be Bonnie Bowl's original layout for the lanes. Before it was remodeled. We ride the Foxy Log Flume ride even though the ride is defunct. There's the Merry-Go-Round that doesn't appear in SB or Ruin. We aren't transported to the past. The ceiling on Bonnie Bowl is the floor in Ruin. The player is being shown what the Pizzaplex was in the past, but the location still limits the mask.

The HUB with the mask on is the Pizzeria from FNAF6. The games we play related to that are things we did when that place was open. This game is a midquel between Security Breach and Ruin. It still shows us things from the past.

The DLC will have Monty, Bonnie, Molten Freddy/Tangle, and Gregory as the main focus, taking place AFTER Ruin. How would this work? Well, it is similar to HW2 in its base game. We will be playing minigames set in the past. Why is Monty not in HW2 right now? Unlike Chica and Roxy, whose bodies aren't all dissimilar to their original forms. Allowing them to have the same game. Monty is just a torso. Which would make it hard to give him a similar easy and "hard" mode.

That's why this DLC will take place after Ruin. Think about it, what other time would make sense to fix Monty? You might even have to fix Monty to unlock his minigame. His minigame's goal will be to improve his mind by returning to the past. See everything that happened. What really happened between him and Bonnie. Then, see who you think is the true culprit.

Surprisingly enough, the Gondola ride tells the truth. Monty really did look up to Bonnie, and they later left on amicable terms. There is actually evidence that the two co-existed WHILE Monty was a Glamrock. The first clue I found is where Bonnie is hidden. You can find Monty Bowling balls on shelves. This couldn't have happened if Monty wasn't a Glamrock before Bonnie was attacked.

Yes, I'm aware of the "evidence" that Monty killed Bonnie. Think about it. Has anything indeed been concrete? It's been stuff in the in-universe rides and attractions. Here's the thing. Going by the books and his games in the universe. Monty plays the villain. It's even stated he is meant to be destructive to a degree. This wouldn't be the first time Fazbear has used a rumor in its marketing to try as a way to dismiss it.

The ONLY thing that could directly connect Monty is that it isn't symbolism or anything else of that nature. It is the green substance on Bonnie's chest. Which I need help believing is paint. Part of that is if Monty was wet with paint. Why is it only there? Not on any other part of Bonnie. Despite the fact we see this, the rabbit took a beating everywhere else. My counter was Monty, who had used the water in Monty Golf to wash the paint off. Okay, so why not the chest, too? Let's say it is paint. It makes more sense to have paint off their fingers, and it is known to slash. The jumpscare in Ruin and HW2 shows this is their primary method to kill the player. I thought about it as a joke, but now I'm more sure.

Moon is our true culprit.

This is why he is a threat in Bonnie Bowl on the roof in the HW2 mini game. It was a hint at his involvement.

Sun is crafty and likely would have wet paint on his fingers when turning into Moon. Would still stay on there. Whether or not Moon used green paint to incriminate Monty is unknown.

Also, in the Daycare attendant's room. You will find Staff bots beat up and torn apart. This is similar to Monty's room and Roxy's Salon. That's not what's unusual. What's notable is that there are Glamrock Endos in this room. Torn apart.

That, and while Freddy is friendly to everyone. Even Monty is considered a friend. He refers to the Daycare attendant as "it." Then also, why would Cassie's dad not tell her what happened? Daycare attendant was one of her favorites. She enjoyed being around them. Even the Moon part. Besides being told to hide it from the company. Imagine how devastating it would be to hear that the kind Daycare attendant killed Glamrock Bonnie.

Also, Bonnie's statue in HW2 is looking up and scared. The Glamrocks are all roughly the same height. They even use that same base endo. So if Bonnie was frightened of something to be arched back and looking up. It would have to be something taller than him or forced him to look up.

Moon would be the candidate that could and would attack from above. It's how he can kill you in Ruin.

Part of this DLC will be that. Showing who really attacked Bonnie. Explains how Gregory became GGY and escaped. Finally, Giving Monty more characterization.

With that being said. I also would be OK with a redemption arc. It would be interesting if the Gondola ride was still true. Monty did look up to Bonnie. Then, he adored the fame. At first. He was just the understudy. Only there when Bonnie required repair. Than he had an idea. If Bonnie had an "accident" he could be on stage longer. Adored by fans. Now he goes to the catwalks and stares at the giant bucket. Bonnie trusted him enough to stand around and wait. Monty didn't mean for Bonnie to be gone, he just wanted the chance to be the big star. Well, look where that got him.

It would be immaculate to have a character arc with Monty. As we see him trying to fix what he did. Here's where I'm conflicted. On one hand. I do want to see Glamrock Bonnie in action. On the other. The idea is that Monty can't undo what he did and can only learn from it and improve. Make it a traggic lesson on actions having consequences. Would be leagues better as character development and complexity than if he would fix Bonnie and act like nothing happened.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf #monty #security breach #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #fnaf monty #alligator #montgomery gator #fnaf sb ruin #moon #sun #daycare attendant #hw2 #help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 spoilers

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Breaking down the comics: What big Teeth (Issue 29)

Moon Knight, Issue #29: Morning Star.

Enter WEREWOLF BY NIGHT.

We're going back to the start of it all.

Also, this cover? Fucking BANGER.

(This issue has two stories, but I'm going to cover the second shorter story in a separate post.)

Titles page reads:

"Jack Russell must reach Moon Knight before the full moon, before the change...And before the hooded figures can use him for their own terrible ends."

Yesss….. It’s time to fall back to the roots of it all. A horror story.

We open on a train yard.

"It has been said that the train, outmoded though it may be, functions as the nations lifeline.

But here's something else that's been said: 'As a viable mode of transport, the nation's once mighty rail system is dying a painfully slow death'

Take your pick....Then Decide where that leaves the nation. Or consider this: Here, in the twilight of an Omaha Freight yard, long lines of trains merely slumber.

Reassuring? Nope.

Because the peace of sleep is easily shattered."

We see a man running for his life as people fire on him.

"I could change... I could kill the man... But I don't want to..." He weaves through the train cars and tracks.

"Full moon rising... Soon I won't be able to control myself... Just a little longer!"

He jumps on a train that's starting to pull out.

But the train moves at a crawl.

The men move in.

But the moon is risen and full.

"Dusk dies. Leaving only a circle of silver to light the sky..."

And the monster is awake.

"First night: Darkness and the moon conspired with an ancient curse to answer my prayers --and to give me what I needed. From the shadows of the boxcar I reached out, seized the first man--and Squeezed.

He was surprised. I felt my talons flex under the pressure. Then puncture his flesh. Blood spurted. I bared my fangs and almost howled, but not yet...not yet.

True, I'd become the werewolf again and all awareness of my human identity as Jack Russell had gone the way of my flesh... Still, I was cunning.

Soon the hated man would be dead...But I knew there were three of them. Plenty of time to howl, so I snarled instead."

The wolf carries on. He rips into flesh then runs. The wolf knows it needs more time.

It makes a break into the night on the departing train.

The remaining men rush to the station and demand to know where that train is going.

New York City is about to get interesting.

Back in LA, we find ourselves in a satanic cultist curch where the leader, Schuyler Belial, who also calls himself Morning Star, is giving a midnight mass sermun.

It's typical satanist cultist stuff.

As part of his promise to his followers is that he produce the "Beast of the Apocalypse".

Which he was supposed to produce that night. That obviously is not going to happen.

"You promised you'd produce the beast tonight! That's what we came for! Where is he?"

"Ah, no--Not tonight--But soon. Soon the sign shall be manifest! And you shall see--"

Apparently he's been promising to deliver the beast for the past year.

It's hard to deliver a pissed off werewolf on a time schedule.

The congregation is pretty displeased and most of them leave. This leaves Morning Star pretty riled up.

He needs that beast and he plans to get it.

Time to head to New york.

You know who else is in New York?

This page is just….It’s the heart of this comic. Lockley chilling with his friends. You got Crawley and his flowery language and oddly high insight. Jake asking how Gena and the kids are doing. Flint contacting Moon Knight through Gena’s diner… It’s perfect.

Moon Knight meets up with flint. Flint passes along a letter marked "Super urgent" for Moon Knight.

"Moon Knight, for past favors, please meet me tonight before 6-- Jersey countryside, old house on Deer Run Road just off Routes 27 and 63. -Jack Russell"

Moon Knight has a flashback of him punching a werewolf.

Yeah...that...that sounds about right.

He makes haste but it's a half hour trip and it's already Five thirty.

Yeah that's pretty much how it went last time too.

"Moon Knight wasn't in time. I jumped all over him for it. When the moon is full, I have no control over myself...None! And then I splashed through glass into the night. "

Moon Knight has his own thoughts on it.

"Well, you may have transformed, Russell...But you sure haven't changed much since our last meeting... Still adhering to an altogether too hairy lifestyle."

"Too late by a matter of minutes--And now instead of merely containing him, I've got to capture him."

Moon Knight is not looking forward to this night. He's been faced with capturing him before.

The Wolf runs for freedom, knowing the Moon Knight is after him.

He's easily distracted at the sight of prey.

A large stag frozen in fear before him.

"And there HE was--A wealth of silver moonstuff itself."

Moon Knight bursts into the clearing and startles off the stag.

Russell gives chase. And so does Moon Knight.

There he goes…on the ground again. He has the worst luck.

And Moon Knight takes a hard blow to the head.

The attacker flees and calls up Morning Star to tell him the bad news. "Moon Knight the Avenging white angel" is after the beast.

Morning star elects to wait until Russell has changed back to human form when he is worn out and easier prey.

Speaking of prey, the wolf has taken his own prey down and feasted well. His rage and need for the hunt quelled, he heads to a stream to wash off.

And then the dawn broke and the man was left behind.

"I went to sleep on my feet--standing in water."

And just a few yards away, Moon Knight also awakens.

They’re doing great.

Moon Knight pulls Russell from the water. He and Frenchie take Russell back to Grant Mansion to let him rest.

He wakes from a nightmare.

Moon Knight asks him about the men following him. Russell believes them to be phantoms, since he can't seem to shake them.

"...But no matter how far or fast I go, sooner or later they always show up."

Moon Knight recalls how the cowl mic was filled with static.

He calls in a doctor.

Outside, down the road, the cultists wait for their chance.

After x rays are taken they discover a chip that has been implanted in Jack's head just under the scalp.

The doctor says he can remove it, but it will take time and time they don't have. He will have to wait till the next day to remove it.

Moon Knight explains to Jack how he's being tracked.

In the mean time, he does what friends do best.

"Strap you down, lock you up, and keep watch over you throughout your werewolf phase. Right here."

The moon rises and so does the wolf. He snaps the straps and is now loose in Grant mansion!

Yeah...Moon Knight didn't think this one through....

CONTINUED NEXT TIME!

I have to say, I love how when the wolf appears, we get the narration from the wolf’s point of view and it’s still in Russel’s voice, but more confused and more driven by the wolf.

On a different note, I was excited to see Marvel previews for other comics popping up in the back of this issue! It means that Moon Knight has broken into the big leagues at this point and now they are advertising the more mainstream events and comics.

There was ALSO a letter from the editor, Denny O'Neil stating that Ralph Macchio has been promoted and will be dancing up the Marvel food chain. It also talks about how the publishing schedule for Moon Knight is going to change. They can't give information yet, but the hope is to reach a larger audience.

It's heartwarming to see how this little obscure comic started to get such a following so early on and started to grow.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Werewolf by Night #Jack Russell #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #They're friends #Everyone Moon Knight makes friends with started with a punch #Nothing makes me happier than Moon Knight having flashbacks to punching a werewolf #That first comic was something else #Let's get this bread #It's spooky time ya'll!#Analyzing the comics

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Song Title Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @whitedarkmoonflower and @synindoodles

Rules: Using only song titles of one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people.

Artist/Band: Foo Fighters

What's your gender: "Saint Cecilia"

How do you feel: "My Poor Brain"

If you could go anywhere: "Virginia Moon"

Favorite mode of transportation: "Learn to Fly"

My best friend: "My Hero"

Favorite time of day: "Cold Day in the Sun"

If your life was a tv show: "Something from Nothing"

Relationship status: "The One"

Your fears: "Long Road to Ruin"

No pressure tags: @aegonx @foxyanon @itbmojojoejo @arcielee @alexagirlie @lonnson @garunsdottir @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @solinarimoon @thelettersfromnoone @finanhasmyheart @gemini-mama and whoever else wants to do it!

#tag game #Song Title Tag Game

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A One-time Job || Marc Spector x Reader

Vol 2

Summary: Who would have thought crushing a scooter could lead to a tomb robbery, which in turn may lead to a steamy night with a handsome fella?

Warnings: unprotected sex, drunk sex

Word count: circa 8090

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

Rating: explicit! (+18)

A/N: Because this fanfic does not follow canon story, Marc does not have a romantic connection to Layla

As the eventide sky bloomed red, the land cooled, and as Marc came to love the black skies and the moonlight, Egypt became part of Spector's soul in a way that he couldn't sometimes comprehend.

His love for sand grew over time; the sand dunes were the playful waves of the desert, they rose and fell as if the desert was breathing.

A desert that he loved so much taught him how to do so much with so little, to adapt and overcome in a way that allows life to thrive.

Marc Spector was a former mercenary who was left for dead in the desert; a person rejected by society at some point.

After the Moon God spared Marc's life, it was time for Marc to embark on a process of scouting the road less traveled, checking its safety, making sure it leads to someplace of greater importance than sticking to well-known routes. To undertake such an exploration, it took courage, a pure seed of faith, and a firm commitment to do what was right. Marc, however, was not the type of man to be easily scared - he accepted his new role with full awareness and promised to fight the crime as the Moon Knight.

A new quest awaited Marc - he got a tip about ancient artifact smugglers raiding Egyptian tombs, and they apparently were working with no one else but Arthur Harrow himself.

Despite preferring to work on his own, Marc accidentally got a young woman involved in the business during the manhunt he conducted last week. It was impossible for him to foresee that a girl would park her scooter in such a narrow alley, almost in the middle of it. He probably wouldn't crush it with the car he stole if the scooter was parked closer to the building, but shit happened.

It was exactly how he ended up in one of Cairo's bars, drinking whiskey and scanning the room with careful, brown eyes, looking for the person he was set up with.

To say the least, you were pissed. Your scooter was crushed, the dude left his number, and he almost fled. Fortunately, he was more honest than you thought, because the number was real.

You walked into the bar he had set up for the meeting. Before entering, you adjusted your jacket and took a deep breath.

As soon as he spotted you entering, he raised his hand to signal his location.

You waved and walked up closer to him as you gave him a soft smile. "So, little break from crushing scooters and running after people?" You asked, sitting next to him.

"A little." He was trying to follow the joke. Please accept my sincere apologies once again, miss."

"Oh, it's okay. I just broke my only mode of transportation." You shrugged, waving at the bartender. "How will you repay me?" You asked openly.

"What do you want? I can write you a check or...," He hung his tone, "I have another suggestion."

The last offer caught your attention, and you moved closer. "Other proposition? I don't take payments in nature."

Your face caught his attention as he studied it with his own brown eyes; you were a very pretty girl, he had to admit. You contrasted the soft features of your face, rosy lips, and perfectly shaped brows with the full curves of your hips as you sat next to him in tight jeans and a fitted t-shirt. "I didn't mean that. Well, since you're from here, I think your knowledge might be useful to me."

As you stared at him, you couldn't help but admit; if it wasn't for him crushing your scooter, you would happily hit on him on your night out. He was quite handsome. "I'm from here indeed, but what can I do to help you?"

As he tapped his fingers on his glass, he said, more to himself than to you, "So I think you'd find it easy to get into somewhere."

You nodded as the bartender brought you a drink and said, "Possibly, it depends on what place you mean. I won't help you get into a bank or anything like that. What's your plan?"

"I'm heading for the east side of the desert, where there is a tomb that has not yet been opened. That's my destination."

As you sipped your drink, you frowned.

If that asshole hadn't crushed your scooter, you would've ridden there yourself. Did you have a competition to find a treasure? "Oh really?" You asked, trying to make the most casual tone you could muster. "What would you find there? It's just an old tomb."

"There is a smugglers group that raids tombs, stealing artifacts, gold, and other things. I want to track them down and stop them."

"So you're some kind of secret police?" You laughed and patted all of your pockets. "Great. Hey? Do you smoke?"

"I do. Do you need a lighter?"

Taking out your lighter, you sighed, "I need a cigarette." Your lighter was empty.

Marc pulled Chesterfields from the pocket of his leather jacket. He offered one to you.

After thanking him, you took a cigarette and lit it. "Well..." You hummed, taking a drag of the cigarette. "Since we discuss such things, I suggest we change the location to a less public one. We can meet at my home."

He got up, nodding at you.

After finishing your drink and paying for it, you showed him the way to your place. "I usually use it for work and as a hiding place." You told him before opening the door to let him in.

The flat was filled with books, maps, and souvenirs from all over the world.

Despite the messiness of your apartment, he thought it was an interesting place.

Marc rubbed his fingertips against the books on one of the shelves.

As you sat on the bed with your laptop on your lap, you hummed and said, "The valley on the east side of the desert, you say... Are you just looking for that group or are you looking for something specific within it?"

"I want to retrieve the things they will steal."

"What do you mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have a feeling there's more to it than you tell me."

"Only artifacts. We both know they have one purpose. And I know they have been observing this place for at least two weeks."

As you typed something on your laptop, you nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't there much. I would know more if someone hadn't crushed my scooter."

While inspecting your locum further, Marc rolled his eyes. "I apologized."

"I am kidding, don't get angry. I was searching for a way to open this tomb too, but I couldn't find a key to open the door. But what I did find was this," you showed him the picture on your laptop. "Can you see this?" You asked him as you touched the screen.

Crouching next to your bed, he watched the screen. "I guess it's some kind of riddle."

"Exactly!" You placed the laptop on the bed, slipped off of it, and sat on the floor next to him with the picture right in front of you both. "Well, you are almost entirely right. This is indeed a riddle. But you see those little gaps? That is a hidden entrance with the riddle as an opening mechanism."

Suddenly, it struck him. "My guess is that it is a Ptolemaic hinge."

"You think?" You pondered this and grimaced. "Wait! Of course! Why didn't I think about that?"

He replied, "Sometimes all you need is the right perspective."

"Or a proper partner in crime." You giggled all excitedly. "Shall we begin preparations? Should we rest first?"

Your words made him chuckle. "I don't even know your name, sweetheart."

You stared at him a bit shocked, and then it hit you. Your cheeks turned red. "Oh, shit! Right! Sorry. I am Y/N and you are..?"

"Marc." He reached out his hand to you. He shook your hand with a firm grasp.

Squeezing his hand firmly, you nodded. "Nice to meet you, Marc. What are your plans?"

"I think that would be the most effective way of getting around there," he pointed to a spot on the screen, "Before midnight, and just wait for them to show up."

"And what will we do when they arrive?"

He replied, cryptically, "And this, my dear Y/N, will be something interesting."

As you looked at your laptop, you smiled and said, "I'll take my gun. Great. I'll go get ready so we can leave."

"Wait. Wait. Let's set everything up. I have my motives to catch them, but what about yours?"

"I travel a lot, and I like to end up somewhere I shouldn't just to see an ancient temple or old ruins. In a nutshell, I like adventures. But my main reason is that I'm trying to get a guy named Harrow. He killed my uncle to steal some artifacts he had in his collection. What are you really after, Marc?"

"I cannot unfold them yet, but I think you will understand me better tomorrow for we both have a common foe." Marc replied, getting up. "I should leave to prepare."

"Fine, when and where should we meet? Just so we're on the same page." You questioned, looking up at him.

"Tomorrow at 10 pm, we'll meet at the bar where we met today. From there, we'll drive as close as we can."

Nodding, you confirmed, "Tomorrow, 10 pm, at the bar. Got it, and I'll be there ready to go. It's so exciting!" It was nearly impossible not to giggle with joy.

Marc offered you a surprised glance; the last thing he expected was a girl he just met fangirling about a possible upcoming exchange of fire.

Once Marc left, you couldn't help but jump in place from pure excitement. Your entire plan sounded so amazing that it seemed like a dream.

When all the emotions had subsided, you decided to start getting ready for tomorrow so that you would be fully prepared.

Marc waited for you on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette and checking his phone from time to time.

As you sat next to him, you casually asked, "Is my partner in crime ready for some fun?" The clothing you wore was carefully chosen in order not to scratch you, but also to prevent you from getting heatstroke.

A look was given to you; you wore tight, fitted combat pants, black boots, and a white shirt with thick stripes. "Hi. Much. And you? From what I can see, you also took some time to prepare for this event."

"Of course. Who would enter an ancient tomb without getting ready. Especially when we might be pursued by smugglers. From experience, I know they love to carry guns." You confirmed, tightening your shoelaces.

A holster was attached to his thick, leather belt. "I'm ready too, so nothing will surprise us."

You nodded enthusiastically as you said, "I have one too. So we are safe and sound on this adventure, I believe. We know where we need to go but how will we open the door?"

"I think I'll be able to open the door."

You immediately perked up. "You know how?! When did you solve it? How?!"

"Trust me." Marc briefly ran his fingers against your chin, smirking. "Get in, Y/N."

Immediately after letting out a quiet purr, you laughed for a moment. You followed him into the car. "Before we get there, I want to settle one more thing with you."

Taking a comfortable seat in the driver's seat, he closed the door. "Yes?" Marc asked, placing his arm on the back of your seat.

You looked at him fully seriously and said, "We enter in together and leave together no matter what happens. Can I rely on you, Marc?" When the questions dropped you offered him your hand.

Taking your hand, he said, "Deal. And after we're done, we won't return to your crushed scooter."

"Oh! Thank you for reminding me about that!" Nodding, you laughed and rolled your eyes as you settled into your passage seat. "Don't worry. The deal is the deal, but I honestly forgot about this already."

"You're fast at forgetting things." He joked, starting the engine.

Soon, you two got close to the tomb.

You had to park the car at a decent distance from the destination so as not to be seen.

Marc and you walked through the sand, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

You couldn't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't your first adventure, but you still felt like a kid in a candy store. It was more than exciting. You were curious about how he solved the entry problem, and you couldn't wait to see what he found in the tomb. "Based on what I see, I think we are the first ones here, or maybe they have already entered." You said, trying to see something in almost complete darkness if not counting the dim light of the moon.

"Down!" Marc snapped at you and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to lay flat on the sand. "Look carefully over there." He snapped, pointing to the tomb's entrance where two dark figures stood.

He removed the backpack he was wearing and pulled out a pair of binoculars. You received it after he checked them. "What are you seeing?"

Sighing deeply, you looked through the binoculars. When you looked closer, it didn't look as good as you had hoped.

At this point, you had a sense that there was more going on than just a 'smuggler group'.

It looked more like something out of a cult. So many goons were present. "My little eye detects cars and goons. Lots of goons with guns. I think I see Harrow.... He is standing there when they try to open the front door for him. What next?"

Marc announced, "We'll visit them."

The binoculars were moved away from your face as you asked him, "Excuse me? Ya just want to walk up there, say 'hi' and politely ask them to let us in first?”

"Cool your horses. I told you I have a plan. Come on."

Raising your eyebrows, you glanced in the direction of the tomb. You weren't sure whether or not you liked it, but you had an agreement after all, and you really wanted to get inside. In the end, you followed him.

As two of you sneaked closer to the tomb and group of people, he instructed, "Be careful and prepared. You can use the gun if needed."

As you looked around carefully, you stayed close to him. You hissed in a quiet voice, "That's right, but only two guns against a few machine guns isn't a good match. This doesn't add up."

Marc waved at you to calm you down. "Be quiet. Stop panicking."

Upon getting close enough to you, the man made you crouch, so the two of you remained in the darkness of the desert.

As you watched how they tried to open the gate, the two of you exchanged glances.

Marc muttered under his breath, "They're deluded."

Looking at everything that was happening, you whispered, "Yes, indeed. Trying to open it this way will take them ages." Looking around one more time, you tried to figure out whether the two of you could possibly work it out.

"Just hurry up and open the tomb!" Arthur himself yelled loudly to his men. "We've already wasted enough time. Let's not waste more of it."

Marc looked at you. "Stay close." He emerged from your hideout in the shadows moments later. "It's been a long time, Harrow. You can't even use a Ptolemaic hinge properly, as I can see."

While you watched him in shock, you remained silent. As a result, you just observed what was happening at this point.

"Steven... Or is it Marc at this point? I can see you finally got here." Harrow greeted him with a flat smile. "You must be desperate to come here by yourself."

The specter approached the other man, tapping his chin. "What's inside that you hired those idiots to get into? They have no clue what they're doing. Also," he gestured at you to join him, "I'm not alone."

Only your eyes were visible from your hiding spot as they glistened in the dim moonlight. With a frown on your face, you left your hiding spot to join Marc just like he wanted, even if you didn't like it. Slowly, you walked to Marc's side. "Hi?"

"This one is completely new to me. You're changing allies so quickly." Arthur chuckled.

"I know you!" You growled loudly. "Your goons killed my uncle for an artifact. I saw you on the recording!”

Harrow gave you a gentle smile for a moment. The nice man who wasn't keen on giving away something I needed? That is a shame. I'm sorry, but this is more important than one life."

If Marc had not grabbed your shoulder, you probably would have jumped on Arthur right away.

A fake smile appeared on Marc's face and he turned to you, leaning forward so that only you could hear his words, "Calm down. You will be able to avenge your uncle, but not now. Put your emotions aside and concentrate."

Mark walked to the wall of the tomb, counted something in his mind, and pushed one of the huge stones. This caused a huge granite block to move aside, revealing a narrow corridor inside.

As you ran up to Marc, your eyes widened and you gasped loudly. In spite of everything, you asked, "How did you do that?!"

Harrow said simply, "Isn't that cute? You've found someone who shares your interests. Such a shame it's over. Get rid of them both!"

When the first shots were fired, you cursed and ran for cover. "This is not how I expected it to turn out!"

Marc screamed, pressing his back against the stone wall, reloading his gun after a few shots were fired. "Go ahead, I'll cover you! Take whatever you find!"

"You... Are you sure?!" You screamed, hiding behind the cover again, firing a few shots yourself. "I won't leave you here alone!"

Marc yelled, waving his hand briefly at you. "Go!"

"Don't die here!" You followed his command and ran into the narrow corridor.

Being unfamiliar with what you could find here did not make it easy at all. "Fucking hell..." You groaned once you got further into the tomb.

Marc managed to shoot two of Harrow's smugglers. As long as he wasn't sure the group had rearranged their positions, he stayed under cover. When he realized the group had changed positions, he ran after you.

After a moment of walking, you stopped in front of the two different corridors. There was one going left and one going right.

As you took a deep breath, you tried to decide which way to turn when someone grabbed your shoulder. The first thing you tried to do was to punch the person who grabbed you, but when you saw Marc's face, your fist stopped. "Oh, thank God. Are you ok?"

"Don't ask silly questions now, let's go." He pulled your hand, taking your left side.

The two of you soon entered a large chamber with a stone altar in the middle.

As you looked around, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. It was better than you had ever imagined. All the hieroglyphs and sculptures were in almost pristine condition. "Look at all that!" You exclaimed excitedly and then realized you were still holding his hand.

After clearing your throat, you let go of it and looked at the altar. "Do you think it's there?"

Mark said, not realizing he was holding your hand tightly. "Picture the hieroglyphs on the walls, and I'll collect everything."

Several artifacts, as well as a golden Anubis statue, were soon placed in the backpack. "Come on! Let's find a way out."

You were taking the last picture before putting your phone in the pocket. "There should be a hidden path somewhere in this area. We just need to find it."

Marc rummaged through his pockets and cursed. "Y/N! Lighter!"

No time for a smoke break!" you joked, but quickly fumbled in your pocket to get your lighter.

He lit it and put his hand up. A slight windblow put out the fire soon after. "This way."

You nodded and followed him, grabbing your lighter from him as you passed.

Smugglers and Harrow were on a manhunt after you, so you could hear their screams.

You checked to make sure that your escape path was not visible before running after Marc until the two of you reached the outside world. "Are we safe now?"

As he ran alongside you, suddenly he lost his footing and rolled down a dune, pulling you behind him.

As he stopped rolling at the base of the dune, he laughed. "Yes. You bet we are! And they got fucking angry at this point for being fucked by one unstable mentally ill man and a beautiful woman by his side."

You laughed as well, resting your hand on his chest and resting your chin on it briefly. "Oh, I bet they're pissed, and c'mon! Don't call yourself that! Not to ruin the moment but we should leave before they decide to go back outside. We can celebrate in my flat."

Marc handled the bag for you and got up, following you back to his car.

You felt safest in the car when both of you were sitting in it.

You looked at him as you placed the bag on your lap. "Let's get outta here."

He started the engine and drove off. "So you saw Harrow before?"

"In a way, yeah. I had no idea who he was, but I tried to find him. I didn't succeed until today." You nodded, stretching your legs. "Is he your old buddy from school or something?”

"Acquaintance." He replied shortly. "Open the bag."

As he asked, you opened the bag. "You picked up a lot of stuff. I see gold, artifacts, and manuscripts. I hope I can take something. I need a souvenir from such an adventure." You pulled out an old, nice-looking bracelet and shrugged. "The finder keeps the find."

When he saw you rummaging through the backpack so eagerly, he smiled. "It will suit you. Hey, where would you like me to drop you off?"

"We should stop a few streets away from the flat. We can buy some beer, go to my place by foot, and then celebrate."

"Are you inviting me over?" He asked, smiling wryly at you. "And two days ago you were about to send the police after me."

"I still can, so don't push my buttons, Marc. A woman never forgets." You warned him by placing the bag next to your legs. "To answer your question, I will invite you over a second time. For whatever happened back there, we need to drink. That was something."

He nodded, remaining a tad silent while he was driving.

As you stated, the car was parked or rather left a few blocks away.

While he was on his way to your flat, Marc bought some alcohol, keeping an eye on the backpack you were carrying.

It was a peaceful walk to the flat, filled with chatting.

When you arrived at the place, you opened the door and let him in. You placed the bag on the couch and looked at him. "Maybe you'd like to take a shower after such an adventure? I need it desperately, especially after you rolled me in the sand."

Trying to keep a straight face after hearing your offer, he cocked his brow.

Taking off the shoes, you muttered, "I have more sand in my hair than in my boots. I'll go first."

"Your flat, your rules." Marc replied, watching you disappear into another room.

When he heard the shower running, he dived into his backpack and pulled out several manuscripts. "Steven, wake up. Will you be able to read and translate those? Remember that we're looking for any clues about the Ankh Amulet."

As soon as Marc's eyes rolled back and Steven took charge, the man sat down on the floor, spread the sheets out in front of him, and ran his fingers along the verses. "I think I can. I'm not really proficient at ancient Egyptian, but Layla might be able to help." Steven's attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of a shower. "Wait a minute, we aren't in the hotel room. Where are we?"

Marc replied after overtaking the body, "It's none of your business. And don't you dare to mention anything to Layla."

Standing under the warm water, you hummed happily at the sensation. Lastly, you were able to get rid of all the sweat and sand you accumulated from that wonderful trip. Your excitement still lingered in the back of your mind. You thought about Marc. He was an interesting fella and you hoped to get to know him better.

You dried yourself off after the shower, tucked your hair in a bun, and dressed.

Since you were at home, you wore shorts and a checkered shirt.

You remembered to prepare clean towels for your guest.

You left the bathroom and smiled as you saw the manuscripts on the floor. "My, oh my, you are getting right to work."

A smirk appeared on his face. "Do you by any chance know an ancient Egyptian?" Marc asked with a hopeful tone.

"I don't know much about it, but perhaps I can look online." You shrugged, looking over his shoulder.

"Ok, no need to, it's fine." He gave a short reply.

"Go take a shower. It helps with thinking." You encouraged. "I left a towel for you there."

"Thank you." He said, getting up. After you showed him the way, Marc left for the bathroom.

Before walking to the kitchen, you glanced at all the manuscripts and shook your head.

It only took him a few minutes to remove dirt, sweat, and sand from his body. He appreciated you letting him use the shower. Having only known him for three days, he expected you to be more cautious having him in your flat.

You were sitting on the countertop with a cigarette in your hand and a bottle of beer next to you when he left the bathroom.

Because of your really short shorts, it looked like you would be sitting only in your shirt since your legs hung in the air. Your hair was already down as well.

Marc improved his jeans in the corridor. His eyes immediately fell on your legs.

Men are visualisers by nature, and it was exactly who Spector was as well. Observing your long legs with perfectly shaped calves, he could sense that your body was lean and tense with smooth, silky skin on top. After clearing his throat, he said, "Thanks for your hospitality."

You shook your head and handed him a bottle of beer. "No problem. At least this is something I can do. Now we can relax and rest before our next adventure."

Marc accepted the bottle, thanked again, and sat down at the table. "Your enthusiasm for the adventure is contagious. Do you have anything specific in mind or do you just want to feel the tension, excitement and desire?"

"I just love to explore. To see those places untouched by men for centuries, to see their mysteries and beauty. And you?"

"I have personal reasons that I'm not eager to share. Please forgive me." He apologized softly.

Giving him a nod, you smiled softly. "I'm not pressing, no need to apologize."

"You were brave back there."

"Says the guy who just walks up to the bad guy, saying hi as if he was his best friend." You laughed and took a sip of beer before taking a drag. As you shook some of the ash into the ashtray, you shrugged. "Not my first trip, and not the first time I've been shot at. I'm used to it."

"The way you look, I wouldn't say so. You look like a girl from a wealthy family, standing aside from all the trouble."

As you laughed, you brushed your still wet hair with your hand. "I guess we have something in common. You look alike, yet you step on the tail of the smuggler with the utmost vigor for some reason."

Taking another sip from his bottle, he chuckled a bit.

You took another sip, rocking your legs a little.

Marc got up, taking another look around your flat. "Are you living here alone?"

"I mostly use it to rest, prepare, and plan during my travel breaks." You explained, watching him. "Is it strange for a girl to live alone?" You asked.

"No," Marc replied honestly, "I was just wondering whether your boyfriend wasn't getting jealous of you living on your own."

"Well, he would have to exist first in order to be jealous." You concluded. "There's no need to worry about someone coming in and beating you for being here. Well, unless you annoy the hell out of me, in which case I'll do it myself."

A voice in Marc's head said, "Tough one," but Spector ignored it.

As he downed his bottle, he turned to face you. "I just wanted to know."

"Now you know. So what about you? Your wife or girlfriend won't mind if you work with a woman?" You asked, taking a drag of your cigarette. "I'm sure that I would."

"I don't have anyone." He replied honestly. Having anything to do with me won't result in you being pursued by any girlfriend or wife."

"Two singles! We're so lucky! Kind of sad." You sighed.

"What do you mean?" Marc asked, setting the empty bottle on the kitchen counter and lighting up a cigarette.

"Stop fucking talking and instead start acting, Spector." The voice within his head seemed relentless. "She likes you, I sense it."

You shrugged, finishing your beer. "What I mean is that it would be nice to return home to someone who cares and misses you." After saying it you hopped off the counter and grabbed one more beer. "You want another one?"

He followed you and took the offered bottle out of your hand. "Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Marc.” You gave him a smile. "Since you like to end up in odd places with odd people, let me show you where I ended up during my travels."

This is how the evening unfolded.

Marc just saw your pictures from each place, and you told him about what actually happened. It was fun talking to someone who listened to you.

You didn't stop at just two beers each, so after a while things got a little loose.

"It was a big, old ship!" You giggled, telling him one of the stories.

Marc laid with his head on your lap at that point, looking up at you and chuckling whenever you said something funny or got excited about something ordinary. You had a very cheerful attitude, and he regretted not having met you before.

Marc ignored Khonshu's plea to move his ass and not let the girl decide what to do; he had been sick of God's bullshit for the past few weeks.

Marc reached up to play with a strand of your loosened hair. "Ya pretty." He complimented you out of the blue.

When his words made you freeze, you were playing with his hair and giggling at your own story. You stared at him with confusion. He may not have meant it, but it was actually nice of him. "Thank you. You aren't that bad-looking either."

Laughing, he rolled his head back a little, his eyes closed. "Don't pretend you don't like me that way. Come on, I know I've got your attention."

"Maybe you did. Even if you did, what then? I think you're handsome." You were honest, immediately regretting saying it as your cheeks were covered in blush.

He looked at you, smirking. "Knew it." Playing with your hair, he touched the side of your neck, letting his hand slide down your collarbone, to your décolleté.

You raised an eyebrow just observing, curious to know what he would do next. "I see your hands like to wonder, huh Marc?"

With his index finger, he gently lowered the neckline of the shirt, peering inside. "Hmm. Nice boobs."

You chuckled and slapped his hand away, rolling your eyes. "I didn't say you could look in there."

"What if I want?"

When you looked at him, you got a nice idea that was probably affected by the alcohol, but you didn't care about it. "Well, then you should pay for that pleasure."

He slowly sat up, furrowing his brows, looking at you. "Like? Pay how?"

As you gently caressed his cheek, you said, "You need to pay like this." Your lips gently caressed his as you pulled him into a sweet kiss.

Your taste spilled onto his tongue, and he let out a moan, making out with you slowly, letting his tongue dance with yours as one of his hands instinctively cupped your breast and kneaded them.

As his rough hands played with your breast, you let out a quiet moan. You smiled as you pulled away from the kiss to grab the hem of his shirt so you could pull it over his head.

Having let you do so without protest, he immediately shifted his kisses to your jawline and to the side of your neck. A low grunt came from his lips as he kissed your warm skin.

A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt his kisses on your skin. Having someone so close again felt good. Your hand moved slowly to his chest. You felt each scar on his body.

Marc quickly pulled away to help you take the shirt off. "You're so goddamn pretty, Y/N."

At this point, you didn't try to hide from him since there was no point. You were completely naked in front of him. "Do you mean that or is that just alcohol talking?"

"I meant all of what I said." Marc growled, stealing another kiss as he cupped your breasts in his hands, massaging them, brushing his thumbs over your already hardened nipples. "Look at you, doll."

As his lips touched yours, you gasped, purring happily. Your palms rested on his shoulders and you straddled him, pushing him a little down. "I would rather look at you, handsome."

He laid comfortably on the mattress, immediately grasping your hips, massaging you there. "Look at you. So eager."

"Difficult to not be eager with you by my side. Especially after our little adventure." You hummed as you ran your hands down his chest, softly scratching his skin with your nails while rolling your hips to grind against him. "Is that your gun or you are just as eager as I am, Marc?"

He chuckled darkly to himself, caressing the curves of your hips and waist. "Well, well. You're so hot, Y/N."

His hand traveled down his body and Marc adjusted himself within his jeans as the bulge became uncomfortable for him. "This is what you're doing to me."

"Oh really? I feel flattered to hear that. Shall I help you again?"

He couldn't take his eyes off you; your face flushed with blush, eyes glistened with sparkles of desire and need of closeness, your breath hitched. "Yes." He demanded within a soft tone.

"So demanding. You need to receive some more attention. I will take care of you,"

After those words, you leaned down to kiss him deeply one more time before moving to his neck. While he caressed the curves of your hips and waist, he chuckled darkly to himself. "Well, well, you're so hot, Y/N." Marc said as he adjusted himself within his jeans as the bulge became uncomfortable for him. "That's what you're doing to me."

"Oh really? I feel flattered to hear that. Shall I help you again?"

He could not take his eyes off of you; your face was flushed with blush, your eyes gleamed with desire and need, your breath was tense. "Yes." He demanded in a soft voice.

"So demanding. You need to receive some more attention. I will take care of you." After these words, you leaned down to kiss him deeply one more time before moving to his neck. Next, you positioned yourself between his legs. As you stroked him through his pants, you giggled, "I wonder if you'll fit in. I can already see you are big."

With one hand on your cheek, he stroked you there with his thumb as his upper body rested on his elbow. Marc bit his lower lip as he observed you carefully. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt.

Not breaking eye contact with him, you bit your lip and nuzzled his hand.

Soon, he undid the fly of his jeans and pulled his cock out, giving himself a stroke.

Your palm wrapped around him and you stroked him yourself. After placing a brief kiss on his hand, you leaned down to swirl your tongue around his tip.

He gasped, not stopping himself from looking down at you.

Your warm tongue moved around his tip before you moved away a bit, giving him a few strokes. Then, after sending him one last smile, you wrapped your lips around his cock tightly. Purring around him, you swallowed as much of him as possible.

Marc started grunting loudly, instantly slipping one of his hands into your loosened hair to deepen your moves. "Such a good girl, just like that, sweet bean."

As you hummed happily at his praises, you continued sucking his cock. Your palm moved to his balls to massage and play with them gently.

Marc's muscles tensed as the blissful feeling spread across his body. He rolled his head back and laid comfortably on the bed, stroking your scalp with one of his hands.

You pulled away, replacing your mouth with your palm. "Feeling good? How about we try something better?'

He raised his head and gave you a look. "Yes to whatever you have to offer, doll."

"Look at you. So eager." You chuckled and sat up. Giving him a look, you started slowly removing your shorts, showing nothing else under them.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, admiring your nakedness and smooth, tanned skin.

You made sure to stretch a little bit to fully present yourself to him. Then, you once again straddled him, wrapping your hand around his cock. Soon, you slowly slid down on him, letting out a moan as his cock stretched your pussy.

His hand instantly found its way to your hip where he gently massaged you, letting out a soft grunt, rolling his head back, resting it against the mattress. "Fuck. Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You rolled your hips, looking at him with a smirk on your lips. "Feels right, sweetie? You feel so good, so deep in, fuck."

"So good." Marc replied, gasping heavily and stroking your curves.

You started to move faster, moving on his cock while playing with your boobs. His name was like a prayer that you repeated, moaning just for him.

He moved his hands up your body, resting them on your breasts, kneading them, and brushing your nipples.

"Such a softie in bed. Who would have thought?" You teased, placing your palms on his hands.

He enjoyed your touch on his palms but your words made him a tad angry. Therefore, he pushed you off himself and rolled on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress.

Gasping loudly, you looked up at him and giggled. Not even a little were you scared of this, it was what you were waiting for.

He pushed himself back into your core, humming softly as he attacked your neck with kisses.

"Fuck, Marc." You moaned loudly, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as your hands moved into his hair.

His hips moved rhythmically back and forth; he was gasping as your inner walls squeezed his member.

You whimpered, feeling your climax approaching. Just as you expected, you cum soon around him, moaning his name as loud as possible.

He kept on fucking your pussy until he shot his warm semen in your core, biting on your neck with a loud grunt escaping his parted lips.

You squeaked, surprised by the bite, but instead of being mad you simply giggled, wrapping your arms around him "I see I have an animal in bed."

He crushed his lips against yours, moaning and whining, still bucking his hips into you.

Soon yet, he pulled out, making sure to jerk all of the cum drops that left on him on your pussy.

You gasped, kissing him before you pulled away with a cocky smile on your lips. "Well, well, well, fancy to leave me a little souvenir?"

"Maybe." Marc replied with a cocky smirk dancing on his lips.

Laughing, you cupped his cheek to press one more kiss to his lips before you moved a little to reach into the drawer of your bedside table. "You wanna smoke?"

He kissed his way down your body, flicking his tongue around one of your nipples. "Uh-uh. Thanks."

You took the pack of cigarettes, lighter, and little ashtray out of the drawer, and lit one.

He soon laid down by your side, sliding hands under his head.

"I hope you will stay for the night." You said, lying comfortably next to him.

"Ask nicely and I'll think of it."

You laughed and sat up on the bed to locate his shirt. Once you did, you grabbed it and put it on to quickly lay back by his side, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "It wasn't a question, to be honest."

His strong arm was wrapped around your waist as he smiled. "Bossy."

Shrugging with a proud smile, you gave him a glance. "Maybe a little."

"A little?"

"Yes, a little." You repeated, nodding.

He played with your loosened hair. "You're a cutie. Sexy cutie. Imagine waking up buried in that sweet pussy of yours."

"I never said you cannot do that. You won't wake up here alone." Turning on your side, you looked at him, admiring how handsome he was.

Marc reached for his boxers and pulled them up, offering you a place on his chest.

You quickly finished with your cigarette and put it in the ashtray to gladly accept the offer, getting comfortable on his chest.

He chuckled. "I would never say we'll end up fucking after I crushed your scooter."

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me. Where is my money, Marc!?” You growled playfully. Finally, you could get some rest after a day full of adventure.

As you were slowly waking up, you nuzzled to your pillow.

You turned around so that you could nuzzle Marc, feeling soberer than yesterday.

What an amazing day yesterday was! Honestly, in the morning you hoped for fun, but it didn't come.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, with his hair messy, and was visibly trembling, quietly sobbing.

As you opened your eyes, you frowned softly. Worried, you sat up and crept closer. "Marc? What's wrong?"

The man jumped up from his place, looking at you slightly above his shoulder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Did... Did I disgrace you... Oh, God..."

Confused, you laughed nervously, not sure what's going on. Did he regret last night? "You did and no need to be sorry, we both wanted this... Right?”

"Oh my God." The man replied and dared to look at you; his chin was shaking, eyes watery. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey. Calm down." You moved even closer and dared to wrap your arm around his shoulder. "Marc? What got into you?"

"I'm not Marc! I'm Steven. With the 'v'. I'm not Marc... Can you imagine how awful it is to wake up with the taste of dry wine in your mouth when you didn't drink it..."

Since you've had similar accidents on your own in the past, you were actually familiar with the feeling. However, it definitely wasn't the right time to admit something like this, so instead, you blinked confused. "H... How Steven? I... I don't understand.."

"I'm Steven Grant. I'm a gift shop-ist... I work in the museum... And I apparently got laid! Please tell me we had a condom…"

"We didn't, but I take pills, so don't worry." You said, shaking your head. "So, yesterday it was Marc, and today it's Steven? Can you explain? I don't get it right now."

"Marc? Was he here? I don't remember giving the control to him..."

"Yes, he was here... We robbed a tomb together and then we had some fun here." You replied slowly, confused.

"He did it again. He stole. How could he do that? Oh God, we are going to be damned."

You were at a loss at this point. There was no way you could have known what was going on. He was more nervous than you ever were. Steven, is that right?" You patted his shoulder and smiled as soon as he looked at you. "I will change, give you back your t-shirt, and I'll make breakfast while we talk. Sounds good to you?"

"I... I don't know you..." He claimed slowly. "I... Where are we.... I need to get back to London. Gus! Gus will starve to death!"

"My name is Y/N. I met the other you when he crashed my scooter and we had a nice adventure together. Currently, you are in Egypt."

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

"No, no, I am fully fine. No need to worry about me, Steven." You shook your head, patting his shoulder.

He nodded and was about to say something but suddenly his eyes rolled back and the familiar voice asked, "Oh, you got up so early."

"Okay... You tell me what the hell is going on here or I punch you in that pretty nose of yours." You frowned.

Marc rubbed his temple and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I have some… Personality issues. It’s a long story. It’s just a dissociative identity disorder, I was told.”

You moved closer and dropped your legs over his. "So? There is like... Two of you? You, a badass, and that poor, confused British guy?”

He looked at you hesitantly. "Yes, actually yes."

"That must be tough." You nuzzled his arm.

He didn't comment, just nodded. "It is. Hope you won't take me for a weirdo now."

"Don't be stupid. I have never met anyone like you before, but that doesn't mean you are a terrible one." You smiled and got out of bed to remove his shirt. As you walked to the kitchen, you picked up your shirt from the floor and put it on before saying, "Time for breakfast. I have nothing else in the fridge but beer and eggs."

The morning with Marc went like this. During breakfast, you talked and smoked cigarettes.

You didn't want him to leave, but at the same time, you couldn't keep him.

You walked to Marc as he was getting ready to leave. "Hey, Marc?”

As he adjusted the stripes of his backpack on his shoulder, he raised his head, looking up at you. "Yes?"

He didn't want to leave; rather, he wanted to stay as long as possible. Marc felt secure and safe by your side.

"I know you have to go," you sighed, nervously playing with your palms, "But I want you to know that if you need assistance in another robbery or just some company, you have my number."

Your nose was kissed by him. "Given our shared love of adventure, I will use your number soon."

Your eyes rolled as you laughed, blushing. "I hope so, but remember that my help isn't cheap, love. Now go before I try to stop you. Please, take proper care of yourself."

He held you tightly in his arms, brushing his cheek against yours, whispering, "See you soon." Moments later, he was gone.

As you sighed deeply and rubbed your warm cheek, you realized you had a crush on that man.

After Marc left, you returned to your regular routine and started planning another adventure.

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