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Complications and Solutions: Chapter 4

Summary: Jake has been living in a state of constant fear for a while. There's only so much someone can take. Will he let anyone help?

Pairings: Marc x Layla. Steven x Layla. Jake x Layla.

Warnings: Past discussions of trauma, PTSD, and Dissociation. There is also the most glossed over sex scene you will find in a while.

Word Count: 5,869

Previous chapter: HERE

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It was exhausting.

But he would never admit it. Would never admit just how tired he was.

Would never admit how much he tried.

As long as he could remember, he had been aware of what his function was. He didn’t remember when he became Jake, but his earliest memories had been filled with violence.

Defending himself from children that thought it would be fun to pick on the small quiet boy in the back that flinched too much. Defending himself as he curled up in a ball on the ground while fists flew at him and feet sought after his soft parts.

Why was he always here? Why was he always covering his face in the dirt while his body ached and cried out for it to stop? What sort of life was this?

Then he had become aware of the other. He understood immediately. How could he not as he looked at the other going through his day, feeling numb to the world. The boy that slipped in and out of daydreams and drifting into the nothing.

It was then that he knew Marc. Knew that Marc was hurting more than the punches and kicks could ever do to him. He watched the boy start to pick fights and Jake quickly learned how to finish them. It was fight back or the body would take more hits. Hits he didn’t think they could afford.

The memories came next. Jake explored who he was. What his purpose was. He found the nightmares and followed them to their core and what he found there was so distasteful and wicked that he wanted nothing more than to look away.

Marc went to them. He stirred them up and stared into the pain and horror as if their very existence defined him.

Hermano. The word came to him like a painful whisper. Why do you keep looking? What are you looking for here?

He took the ones he could and swept them away, locking away the parts that hurt him the most. The impact of the metal buckle the first time it dug into his skin. The screams that cut the deepest during the most vulnerable times. The first time his father had accused him of antagonizing his mother and the betrayal that had cut so deeply.

He took it all away and locked it into rooms that only he had the key to. He could look at these things. He could feel them. They had very little power over him.

The one memory he tried again and again to pull from Marc would not budge, no matter how much Jake tried. He could sometimes pull away bits and pieces of it: the rising water, the growing panic, the screams… But it defined him too much. It returned to Marc over and over again in the dead of night.

Jake reached out once during a flashback, desperate to pull him away from the pain, and was blocked by something else. Someone else.

It was then that Jake became aware of Steven.

It was like stepping out of a stuffy room and into the fresh air for the first time in his life. How easily Steven slipped past them and into full control without a care in the world. His smile, his joy, his lack of anything terrible to pull him under.

He doesn’t know.

And Jake understood. Steven could heal Marc. Marc knew about Steven and relied on him because Steven did not know. Steven took the good so that Marc could rest and not have to feel anything.

Jake stepped back. It was best that Marc not know him.

This became especially apparent when Marc started to exhibit poor self care. He stopped eating. Stopped showering. Stopped sleeping. Stayed in bed struggling to exist as he fell into the memories that he clung to and let hurt him over and over again.

This was the first time that Jake stepped out of his hidden role and took the body away. The first time Jake rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to wash their face and brush their teeth. The first time he wandered out to the kitchen in the dead of the night and started to cook the easiest thing he could: Eggs and toast.

Once the body was well, Jake returned it to Steven carefully. A delicate handoff that Steven took eagerly as he sat before the television and watched some history special about Egypt. Steven did not question how he got there. When the show was over, he did as he should and put himself to bed.

It was a routine that kept Marc balanced for over a year. A song and dance that only Jake was aware of. It was how he got so good at staying in the shadows. At taking the body by force and staying out of Marc’s awareness. How he learned to trust Steven to always take care of things.

He adapted. He watched and learned. As they grew, the challenges grew and he learned when and how to step in. How to pull things away and when to hand them back to Steven.

He slipped up once. A poor hand off. A moment when Marc was slipping in and out of himself and Jake took a bad step. When the parents became aware that Marc might not be in the best of mental health.

They had been suspicious of Steven from the start. It was hard to keep Steven from being Steven, after all. He would smile at them and accept their love. He soaked up the love of a mother that dished it out like poisoned syrup. He made a father proud when he could. If not for his accent, it would have been normal. Steven was easy enough to look past and pretend that it was just Marc having fun.

It was a moment when Jake had forgotten to mask and reached for something Steven had. He looked up at the parents, wondering if he too could have their love. Wondering what it might feel like to have them recognize him and call his name and smile.

Jake. I’m Jake. Marc isn’t here.

He locked this memory up where Marc would never find it. Even Steven would never stumble on it. It was his pain. For the first time, this was his alone.

It was the first time Jake had taken a step back. The first time he had wondered if perhaps the system was better without him. If he was doing more harm than good.

When he returned, Marc had left home and there were new threats. New reasons to step in as Marc’s world became more than children beating him in the playground.

Jake learned new skills. New combat. New reasons to step in as bullets flew towards them and Marc refused to duck.

He was careful this time. He only stepped in when it was absolutely needed. And still Marc went rogue and took the life in more and more dangerous directions until…

Well, the god had been unexpected. Jake would have to tip his hat at that one.

It built and built and built until…

The breaking point had been there for them all. Jake had been anxiously keeping things inside going smoothly while Marc had walked up to that house. He struggled to keep the memories locked down. Struggled to keep them from overwhelming them. From the flashbacks that wanted to surface all at once.

And then they had both stared down their father. Hand trembling on the flask as Jake wanted to fling it down the street before Marc could drown himself further. NO.

Marc had broken and the walls came down. Death and dying had been easier than this.

Steven took over and for just a fleeting moment as Marc made the choice to sink into the darkness, Jake wished that it had been him out there. That he could somehow save them from this.

It only got harder from there. Steven becoming aware. Steven fighting against Marc. Marc fighting back. The way it left them both open and in danger.

He would have to be vigilant. He would have to work harder. He would have to protect them both. The curtain between them all was failing and each time he stepped in to save them, they took more and more notice. He struggled to continue to work from the shadows. To keep things locked down and hidden.

Then they had died again. Another moment when he had failed and this time he was the one that was locked up. Kept away from them as they explored the doors he worked so hard to keep hidden.

When they returned, he had been utterly enraged. How dare the universe take from him all he had built. All he had worked so hard to protect and keep safe. How dare it let Steven and Marc connect and find such calm while he was the one in the back keeping them going.

Steven was unstoppable. He asked questions. He poked at areas he was not meant to be in. He wandered the inner space like a puppy that poked and pulled at everything. When he met resistance, he pushed harder.

It was stressful. It was inconsiderate. The first time he had made himself outright known was when Steven nearly triggered a flashback panic attack in Marc. Prodding the way he did at the wrong things. Wanting to know. Always to KNOW EVERYTHING.

At last, he had turned to Steven and yelled out, “BACK OFF, HERMANO. I HAVE THIS.”

The system was disrupted for a week. Communication fell to them yelling at one another. To violent switches that left them with crippling headaches and falling in and out of dissociative states. There were time gaps where neither of them were sure who was in control and moments when they shared a space in confusion and did not know what was going on.

They were just barely starting to recover when she had returned.

Of course he knew of her. He had watched their marriage for a while. He had snuck around her time and time again as he tended to Marc’s problems behind the curtain. He was also acutely aware of the fact that she could utterly destroy Marc if she wanted to.

It was worse as Steven fell for her too and now he had two people to worry about.

In the end, it all came to the moment when Jake found himself sitting in his cab on day three of not sleeping and on his fifth cup of coffee for the night.

It had been a close call. Someone had cut him off after turning against a red light and he had almost missed it in his eagerness to get back home. Squealing tires and skidding on slick roads he had swerved and avoided what could have been a very nasty situation for all involved.

It was nothing really. He was an expert driver. He could handle any vehicle in any situation. A skill he had picked up from his days in the mercenary gig. He was better behind the wheel than Marc and he was always calm and collected. He loved driving. He loved testing his skills to keep them sharp.

He kept the cab in place as he waited for the idiot to move again and turn into the lane properly. He wasn’t going to let this idiot drive behind him and fuck up again. Someone behind him honked and he gave them the finger. A normal day in cabbie land.

But this time his heart didn’t stop pounding. His hands were shaking on the wheel. He pulled back into the lane and his breathing increased as he took them home. Parking took longer than normal as he backed into his space. His spatial awareness was off. He had to repark twice before he was satisfied.

Turning off the car he sat still. All he had to do was go back upstairs and give back the body to Steven, who would hopefully take a nap when he could rest a little. Just a little.

“Jake?” He could hear Steven’s voice distantly.

He blinked and was aware of the passing of time, sluggishly pulling away from him. Fighting through the fog.

“Jake, give me the body.” Steven insisted. “Something’s wrong.”

Jake shuddered and felt his adrenalin spike as he jerked back to awareness. He had to be vigilant. He had to protect them. He gripped the steering wheel till his knuckles started to turn white.

“Jake, this doesn’t feel right.” Steven tried again. “Give me the body.”

“I have this.” His voice was sluggish and thick as he forced himself to look around the cab. It was hard to see as the area around them faded to darkness. “Nnh. I have this.” The cab came back to focus and it was sunny outside. He was distantly aware of fading in and out, holding ground and pushing back any time he felt the body start to move.

A glance at the clock showed that it was noon. When was the last time they ate?

Jake opened the door and struggled to his feet.

“Jake! Stop fighting and back off!” Steven started to pull.

His adrenalin spiked again and he was over aware of everything around them. The cars going by in the street. The honking. The sounds of the engine rumbling and backfiring and sputtering.

He noted the heat of the pavement rising and the cold air sneaking into his open coat.

“I have this.” He shuddered and got them to the building and somehow into the apartment. “It’s fine. See? Everything is fine…”

“You’re having a panic attack.” Marc’s voice cut through this time.

“No I’m not. Don’t be stupid.” Jake hissed as he slid to the floor and crawled to the bed, shivering with the effort.

“Seriously?” Marc scoffed. “You don’t think that I would recognize a panic attack when I see one? Me?”

“Come on Jake, give one of us the body. We’ll deal with this and you get some rest, alright?” Steven smiled gently and pulled again.

Jake flinched hard and again his heart pounded, fear spiking through him and forcing him to cling to the body harder. Danger danger danger it screamed at him and he had to be vigilant. He had to be on alert. Always on alert. Even if he was exhausted. Even if…

His vision blurred again and he was aware of Marc slipping into the front seat, even if it was only partly.

Marc stood up and Jake felt a memory rush back to him. Of Marc stepping into cross fire. Of Marc taking a bullet because he wasn’t watching.

Jake took front back by force and stumbled forward. “No no no no…”

“Jake…” Steven’s voice was gentle as he slipped in beside him. A kind hand slowly took the wheel and he slipped Jake to the back. How was this possible? How was Steven able to push him out of the front seat so easily like that?

Jake made a grab for front and Steven simply shook his head and held firm. “Rest. I’ll deal with this until you feel better. We aren’t going anywhere. I’ll make sure we stay safe.”

Jake slowly sank down and closed his eyes. He was exhausted.

–

“A panic attack?” Layla paced in her apartment, phone in hand tightly. “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know.” Steven sighed over the phone. “It was pretty bad. I don’t think he’s been resting since we got back. Come to think of it, I can’t think of a single time when he hasn’t been there, just sort of lurking in the background since then. Like he’s always waiting for something to happen.”

“Hypervigilance.” Layla frowned. “Do you think he’s still going through whatever happened to you guys in Cairo?”

“Maybe.” Steven shrugged. “I mean, Marc and I had time to recover and deal with it. I don’t know how Jake deals with things. He’s sort of the one that always seems to have things under control.”

Layla was quiet for a moment. She could understand that. She was always in control. She had to be. She remembered what it had been like for her in Cairo. Leading Steven, fighting with Marc, being the one with the plans and ideas. Being the one fighting and clawing her way out of situations. Watching Marc and Steven struggle. Watching Marc get shot. How she hadn’t even had time to deal with him as she pushed her dead husband out into the water and knowing she could never come back for his body again. That she could leave him alone in that tomb forever and she would possibly join him in her fight against Harrow alone…

But she had broken down afterwards. She had stepped into the shower that night and cried. She had slept till she couldn't sleep anymore and cried so hard that her throat had threatened to swell shut.

But Jake?

“Jake is still fighting.” She closed her eyes. “I know I can’t ask about the afterlife for you. I know it’s a no fly zone for a lot of reasons…. But do you think he’s still recovering?”

“I don’t know.” Steven was hesitant. “He won’t talk about it. What Marc and I went through was rough. Especially for Marc. Having to relive certain things…” Things that they still would not talk about with her. Things that made Marc scream and cry in his sleep and she still did not understand. “But Jake won’t tell us anything. He says he was there. He says he was forbidden from making contact. I feel bad about it. Maybe if we had known he was there…”

Layla knew she could ask Taweret. Perhaps Taweret would tell her what happened there. Or perhaps Taweret would shrug and say what happened in the Duat sayed in the Duat.

“Is he actually resting now?” She nervously sat down on the edge of her bed.

Steven made a sound. “Hold on.”

She imagined him peaking into some sort of space to see if Jake was inside.

“Yeah. He’s off. As far as I can tell, he’s not present. A first for him in a while, actually.” Steven sighed. “I’m making us stay here. The last thing we need is for one of us to go out and get hit by a car or trip on some stairs or even stub a toe. If Jake comes back and we’re injured again I don’t think he could handle it.”

“How’s Marc taking it?” She knew that Marc hated being told what to do in these situations. If she told him to wait somewhere then he would always go off and get involved.

“Uh… He’s a little upset actually. He thinks maybe Jake is mad at him.” Steven mumbled something then there was a shuffle sound.

“Hey.” Marc did sound a little more tense than normal. “Do you want to come over? Since I can’t go anywhere? If I even tried to go outside right now Steven said he’d fight me.”

“Is that a good idea?” Layla stood up. She wanted to go. She wanted to be there with Marc and Steven. She missed them. “What if he comes back and he doesn’t want me there?”

“Then he’ll tell you to get out.” She could actually hear Marc shrug. “What do you want me to say? Jake speaks his mind. Maybe he needs company that isn’t me. Apparently I stress him out. Nothing I can do about that. I can’t fucking leave.”

She frowned and moved to grab her keys. “Marc. I’m sure he’s not having a panic attack because of you.”

“You don’t know that. He’s around me all the time. I’d be pissed off too.” Marc huffed.

“I’m coming over. Just wait there. If I get there and you aren’t there, forget Steven. I’ll fight you myself.” She left her apartment and headed out to her scooter.

“Sure.” Marc groaned. “Come on down and join the fun.”

It didn’t take her long to get there. The irrational voice inside screamed to hurry. That if she took too long then Marc would be gone. Wandered off again.

When she banged on the door, she might have held her breath, waiting for it to open.

“How fast did you drive?” Marc opened the door and stared at her.

“Fast enough.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. He smelled of old coffee, smoke, car seat leather, and fried crisps.

Marc pulled her close, placing a hand on the small of her back as he leaned into her. A familiar motion that meant that he appreciated being close. That he needed this moment more than he would admit. That he was feeling insecure.

Layla knew in this moment that he would twist anything she had to say. That he would push her away and claim he was fine. That he was feeling unloved and at fault for something he had no control over.

So she took a gamble and leaned up to kiss him. Her kiss turned into something more aggressive as she suddenly realized that she had also been feeling lost and alone.

He gripped her shoulders as if to push her away then gripped harder to hold her there. “Layla…” He came up for air then stared down into her face. “Baby I…”

She kissed him again. She would hear none of his apologies. She already knew what he would say. He would say he was sorry for being a mess. For being a failure. For being himself. He would apologize for not being the man she thought he was.

She didn’t want to hear it. “I love you.” She whispered against his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist like she used to do when they first got married.

He took a step back then moved to grip her hips, helping to support her. He looked up at her in surprise. She grinned and winked.

He carried her to the bed and let her fall back onto the mattress with a bounce. She laughed and looked up at him playfully. “Marc… Don’t think. If you stand there and think I am going to drag you down.”

He stared down at her. “Not a thought in this head.”

He leaned down and it was like no time at all had passed between them. Hands found familiar places and bodies warmed to familiar touches. Lips brushed across skin and left behind shivers and feather light love. Passion built to a more rapid pace. They had been apart too long to linger.

It wasn’t long before Layla was digging her fingers into Marc’s back while he held himself over her, panting and watching her as they moved. There was an urgency building. Fear of being ripped apart. Of being interrupted.

It was over for both of them quickly. In the past they would have gone on longer. They would have been playful and perhaps even naughty if the mood called for it. This time, they lay together, clutching their bodies together tightly.

She looked at him as she stroked his hair. “Marc, still with me?”

He nodded. “Yeah.” He knew she wasn’t afraid that he had become someone else. She wasn’t afraid that maybe he had slipped away and been replaced by Steven or Jake. There was a different fear there. One that belonged only to him. “How could I be anywhere else when I have you here like this?”

She smiled and wished she could pull him closer. She had the desire to feel his heart against her chest, the rise and fall of his ribcage, the heat of his skin…

Tears came to her eyes.

Perhaps she was not as over finding him dead in the cold water as she thought she was. Angry words still echoing in that chamber and the silence as she listened for his heart.

She pressed her ear to his chest and closed her eyes. The most beautiful sound…

At the time, she had remembered wondering if perhaps she might hear a second beat. If perhaps having Steven meant that somehow he could still be alive. Now, she listened to the one beating heart, feeling how strong it was. Strong enough for three.

Marc shifted under her and stroked her back. “Yeah. You’re good, buddy.” He mumbled out loud then seemed to remember himself and blushed. “Steven wants you to know that he was not present during any of that and that he is not looking.”

Layla looked up at Marc and smiled as she sat up. “I’m a little offended. Not looking at this? He has the restraint of a saint.”

Marc looked up at her and grinned. “Don’t tease him. He’s way more of a gentleman than I am. You married a scoundrel.”

She felt herself relax as Marc smiled. This was easier than she had thought. She could do this. She could see herself doing this forever. “Mnh. The scoundrel and the gentleman. Sounds like a cheesy romance book title.”

Marc pulled her back down and pulled up the bedsheets. “You might want to get dressed before the other one wakes up. He might not be ready to wake up like this.”

The fun mood slowly departed and she lay back, tracing her fingers across his chest. “I want to stay. I want to be here when he wakes up. I need to know…”

Marc nodded. “You want to know that it isn’t your fault.” He understood that feeling.

“I mean… I kind of did upset him…more than a few times.” She sighed. “How did he feel about me when we were married before? When you and I did…well all those things. Does he know about all the things we used to do?” She really hoped he didn’t.

Marc shrugged. “We haven’t talked about it.”

“Do you think he was upset when we argued?” She hugged him. “He just seems so… Protective.”

Marc sighed and sat up. “I don’t get why anyone would want to protect me. I don’t need it. I think if we argued now that Steven would probably just take your side.”

Layla grinned. “That’s because Steven is smart.”

Marc rolled his eyes then rolled them again. “Oh yeah? You want to come out here and tell Layla yourself?”

Layla suddenly felt self conscious and jumped up to get dressed. “Marc!”

Marc gave a little smile then moved to dress himself. “I don’t know what kind of mood he’s going to be in. Just.. Please… Please don’t piss him off. If Steven and I can’t be there, just don’t piss him off. You can leave, but I have to sit here and put up with it.”

Once dressed they moved to cuddle back together on the bed. It had been too long since they had been able to just sit together in peace.

Marc’s head eventually drifted to the side and he started to snore. She let him rest against her shoulder as she studied his calm and neutral face.

“I want to protect you too.” She whispered and kissed his forehead lightly. “If you would just let us… You are worth protecting.”

–

Jake jerked awake. There was a heavy weight on his arm and something tickling his face. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and focus before he figured out what he was looking at.

Layla lay against him, sound asleep and making soft breathing sounds. A glance around the room told him nothing but that time had passed. He moved his hand and felt it tingle. It had fallen asleep and been asleep for some time, judging by how numb it felt.

Groaning softly he shifted and slowly pulled his arm out from under her.

He gently probed for Marc or Steven.

“Heya.” Steven took the body easily and sat up, stretching his arm out. “Feel better?”

Jake watched Steven get up and stretch. “I’m fine.”

Steven made a face. “Right. Sure you are.”

Jake gestured to the bed. “What’s she doing here?”

“Sleeping.” Marc spoke up now. “Let her sleep.”

“She came here ‘cause she was worried about you.” Steven shrugged. “You weren’t available so she stayed for Marc.”

“Why was she worried about me?” Jake huffed. “I’m fine. It was just a moment. I nearly got into a car wreck and it was just some stress.”

“You lie well.” Marc laughed. “You are not fine.”

“Hermano, I am doing fine now.” He sounded irritated. “She doesn’t need to be here.”

“Are you displacing your stress onto Layla?” Steven spoke up.

There was silence.

“Cause I think you are. I think having one more change in your life is one thing too much and you’re putting it all on her. Classic displacement if I ever saw one.” Steven nodded.

“Are you reading psychology books now?” Jake snapped. “Don’t you fucking use that language on me!”

“Hit a nerve, did we?” Steven blinked. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” Jake answered quietly.

“Is that because Marc is here?” Steven asked in the same quiet manner. A lightbulb was starting to go off.

Marc sighed. “Steven, leave it alone for now. If he wants to be stressed out and have a panic disorder like me, then let him be stressed out and have a panic disorder.”

Jake let out a long string of spanish that Steven suspected was laced with colorful euphemisms.

He ran a hand through his hair and moved them away from Layla’s sleeping form to the living room. He took a moment to assess the body. They were at least not starving. There was a vague hint of a smell in the air and he suspected Steven must have made something easy for them to eat at some point after he broke down. They weren’t as exhausted either. There was also a vague soreness in his shoulders that he associated with working out. He probed a little further into how the body felt then glanced at Layla.

“Did one of you have sex?” He crossed his arms.

“Yeah. I had sex with my wife. What about it?” Marc challenged, ready for a fight.

Jake shook his head. “Good. I guess. Great. Fantastic.”

He slumped back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. “She’s sticking around then?”

“Yeah. Guess she is.” Marc’s guard was still up. “Steven might even get lucky next.”

“Marc!” Steven gave a scandalized huff.

“Do you think… She’s going to want to know more.” He stepped back and let Marc have the body. He hated inactivity. He wasn’t used to being so still. It made him feel caged. Trapped… Confined.

“Yeah, she probably will.” Marc crossed his arms. He liked smaller spaces. He liked the stillness. Stillness was safe. Stillness meant no one could perceive you and lash out.

“What are you going to tell her?” Jake paced inside.

Marc was quiet as he leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. “The truth I guess. She deserves to know.”

“It’s going to hurt.” Jake glanced back at the bed. “Then she could use it against you. She could hurt you. She could-”

“She could help us.” Steven interrupted. “She could comfort us. She could know why we’re crying or scared or hurting.”

Jake gave a frustrated sigh and directed towards Marc. “You know how hard I have to work to keep this shit from coming up? With you digging at it constantly looking for ways to hurt yourself? Reasons to feel bad? Talking to her about it is just going to pull it all out again!”

“Then you do it!” Marc glared. “You talk to her! If you’re so keen on hiding this shit from me then how about you break the bad news on how fucked up I am!”

Jake started to sink down again, frustrated and afraid of what he might say that could wound them all.

“I’d do it but… I’m afraid I don’t have the proper knowledge.” Steven said quietly. “I don’t know the whole picture. Emotional support and all…”

Jake glared at the bed. She slept so soundly. Her curls pilowing out around her head. Her arms up around her, reaching for the body that should be there at her side.

“I’ll do it…” Jake closed his eyes. “I want a day. I need to prepare. I also want neither of you there. You don’t need to hear this shit.”

“I want to be there.” Steven took the body and immediately started to worry his fingers at their sleeves. Steven liked to move. He desperately needed to be perceived and acknowledged in his space. “We agreed that things shouldn’t be kept from me anymore. How am I supposed to understand if I don’t know what’s going on?”

“You can’t keep things from him.” Jake took back the body. He didn’t like how easily Steven was overriding him. “You’d slip up and tell him something!”

“I deserve to know what’s going on!” Steven took the body back and pushed hard.

“You work best not knowing!” Jake tried to take control back by force. “This isn’t your job! Your job is to stay out there and be fucking oblivious! It’s how you work best! If you go around being sad all the damn time, how is that helping anyone!”

“Whoa.” Marc stepped in. “Don’t talk to Steven like that.” He took the body and for once held firm against them both. “I get it. You take your job very seriously. I’m not a kid anymore. Maybe you missed that part. Or maybe you missed the part where Steven has been helping me work through some shit. I don’t need you to baby me.”

Jake went silent. He struggled to think of any reaction.

“I’m sorry,” Steven reached out, “but I know my role. I think I know my role better than I ever did now. Especially now. You’ve been through a lot too, haven’t you?”

Jake flinched. “I keep us safe.”

“And that puts you through unimaginable things.” Steven smiled. “I think my role is helping you get through it too. You shouldn’t have had to go through all that.”

“I need a day.” Jake started to sink back. “I need a day to think about it. Tell Layla I want to talk to her about… Things. Steven can be there. If Marc is there, I will not do this. If Steven or Layla asks about something that I don’t want to talk about, you leave it alone. ¿Está claro?”

“Si claro.” Marc shrugged.

“As a bell.” Steven smiled.

Jake fell to the back. He needed to think about things. To decide where to start. To decide what was going to be off limits. He needed to decide how he was going to deal with both Layla and Steven asking questions about things he himself didn’t want to face.

He didn’t want to face that there were some things that maybe… He was too afraid to talk about.

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Acosmist - Moonknight

XV. Scarab

Masterlist Rest of my work. Part 14

Warnings: none. Steven enters the neighbourhood and is almost convinced by Harrow despite Lucilla's involvement.

"Weird isn't it?" Jen questions once the door shuts behind Harrow, her curiosity peaking over her calm façade as she sipped gently on her drink.

"What is?" Lucilla replied, moving to place her bag on a chair that was placed by the door.

"This place," She smiled softly at Lucilla in a way that was almost comforting. "You'll get used to it over time."

However, Lucilla didn't focus on Jen's emotion. "I'm not planning on staying. I help Harrow, Harrow helps me and then I'm out." She explained in a cold tone and it was the honest truth. She's killing 3 birds with one stone: Ptah, Marc, and her history.

"Wow.." Jen dragged out, " Your life is really together." She sarcastically commented, leaving the two in an awkward silence.

Lucilla broke it once Jen moved to the kitchen once again. "Harrow said there's a room for me to stay in until we leave?" She questioned, following Jen with a distance.

"Yes." Jen nodded, "Follow me." She ordered, moving her way into a short corridor. There was directly three rooms at the end of the hall. "Your room is the one on the right," Jen explained gesturing to the room before point to the middle one, "That's the bathroom and my room's just opposite. So, umm.. shout if you need anything."

Jen smiled awkwardly at Lucilla as she moved to her bedroom but paused at the door, turning to Lucilla for a moment. "Or if you need to talk." She shifted back into her room.

"Thank you." Lucilla called out a loud thanks to the girl before walking into her own room.

It was small, no bigger than Lucilla's own room. The room matched the simple decoration as the rest of the apartment but the bed remained different with contrasting colours. A set of towels was set at the foot of the bed as well as a white bear sat by the pillows. It was the average guest room.

"Lucilla," Ptah's voice echoed around the small room.

"Yes, I know." The girl replied, moving to sit upon the neat bed as the God appear at the bottom of it. It was very clear what Ptah was going to say: that she shouldn't be trusting Harrow.

"Egypt is still our priority." He explained.

"I am aware," Lucilla retorted as she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone and a set of earphones. "We're still going to Egypt." She rolled her eyes as she placed a earbud into her ear and began to scroll through the music on her phone.

"With Arthur Harrow, not the avatar." Did he want Lucilla so close to Marc? Even after she made it clear she wouldn't go anywhere near her brother willingly. With Harrow, Lucilla can easily enter Cairo, help Harrow and then complete her business with Ptah before heading back to London alone.

"I am going to Cairo either way." She explained, finally pressing play on her music. Angelica by Wet Leg. Lucilla smiled to herself and she shifted to lay down on the bed.

It felt like only a blink of the eye when Lucilla awoke to the sound of a knock at the door. "Shit," She muttered. Falling asleep was the last thing Lucilla had expected. The room was now dark so Lucilla quickly moved towards the door.

"Hold on," she called out as the knock repeated. "Yeah?" The door opened to reveal Jen sheepishly standing behind it.

"Sorry to wake you," the women quickly apologised before explaining the interruption. "Arthur wants you to meet him on the courtyard. I'll wait by the door for you." She quickly moved back towards the main room. Lucilla followed, needing no time to get herself ready.

Jen happily lead Lucilla to meet Harrow in the courtyard where Harrow currently stood with Marc.. or is it Steven. Steven. If it was Marc then Harrow wouldn't be standing with a hand on his shoulder.

"He's upset Khonshu." Ptah informed Lucilla as the wind began to pick up around them. The girl's eyes jolted as a bin was thrown past her.

"Lucilla!" Arthur greeted the girl once he saw her carefully avoid Khonshu's destruction. "Kinda of you to join us."

Unlike Arthur's bright smile, Steven's is filled with fear. "You're with them?" He nervously questioned.

"No, just assisting with a deal." Lucilla explained as Harrow slapped a hand on both the Spector's backs.

"Come," Harrow smiled before walking ahead of the two. Lucilla quickly fell into place a few paces behind Steven as they blindly follow Harrow. "See, this neighbourhood used to have the highest crime rate in the city." He began to explain the area to Steven just as he did with Lucilla earlier on in the day. "There was so much suffering, so much pain…"

A smile braced Harrow's face as he started greeting people once again. "It was truly heartbreaking. Now people don't lock their doors at night. They feel safe." He continued to flaunt his achievements before getting distracted by someone walking past with a box full of fruit.

"But you don't want to tell anyone, no. People don't want to hear good news. They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain." Harrow continued, letting his eyes wander to Lucilla at the last sentence but the girl simply let her eyes wander to anywhere else.

Steven's obvious observation of "Goat.." at the bleating of the animal brought Harrow back onto the main topic of conversations before quickly getting distracted again.

Harrow happily walked up to someone, speaking Mandarin as a football was tossed to him. He tossed it back as the group passed by.

"You all talk Chinese?" Steven questioned.

"Ah, Mandarin." Harrow replied smugly. "We all aspire to learn three languages. So, we teach each other. We share our knowledge." He was easily pleased by his own accomplishments.

Steven muttered a sign that the idea was impressive but Harrow quickly changed the topic as they reached the hall. "You hungry?" He asked in steven's direction, not even acknowledging Lucilla. "The food's free. You're a vegan, right?"

"Yeah," Steven answered, barely taking notice of anything that's not the building they were in.

"Yeah, so am I. You might wanna try the lentil soup. I made it this morning. It's Victor's recipie." Harrow began to ramble only stopping as he spots Victor sat on the wall widdling a spoon. "Gracias, Victor." He calls out before turning back to Steven. "He's from the Yucatan. He's.. No, he's very funny."

"Here," Harrow moves to pass Steven a tray then Lucilla. She quickly declined the tray and moved away to find a table for the group instead as the two men spoke.

"Khonshu isn't convinced by Harrow."

"Well, neither am I." Lucilla muttered quietly, keeping her head down as she sat at a table. "He's not the most convincing person in the world despite all of this." The girl flinched as the sound of soft metal slams together.

"He-" Ptah began to comment on khonshu once again but Lucilla cut him off.

"I think I've established Khonshu isn't convinced." She rolled her eyes as Harrow began walking towards her with Steven.

"He often throws temper tantrums, like a two-year-old." Harrow explained to Steven as they sat down beside the girl. "None of the gods respect him. Perhaps that's why he's banished."

Lucilla smirked as her eyes drifted to Ptah stood a few meters away from the group. Of course he wanted her to follow Khonshu, because no one else would.

"What's he saying now?" Harrow questioned as Steven moved to look behind him, probably searching for khonshu. "I am real justice." He mocked.

"Can you hear him?" Steven asked nervously.

"Not anymore." Harrow answered, focusing on his food. He moved an apple Lucilla's direction before touching his. "I was his former Avatar. Before you. I was the first of vengeance."

"I'm not the fist of anything," Steven shrugged as he touched his own food. "That's the little American Man living inside of me."

"That's uhh… Thats" Harrow began to question Steven's awareness of Marc but Lucilla cut him off.

"Marc." Steven nodded at the girl. She took the apple from Harrow and took a few bites.

"Soup's… Yeah, it's very good. It's ace. Yeah, it's lovely." Steven begins to fill in the silence.

"Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path. His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered." Harrow began to explain, "Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before any evil's done. That's why we must resurrect her."

"Wait," Lucilla jolted in her seat that the words. That was nothing on what Harrow explained her into a deal on. She never agreed to Ammit's resurrection.

"I did warn you." Ptah muttered in the back of Lucilla's head as the two brushed her away. "Leave"

"Right. But… Isn't that a bit dodgy? Like, trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?" Steven questioned. He knew the most about Egyptian Mythology and even he was concerned.

"I didn't sign up for a resurrection Harrow." Lucilla argued but Harrow simply ignored the girl.

"You don't need to doubt her judgment." He told both of them. "Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil, which brings us to the scarab." The tone of the room instantly shifted as soon as the scarab was mentioned.

It was easy to say Harrow knew what he was doing. "That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb. She's out there, waiting, longing to be freed." People began to stand and surround the table. They are expecting a fight.

Steven muttered a quick "Hi," to the people approaching them as Harrow continued.

"While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment. And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated. Steven, to exist at that moment? Heaven on Earth. So, the scarab." Harrow asked, hoping Steven would just hand it over.

"Oh, I don't have it." Lucilla glared at Steven. There was no chance in hell Marc would let Steven throw away the scarab, even if he refused to tell anyone about it's purpose.

#writing #fanfic #story #writeblr #hdsc-ace #am writing #storytelling #oc #writerblr #moonknight fanfiction #moonknight #marvel #marvelfanfic #fanfiction #steven grant #marc spector #khonshu #jake lockley #mr knight

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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it should be socially accepted not to wear pants in public. or at least when there’s a heatwave outside.

— jake lockley probably.

#it’s 100 degrees right now and i have the ac cranked up on high #but it’s not doing much rip 🥲#jake lockley #me.txt

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demisexualnathanvuornos · 2 years

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Canon Aces 198/?: The Truth in Moon Knight Legacy #189 (2017) 2/ 2

+ #190 mention

#the truth #the truth (moon knight)#marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight legacy #canon aspec list #ace characters

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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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*These weren't necessarily written and/or posted in April, but that's when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

The Recruit, Care, & Late Night Talking (Poe Dameron x F!Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

when the sun came up you were looking at me (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronalone

fwb (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Out of the Desert (cowboy!ace!Din Djarin x ace!Reader) - @softlyspector

kiss to the inner wrist (Din Djarin x Reader) - @softlyspector

Poe + Flirting in awkward situations (Poe Dameron x Force-Sensitive!Reader) - @dameronalone

Din + Tending to wounds (Din Djarin x Reader) - @dameronalone

better safe than sorry (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Moon Knight

🔥A Bit Dodgy (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Get Well Soon (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Sweet Requitement (Dormroom!Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

Let Down Your Hair (Steven Grant x Muslim!Hijabi!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Merry, Happy (Steven Grant x Muslim!Reader) & Merry, Happy II (Moon Boys x Muslim!Reader) - @welcometostayingawake

Embrace (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Milk (Marc Spector x Reader) - @luc-k-y

Someone’s gonna light you up (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

Tell me your name (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) | Te amo (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

The letter (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

🔥Whatever you give (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @annautumnsoul

I'm Staying (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Feels Nice (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Blemish (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Upon reflection (Steven Grant x Reader) - @silversweetpea

🔥Personal Time (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Not a Doctor (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Marc + I'll carry you to bed (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @dameronalone

🔥Précis (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @360iris

The Last of Us

sweet, sweet sugar (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @unrefinedmusings

Code Red (Joel Miller x F!Reader) | (Joel's POV) - @softlyspector

Sweet Nothing: The Morning & Sweet Nothing: Mohawk (Joel Miller x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bullseye (Joel Miller x Reader) - @softlyspector

Unplanned (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

🔥Failures (Joel Miller x F!Teacher!Reader) - @softlyspector

Triple Frontier

🔥Preciously Plump (Santiago Garcia x F!PlusSized!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Packing (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Over a Ledger (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Filled (Benny Miller x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Ex Machina

🔥It'll Be Fun (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional (another Choose Your Own Adventure story - cannot hype these enough fr)

In Pain (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame

🔥Efficiency (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @writefightandflightclub

Belated (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Ebo (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @my-secret-shame

Batman/The Dark Knight

🔥Vouyer!Bruce Wayne/Batman (cb!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Daredevil

🔥Pretty Boy (Matt Murdock x F!Reader) - @foli-vora

Narcos

The Sun Also Rises (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥One Touch (Javier Peña x F!Reader) - @psychedelic-ink

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #joel miller x reader #santiago garcia x reader #benny miller x reader #nathan bateman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #javier pena x reader #matt murdock x reader #fic rec #honestly shocked at how little smut i read lmao #usually it dominates

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juneknight · 8 months

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Good Day

kink: hybristophilia

jake lockley/f!reader

About this: this one is a little special, as most sex takes place off screen. This version of Jake and his reader are due two sequels. ;)

Jake wakes you up with a kiss on the neck and the prettiest six words a girl could ever hope to hear:

Nice day to rob a bank.

It’s 1960 and summer in the Midwest, which means hot as hell. Jake’s car doesn’t have any AC, but neither of you mind. Sweat slicks on your arms and the metal door of the Fury scalds you whenever you try to rest your arm on the windowsill, but who fucking cares? Because it’s a great day to rob a bank!

Both of you had been watching the bag of bills in the trunk dwindle and dwindle as you crawled across the midwest. Every time you stopped at a gas station or a motel or a cheap little shop to buy supplies, you’d give him a glance, once that said: ‘is it time, J?’ But Jake’s face could be cooler than a glass of icy water, giving nothing away. You hadn’t known this was coming until an hour ago when he kissed you, rolled you over, and nailed you into the mattress.

Jake knows you like surprises.

“I don’t want no distractions this time,” he says around his cigarette. His hands are restless on the wheel, but you know it’s not nerves. If Jake’s robbed one bank, he’s robbed a thousand. No, this is adrenalin. It’s excitement. Jake’s got that cool face, but deep down you know how much this gets his blood running—just as much as it gets yours.

“I didn’t mean to distract you,” you say primly, thinking about the last gig you both had pulled. It’s a bold faced lie. You had gotten down on your knees in the vault, put your hands behind your head and whipped up some fake tears as you begged him, Please don’t kill me, mister, I have a husband I need to go home to! Jake had just been spilling down your throat when you both heard the sirens wailing. It was a good thing Jake had outran the pigs before, or else you both might be sitting in separate jail cells.

“Like hell you didn’t,” says Jake with a scowl. His hand reaches for your thigh, gripping it firmly. You let him up your skirt, and he sighs smoke when he finds out you aren’t wearing any panties. He mutters: “You’re gonna get us killed.”

“Doesn’t seem like a nice day to die,” you giggle.

“No day is a good day to die, baby,” he says. “Every man’s gotta suck it up and bite the bullet eventually.”

But you were right—today wasn’t that day. By the time you both are burning rubber to get away, you have twelve thousand dollars in the trunk. You’d left all the pretty little bank tellers (and the bank president) trussed up like pigs in the vault. The cops could let them out. You and Jake had somewhere else to be!

He pulls off abruptly into a road that goes from paved to gravel and gravel to dirt, puts you on the burning hood of the Plymouth, flips up your skirt and eats your pussy until you’re crying. It’s a great day for eating pussy—always is.

#jake lockley x reader

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rmoonstoner · 9 months

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, someone gets hurt

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Summary:

A wild Miguel appears once again!

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Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls

Yes. I said it. Pizza rolls to me are just little pizza filled Empanadas. My favorite kind are the big Great Value bag of them. Let me tell you about the homemade pizza rolls I made recently. I got puff pastry, then filled them with cream cheese and extra old aged cheddar, diced dry aged salami, diced habaneros, diced onions, homemade garlic pizza sauce, and then close them up, cover in garlic butter, sprinkle with parmesan, and bake on parchment paper for 15-25 min on 350.

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Another week had rolled on by since that very explicit dream and you hadn't run into Miguel at all. Even when you outright asked the criminals on whether or not they had seen a jacked up Spider-Man, they genuinely looked confused and terrified that there was yet another Spider-Man, and this one was bigger than any of the others. It almost made you question his existence, had the wizard not kept asking if you had seen him again?

Every.

Damned.

Night.

You nearly lost hope on running into him. Maybe he found his way back to where he came from? Maybe he had to leave the city to find the thing he needed in order to do so?

Either way, you managed to get out to patrol for an entire seven days without seeing any sign of him. Perhaps he was busy, which was good. It was getting old being asked the same question every night. At least Peter had the decency to not ask about Miguel while in Stephen's presence. That would just trigger the doctor into playfully teasing you about it.

Thankfully, he hadn't asked about Miguel at all for today, come to think of it. Stephen had said Peter was there when he opened up a viewing orb to see where you were. Maybe Peter's little magic caffeine fit made him forget? Oh, who were you kidding, he aced his finals, so of course he'd remember seeing Miguel in the orb.

"Hey! Nice to see you!" Peter called out as you flipped yourself over the ledge to see only him at the meeting point. He was just packing up Gwen's bag that she had left the previous night.

"Hi! How are you?" You greeted him as he handed you a protein bar.

"Doing good. Since I did so well on my reports, I got a few recommendations from some of the professors. I showed them to Stephen, and told him I want to get my engineering and chemistry certification."

"So you plan on getting a doctorate?"

"Yes! I hope it makes Stephen proud. It's not the same kind of doctor, and it's more what Tony would have wanted-" Peter rambled a bit and you placed a hand to his shoulder.

"Stephen is proud of you. He'd be proud of you no matter what subject you pick. He would be proud even if you failed, because you tried so hard. You don't give up when it gets rough. He knows how much Tony meant to you and Tony wasn't one to stop achieving his dreams when he failed at something. You and Stephen share that drive, and it'll take you far." You said with a bright smile.

It wasn't a lie, because Strange talked about the boy a lot. He always asked how he was doing after a patrol, and he would be the one to do most of the first aid on the team. If he ever had to help Peter with an injury, the man would fuss while patching the boy up. Stephen would even be constantly mentioning how proud Tony would have been, had he been around to see Peter's achievements. The doctor almost sounded like a sweet old grandmother affectionately referring to her grandchild when he spoke of Peter.

"Thank you. That feels good hearing that from you." Peter replied as he cracked a grin.

"So… Does this mean I have to call you Doctor Parker? Or Doctor Spider-Man? Oooh! I know! How about Spider-Doctor?" You gently teased him. Peter burst out laughing while shaking his head.

"Absolutely not! It will be Doctor Parker, and then just the same old, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." He chuckled with a wink.

"Ah, good. Though… What about Doctor Webs?!" You gave a laugh back as you tried to picture it. He laughed and shook his head. The both of you got ready to head out, suiting up fully and slinging away into the night as you kept roasting Peter on the names he could use.

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Most of the night was pretty calm. There was a fender bender pretty early on and a guy needed to be pulled from the wreckage, so Peter had helped. You didn't have much to offer in assistance, so you sat perched up on a shopping market roof to watch him while you called an ambulance. When all was said and done, you left to go seek out other problem areas that might need some help. The small police scanner Peter had built into his wrist watch sure did help a lot, and it reminded you of Miguel's watch.

Another occurrence was a man being held at knife point by a local drunk. Peter and you managed to talk the guy down and check him into a local drop-in center for outreach help. From there, everything was good. Nothing was off, which was great. It was so great that you and Peter stopped for a bite to eat on top of Stark Tower. About half way through your sandwich, Peter's watch and phone went off. He picked it up to check and his face fell.

"What's wrong, Peter?"

"There's been a breach in the Stark Tower security systems." He grumbled as he jammed the rest of his food into his mouth and chewed vigorously. You huffed and opened your sandwich and hurriedly removed the good bits, shoving them into your mouth and discarding the bread and other bits you didn't enjoy much. You both chewed in silence as you wiped your faces and hands.

"What? But we are sitting on the building..?" You asked with a confused face as you opened a soda to wash your mouth out, then handed it over to Peter so he could do the same.

"Yeah… I suppose we should go check it out, then?" He suggested. How could you say no?

Since Peter already had official security clearance, it was easy to get inside. You followed him in and down to the lower levels. He didn't bother to creep about. He acted like he owned the place, which he kind of did now that Tony was gone. Peter glanced at his watch a few times.

"Looks like the disturbance is in the vaults." Peter announced as he pointed to another stairwell. His tech was telling him the breach was in the power core reactor vault on the main floor. It was separated from the one that powered the building, and that was underground.

Peter directed you to the stairwell and down the center of the spiral stairs. He chose to use a web rope, while you descended with a disk of light. Once at the main floor, Peter quietly peeked down a hallway and motioned for you to follow. You darkened your suit and dimmed the lights in the hallway slowly, while Peter made his way towards the vault room.

There was a clatter of sorts the closer you got. Peter was a bit nervous, his spider senses no doubt going insane as he twitched at any noise. Yours, however, wasn't going off at all. You thought that was odd, considering the threatening nature of the noises that you were hearing. Scraping and clanking to be specific could be heard, followed by what sounded like drawers and doors opening and closing rapidly. The occasional crash of glass tinking against glass could be heard as well.

Peter stopped at the door, a weak light coming from inside. You could hear someone grumbling to someone. A man, talking to a woman. Peter was opening the door as you realized the voices sounded familiar, and before you could tell him to wait, Peter was zipping inside to confront the individuals.

"I'd stop that if I were you. Mr. Stark might be gone, but this building is still owned by his associates." Peter said as he clung to the roof in front of a large storage room door. The noises suddenly stopped and a growl erupted from the room.

"Spidey, uh, maybe we should be careful-" You started to say, when a large metal box was hurled at him. Thankfully, Peter managed to smack it away in time.

"Not one for talking, huh? Are you the strong silent type?" Peter said as he fired off a warning shot into the storage room. A small crash could be heard as a bunch of things fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor and out the door. You hid in the shadows and got closer to the door as Peter dropped down and darted into the room after the noise.

"Friday! Spidey needs the rest of the backup lights off!" You called out. The noises suddenly stopped as that familiar voice went 'huh?' And a second later, and the lights went out.

A scuffle occurred. You could hear Peter get hit and grunt as he came flying out of the room and hit the wall on the other side of the room. You gasped when it registered. You heard the distinct sound of bone breaking and Peter hissing in pain.

There was another crash, so you turned and stepped into the storage room, seeing a dark figure smash a window and climb up into it. The moon light hit his form just right, and you could tell immediately that it was Miguel. He turned to look back at you, tilted his head, then jumped. You looked back at Peter, seeing he was getting up and rubbing his neck.

You had a choice. Stay and help Peter, or chase Miguel.

"Get that jerk, Galaxy-Spider!" Peter shouted as he huffed while leaning against the wall. His arm looked like it was bent the wrong way, and his voice was dripping with pain.

That fucking dick broke your friend's arm!

You saw red, and then in an instant, you were across the room, handing Peter your bag for anything he would need, before running to and jumping from the window that Miguel had escaped from.

As you hit the night air, you looked around, catching a glimpse of Miguel zipping up a web to the roof of the building you just left. You scowled and hissed as you summoned a circle of light and stepped on it. You braced yourself and sent it straight upwards towards Miguel.

When he turned his head to check if he had gotten away, he recoiled in surprise when he saw that you were only meters behind him.

He reached out and shot a web to the next building over and kicked away from the tower. He used the momentum of the sudden change in trajectory to rocket himself away. He was fast, like ridiculously fast for a large hulking mass of muscle. It made sense, Jake was slightly smaller, but the cabbie was pretty fucking fast. So, of course Miguel, with the same setup, would be faster since he was a Spider.

Right?

"Get your ass back here!" You demanded as you aimed at him and shot off a web. He managed to twist himself out of the way. In doing so, he landed against the building and sprang away from it to go to another across the street.

"Fucker! I swear to the Gods, if you make me chase you, I am not going to be a happy girl!" You called out while making a series of glowing lights appear to get to him. He had gained a fair distance, now being three blocks away.

You could do this. You had chased far worse things than Miguel. This should be easy for you.

One blob at time, but surprisingly quickly as you hopped, skipped, and jumped your way to the fleeing Spider. You gave chase for over ten minutes, drawing you far away from the Stark Tower and the Sanctum. You hauled ass and pushed yourself to catch up with him, each breath coming out in a rush.

Closer.

Closer…

Your lungs were burning and your muscles were aching with the effort to get to him. You were angry and upset that he had hurt your friend, and had the audacity to break and enter the building that belonged to said friend. You had an idea of what he was looking for, and you even offered to help him, yet here you were, chasing a potential thief that refused any help.

When Miguel looked back, you were almost able to grab at his ankle. The panic was evident in his body language, and in that split second, he shot you in the face with his webs.

Everything went dark and you stumbled while trying to pull the web from your face. You lost your footing, slipping and falling off the light. A strangled squeak came from you as your head smacked against another gob of light. Dizziness filled you as you kept falling. The ground would soon meet you and you were sure it would hurt and do some major damage.

A whoosh of air hit your ears as you were suddenly grabbed and sent flying. It took a moment to realize you weren't falling, but now were being carried while swinging in the air. Large muscular arms held you tightly against a well sculpted torso. The heat from the man was radiating nicely and it felt safe and warm, even though a few moments ago you wanted to punch him in his stupid face. A few moments later, and Miguel was setting you down gently, but he didn't let go. He was holding on in an effort to avoid you lashing out at him as he removed the webs from your face.

Well, you didn't lash out. You stayed still while trying to control your breathing. Your mask was taken off and when you looked up, Miguel had already discarded his on roof you were on. He held a look of concern as he inspected your head, finding a bump, but otherwise everything was fine.

"You gave me a scare, there. You weren't supposed to fall."

"Well you weren't supposed to commit a felony by breaking and entering Stark Tower, then I am pretty sure you broke my friend's arm!" You snapped at him and Miguel let go of you and took a step back.

"I broke his shocking arm!?" He seemed surprised and his face melted into remorse.

"I am sorry. He was trying to stop me from getting the information I needed, and he shot a web at Lyla. She's all I have left. I didn't mean to hurt him. I'm still getting used to these powers." He stammered as he showed you the lack of pockets and anything on his person, but the watch. You sighed, but still had to ask.

"Did you steal anything?"

"No! Well, uh, just the information I needed. I swear, I didn't take any of those glowing core things." He said and turned around.

"See? And no, I didn't put anything up there." He indicated to his rear, and it drew a small laugh from you. You cleared your throat and stood up.

"Well, you need to come back with me. Tell P- Tell Spidey that you're sorry and that you didn't mean to cause any harm, though you clearly did, you big brute. If you don't, the wizard will make your life really fucking hard." You scolded him and pointed back towards the tower. Miguel frowned as he looked down and sighed.

"Fine. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good! Now I'll just shoot him a text and let him know I am on the way back with you." You muttered while going for your pack. You froze when you remembered handing it to Peter.

"Ah, shit. I can't. I forgot I left my bag with him. Well, you're gonna just have to watch your back while we go."

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By the time you got back to the tower, Peter had already called Stephen in. You could tell they were there because there was a warm orange glow of the portals he was so fond of. You had to check and make sure Miguel didn't just fuck off, which, thankfully, he didn't.

As you approached, you could see Stephen bent over Peter. He was fixing up his arm with magic and making sure Peter was alright when the lad sat up and pointed at you and Miguel.

"That's the guy!" Peter said as he jostled forward a bit and winced. Stephen smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"Stay still. The last thing we need is you distracting me while I am trying to set the bone back into place!"

"But, Stephen, the guy that broke my arm is right there!" Peter argued with a whine.

"Settle down. I know he's there. I can clearly see him." Stephen said as he twisted Peter's arm suddenly. A loud crack was heard, and Peter gasped and almost threw up.

"But you're not even facing him…" Peter protested quietly. Stephen huffed and pointed up to his forehead and Peter went quiet. He didn't bother asking how he could still see Miguel, when that eye wasn't even facing him. He knew it was magic and left it at that.

"Heya, doc. I found the guy. Brought him back. He's willing to apologize and explain himself." You said as you motioned to Miguel, then to Peter.

"Good. I look forward to hearing about why he's caused such a fuss." Stephen stood there looking at everyone with his arms crossed. He looked mad and annoyed. Of course he'd be.

Miguel was nervous. He was shifting from one foot to the other as he looked at Peter.

"I, uh… I am sorry for breaking your arm. I… I am also sorry for breaking into this building." He glanced at Peter, then at Stephen, before his eyes landed on you.

"Okay. Cool. Apology accepted. Now, please enlighten me as to why you broke into my building?" Peter asked while Stephen started using magic to speed up the healing process.

"Your building?"

"Yes. This is my building."

"So that makes you Peter Parker, then." Miguel said as he motioned to the room around him.

"The man that Tony Stark left all his technology and businesses to. Wow. That's wild. You're so young." Miguel looked at you and huffed.

"You could have told me that, you know. I wouldn't have broken in here if I knew that this place belonged to your friend." Miguel complained and rubbed his face.

"You're a dick. I offered to ask my friends for help, but nooo, you said you wanted to do it all by yourself!" You said and threw both hands over to Peter. Peter was perfectly fine by now, Stephen's spell having worked its magic and fixed what Miguel had broken.

"I said I could have asked, and yet, you declined and ended up hurting my friend. I think you owe me an apology as well Miguel!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. I should have asked for help. I should have accepted your offer."

"Okay. Enough of this garbage. Can we go back to the Sanctum? I really need to finish this book I borrowed from Wong." Stephen spoke up and started walking through the portal.

"You're not going to punish me?" Miguel had a look of surprise on his face.

"No. That's for Peter and her to decide. I have enough shit to deal with already. Besides, you're a Spider-Folk. That's their jurisdiction." Stephen announced and then he went straight to sit at his desk with his book.

"Let's get going. You know how much he hates waiting." Peter whispered to you.

You nodded and looked at Miguel, curling your finger in a silent command to follow. Miguel hung his head in frustration as he followed on through. Once inside the library, the portal closed up behind you. Peter was the first to fling his mask off and flop into one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. You took yours off as you sat in the love seat and laid across it.

Miguel awkwardly looked at the other leather chair and sat down. From this angle he could see everyone, and he noticed the wizard's third eye was staring at him through the reflection of the mirror up on the wall beside him. That was unnerving, so he turned to look at Peter. The boy gave him an obnoxious smile as he looked Miguel over.

"That's a weird choice in a suit. You look like you're wearing a child's costume. I can see some of the seams are ripping." Peter quipped and you giggled.

"Look, my outfit was poorly planned in the time that I had." Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes as he relaxed into the chair.

He was spread eagle with the way he sat, and your eyes wandered down. Just a peek, right? What could it hurt?

"Hey, doc! Can ya fix up his ugly suit?" Peter glanced at you as he called out to Stephen.

You looked away as you blushed, Miguel eyeing you carefully as he crossed one leg over the other. Stephen grumbled and flicked his hands towards Miguel, and his suit resized and darkened with textures that weren't there before. Strange went right back to reading, but he was eavesdropping, ready to spring into action should Miguel blow his top.

Miguel's reaction was an undignified squeak and a grunt as the new suit formed around him. He stared at the gloves, noting the rubber like pads on the fingertips and the slits at the tips of the fingers for his claws. He got up and went over to the mirror and gawked at himself, twisting right and left as he looked at the professional fine detailing of the fabric patterns. Miguel looked like he was wearing boot shaped socks.

He didn't know what to say as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror. You had been staring at him, eyes looking right at his impressive looking legs, looking up to his nice tight ass, then up his back to his shoulders, and finally to his eyes. You blushed and bit your inner cheek as you smiled at him. He winked at you and then turned to thank the doctor.

Miguel explained who he was, where he was from, and when. Stephen quietly listened, while Peter kept interrupting him to make a joke or a remark about something, like if he really fell into a dumpster, or if you had pushed him. It took about an hour to explain himself in what only took ten minutes to you privately. Stephen decided Miguel wasn't a threat, and offered to let him stay, but Miguel was very adamant about having a hotel room and that he didn't wish to be a burden.

Stephen wasn't having any of it. He refused Miguel's excuses and he showed him to a room, claiming he owed his son at least one day and night of his time for the inconvenience of temporarily breaking his arm. Miguel relented and followed Stephen to the room, and you didn't hear from him all night.

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Our Little Family

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: A story about a pregnancy.

Having a baby with three boyfriends was difficult.

Even during your pregnancy, you had difficulties controlling them.

Jake wanted to front so he could protect you and the baby, Steven wanted to front because he was the most gentle one and he argued you needed someone who could keep their cool, and Marc argued that he needed to front because he was the host, he could keep you calm and you had his last name.

And you argued that you needed all three.

"I need Jake so he could keep me safe, last time we went out I nearly fell and he caught me. I need Steven because when I freak out or cry because of the smallest things he knows how to calm me down and I need you Marc as well to be here with all of us, feel the baby grow and then, when they are here, I'll need all three of you again, forever."

How did you do that? How could you calm them down all at once? It was a mystery to them, but they loved you.

Marc built the crib the other day, you had a particularly bad day, sickness wasn't kind to you. Thankfully Steven was there to bring you whatever you needed during the day and Marc build the crib.

"Maybe we should look for a bigger place, with two or three bedrooms." Marc said as he massaged your feet.

"Hmm. But I like it here, since we got the AC, even summer is a lot better."

"I know but when the baby arrives we will need more space and these books. And the fish and then there is your stuff, we should look for somewhere bigger."

Although you knew Marc was right, you also had a strong attachment to this place.

"Maybe we should, but we could wait until the baby is bigger so then I can help you guys with the move." Marc liked that idea and Steven hopped on looking for houses in London as soon as he got the body.

You had a lot of things you liked to do a lot more than before.

You asked them to grow a beard was one, you liked the feeling of it against your skin, it tickled and calmed you somehow.

You liked to eat weird food which made Steven gag.

You liked to place things on your belly and balance things, which made Jake extremely anxious.

You liked to go on walks in the middle of the night when Marc just wanted to sleep.

But as your belly grew, they felt the baby kick, there was always a smile on their face as they watched you move around the house.

Then it happened, you went into labour.

It was a quiet day, you were in the middle of getting some snacks while Steven picked a movie when you felt it, the pain and then water running down your legs.

"Umm, Steven?"

"Yes?"

"Can you grab my bag please?"

"Why do you need-" as he arrived in the kitchen he saw you holding your side, a puddle under you he panicked. "FUCK! Okay, Love, okay! Marc, take this one please or I'll faint!"

Thankfully Marc was a lot calmer as he drove you to the hospital.

You laid on that bed for five hours, five long hours and you heard that that was a short time compared to other women.

"Sweetheart, I got you a drink." "My Love, I brought you some food, you will need your strength." "Mi Amor, we will stay here with you."

All three tried their best to calm you, they really did, but you were still scared, after all, you were about to pop a human out.

And the pain.

You held their hand at every pain you felt. Squeezing it during the long hours of wait until you were ready to give birth.

"I'm scared." you said, you didn't meant to say it out loud, but sadly you did.

"Amor, you are the strongest woman we know, if you can deal with the three of us, a baby will be nothing. Yes, it will hurt, but as soon as you are holding them in your arms, you'll forget all pain." you looked at Jake, shocked at his reaction, it wasn't his usual way of dealing with these situations, he was rather calm.

"Thank you." he kissed your forehead.

"I just hope the kid looks like me. Steven has a funny nose."

"HEY!" Steven yelled in his head, but you laughed, and that was the whole point, keeping you calm, Marc knew that even when Steven kept huffing and puffing about his nose.

But Jake was right.

As soon as you had your little boy in your arms, you melted, and so did your husbands.

"What will be his name?" asked the doctor as he looked at the small family in front of him. Marc didn't even think of a name.

"Randall." you answered, not taking your eyes off of the baby. "Our little Randall." you whispered and Marc started to softly cry.

The doctor left, Marc spoke up.

"Are you sure about his name?"

"Of course I am. It's a beautiful name and your brother was called the same." then you looked at Marc, with a little panic. "Is it-Is it okay? Was I insensitive? I thought it would be a nice gesture but we can pick a different name." you said as he shook his head and smiled.

"Randall is perfect. Thank you." he said as he kissed your head and then the baby's.

They kept on fighting about who can front just so they can hold him, it got to the point where you had to take him back from them.

"No baby to you misters until you behave like adults." you said as the nurse came in to check on you and show you a couple of tricks.

Soon, you were on your way home, with Jake driving, baby boy safely in his seat, sleeping, for now.

When you arrived back to the apartment, you needed a nap, you felt like you'd fall asleep just standing.

"Go, sleep Love. We will take care of him." said Steven as he helped you to bed. You fell asleep while listening to Steven talk to his son.

When you woke up it was late, your son's crying made you wake up as Marc was trying his best to calm the little boy.

"He must be hungry." you said as he brought him over to you.

And indeed, hungry the little man was.

You smiled as he ate while you looked at Marc.

"Are you okay?" you asked and he nodded.

"I should ask you that, you gave birth not too long ago."

"I'm fine, you are fine, he is fine. We are all fine." you said as you kissed his cheek.

"I know. I just worry."

"As you should, you are a father, after all, that's what fathers do," you said as you watched Marc switch.

"Amor, they did a terrible job, Steven nearly dropped him once." said Jake as he watched his son have his dinner.

"HEY!" Steven yelled again in his head. "I DIDN'T!"

"It's okay, we are all learning here."

You smiled as your son finished, "Grab the-" you didn't even have to finish, Jake already had the cloth put on your shoulder so you could burp your baby. "Thank you."

Yes, this will be a long journey, with the three of them, but as you watched Jake take Randall from you and put him in his little bed before moving to cuddle you back to sleep, you knew you will be able to do this, you could be a happy family.

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Acosmist - Moonknight

II. Jackal

Masterlist Part 1 Rest of my work. Warnings: none.

Lucilla returns to the museum to help Steven for Marc and gets wrapped into Marc's mess.

Most of the day was spent with Lucilla perching in random corners of the museum's displays, watching Marc work. Her mind was spinning with questions for Marc but these are ones she'll never ask the man himself.

However, as the girl made her way through the Egyptian exhibit, a voice called out to her.

"This is pitiful." Ptah states, appearing beside the girl as he glances across the displays. "These are almost all incorrect." Lucilla watched as Ptah's hand reached towards a statue of himself, brushing his hand against the dirt upon the statue's chest.

"I think it's fitting." Lucilla shrugged, her eyes scanning over the inaccurate statue of the familiar god. "It captures your curvature perfectly." She joked before moving across to another display case.

"I'm please that you're amused by this." The god responded, his voice coated in sarcasm.

Lucilla just smiled at Ptah's comment, stopping at a particular display before her. Her eyes were preferring to linger upon a imprint of stone. Once the girl got closer, she pulled her hand up to trace the symbol's outline. It was a weird shape, a cross but a loop accompanying the northern tip.

"Ankh Djed-Pillar." Lucilla recalled, her eyes not leaving the imprint as she pulled her arm up beside it. The girl's sleeve was quick to drop to reveal a similar symbol upon her arm. However unlike the stone's imprint, the one upon Lucilla's was made from scars on her forearm.

The two matched almost exactly.

The Ankh Djed-pillar upon Lucilla's arm wasn't something the girl liked to gaze upon. After years of trying to figure out what the mysterious symbol meant, she only came upon a few meanings.

Two symbols made up the design; the ankh cross and the djed-pillar. The ankh cross displayed eternal life whilst the djed-pillar showcased stability. Two things Lucilla could never have.

When the symbol appeared upon the girl's arm one day, Lucilla was deep within her buisness alongside Ptah. She could never recall when or where the scars appeared on her arm. The only thing Lucilla could figure out about the scar was that they would never go away.

"Excuse me, miss!" A voice interrupted Lucilla's thoughts, causing the girl to quickly bring down her arm as she turned towards the strange man.

He wore Arabic-like clothing but held an American accent. It was highly likely he was a tourist, possibly visiting on a... business trip? Most Americans never wore such items and most Arabians didn't hold an American accent.

However he held a strong soft smile as he approached Lucilla, a cane to support him as he did.

"Hi." The girl greeted back, "Sorry, can I not touch these?" She was quick to point to the stone beside her, there was no denying he didn't see her against it.

"Honestly, I have no idea." The man responded with a small chuckle, "I don't work here but I say as long as there's no damage you should be fine." He took a step closer.

"I couldn't help but notice the print on your arm." A small gesture to Lucilla's wrist accompanied the man's comment, the exact one that the pillar rested upon.

"The pillar." Lucilla responded, gesturing to the pillar behind her with a shrug. Her hands instantly fell to secure the called sleeve around her wrist to prevent it from lifting.

The man responded in a nod. His eyes reading the imprint behind the girl before talking again, "Do you know what it means?"

"No," Lucilla forced a laugh. "I got it at some party, we were all drunk and-"

"Strange thing to have at a party." The man stated, both of his hand now rested upon his cane as he interrupted Lucilla's lie. "Especially when most people state that it's Osiris's backbone."

Lucilla only nodded, curiously watching the man as he walked to stand beside her. His eyes were locked onto the display beside the young girl.

"Or if you're like me; it's a hieroglyph of Stability." The man added, "I guess that's why it's Osiris's backbone. It's where the body gets the most stability." He was quick to turn to Lucilla as he spoke before turning back to the display case.

"The cross is Eternal life." Lucilla stated, her hand pulled up her own sleeve before brushing her hand across the cross of the pillar. "I know that much. The rest is a mystery."

Lucilla couldn't help but take a glance at the man's own wrist; a set of scales was imprinted upon his forearm. A symbol that could possibly mean an action having an equal and opposite reaction to follow on. Newton's third law.

"Well, it's a benefit that you're in a museum." The man smiled.

"Yeah.." Lucilla shrugged, knowing that the symbol isn't the reason she came to this museum. However being here could be a benefit to her instead of being one to Layla.

It didn't take long for the man to leave Lucilla in a world of her own. The words he spoke were nice but odd shivers were sent up her spine from him. He creeped her out.

The next couple of hours, Lucilla spent wandering around the museum until it closed. When it did, she hid until she could search for Marc.

Staying until the museum closed wasn't the plan Lucilla had in mind however as Marc didn't leave the museum until late and the girl needed answers, it soon became the plan.

"Having fun?" Lucilla called out the question as Marc was left alone in the gift shop. She was quick to waltz over to the man as he held a confused look.

"What are you doing here?" Marc questioned, placing his scanner onto the counter so he could talk to Lucilla. "The museum is closed." He continued to hold the same British accent, like he was a completely different person.

"I never got the answers I need." Responded Lucilla. A small smile was placed on her lips as she pushed herself to sit on the counter that Marc was scanning plushies at.

"You used to love this sort of stuff." The girl stated, eyes flickering above her to the glass roof. Stars were barely breaking through the clouds.

"We always snuck into places when we were younger." Lucilla added after a moment, in hopes of getting something different out of her brother. "Not as expensive as this but we still had fine." She shrugged before glancing at Marc once more.

"I still have no clue what you're going on about." Marc responded, making a quick move to return to his task.

"You really don't remember a thing about me?" The girl's tone quickly dipped as she watched her brother. He really was a different person now, there was no trace of Marc in him.

"Steven." Lucilla called out, gaining no response in return. She didn't even get an single glance in her direction.

"Steven." She called again, jumping off the counter to face Marc fully in attempts of gaining his attention.

She didn't move; she stood like a statue. All she wanted was answers to the questions she had from Layla's phone call but with the new questions forming from this.

"What do you remember?" Lucilla enquired, scanning Marc for any differences to how he was in the past. There were many; his posture was a lot more slumped; his hair lacked gel, falling loosely to the side of his head; he wore a British accent.

A lot could happen after not seeing someone for numerous years but this was Marc Spector and through knowing the man Lucilla could safely say that Marc Spector did not change. He doesn't change at all, no matter the subject of change.

But that still didn't answer why he kept insisting that he didn't know anything after telling the girl to stop following him and go home. Maybe it was his way of getting Lucilla to leave.

She watched as Marc stumbled across his words in attempt of answering but before anything allegeable could form, the museum lights slowly began to turn off; even the gift shop's. Each sector turned off individually, only leaving the lights highlighting the artifacts.

Lucilla was quick to scan across the dark sectors around them in a cautious manor as Marc quickly put away the stuff he was scanning. He was quick to return to silence; speaking no word to Lucilla as he began to leave.

The girl was about to make her way towards her brother as a small whimper echoed in the distance, causing both Spectors to pause in the place. Marc's gaze flickered to Lucilla (who wore the same confused face as him) before glancing at the cleaners entering the room. They were clearly unfazed by the noise, almost as if they didn't hear it.

"You allow pets in here?" Lucilla questioned, making eye contact with Marc to only receive a small shake of his head.

The siblings were quick to begin to search for the noise's origin. Marc called out random names of people that he knew, hoping it was a form of a prank, before calling out to the animal itself.

"Behind."Ptah's voice stated faintly. Lucilla quickly listened, turning around to watch the area behind her. Marc continued to walk on, still calling out to the creature as it's whimpers formed into growls.

"That's reassuring." Lucilla muttered at the change in noise. Marc's calls to the animal grew quieter as the girl began to travel in the opposite direction to him, the exact direction of which the growls grew louder. Definitely not friendly.

Lucilla was quick to soften her steps as the creature continued to grow in volume with the closer she got. The girl was quick to brush her left palm against her thigh as she walked, a small dagger forming into her hand as she did so.

After following the noise, it just stopped. Out of blue. This caused Lucilla to halt in walk and instead begin scanning her surroundings in the very dark display room. It was near impossible to see around her, making it near impossible for Lucilla to predict the creature's next move.

"Steven Grant of the Gift Shop." A voice echoed around the building through the PA system. A familiar voice which was quite similar to the man Lucilla spoke to hours before. "Give me the scarab and you won't be torn apart."

"Scarab?" The girl questioned in a tone that was above a whisper. What would a mercenary need with a scarab?

It was a lie to say that Lucilla was shocked in what Marc had gotten himself into. The man was a mercenary for many years and always got himself into trouble. There wasn't a day where he did something beneficial for anyone and there wasn't a day where he didn't have trouble chasing after him.

The girl's head quickly snapped towards a loud growl that echoed in the distance of the museum. That was enough for the girl to take of sprinting towards the noise. Her hand was tightly gripped against the small dagger.

Before Lucilla ever saw a glimpse of light, a large figure threw her against a wall with a large form. Her back slammed into the nearby wall, knocking the wind out of her lungs as well as throwing the dagger out of her hand.

The large strength pinned the girl against the wall in a position that stopped almost all movement. However it's claw slowly righted around Lucilla's body.

Lucilla's eyes flickered against the useless wooden objected on the floor, quite a few feet away, and the creature limiting her movements.

There was no mistaking the creature for anything but a Jackal. It was definitely not the cute German Shepard-like canine but it was more of the undead more deadly looking kind. It was clearly hard to miss the different when it's face was centimetres from your own.

Marc's screams echoed through the empty halls as Lucilla struggled against the Jackal's grasp. The girl continued to struggle as she manage to release her arm into the empty space beside her. It wasn't a lot however the area allowed for a sharp wooden object to form on her open hand.

Once Lucilla gained a tight grip upon the object, she slammed it down hard into the Jackal's arm. This caused the creature to pull back in pain, allowing for Lucilla to fall to the ground.

The girl didn't waste any time to take off down the corridor as the Jackal regained itself, running in hopes of reaching Marc instead of the Jackal reaching her.

As she ran, familiar fabric wrapped around her body. All in hopes of avoiding the brutal attack of a Jackal or two. The fabric wrapped around Lucilla's chest to her elbows, leaving for a small metal band to wind around them alongside bits of twigs twisted around it. The fabric travelled down to her ankles and up her neck with the occasional twist and turn of wood around a limb or two. It continued to travel until all that reach the girl's face was only twig. The wood wrapped and knotted around Lucilla's face, covering the space around her eyes.

"Leave, Lucilla." Ptah called out, his voice remained calm as he spoke after providing the girl with his gift. "He will be fine." The god wanted Lucilla to fend for herself; or that's what Lucilla convinced herself of what Ptah meant.

"I can't leave him." The girl fought back, ignoring Ptah's wishes of turning the other way. Instead, Lucilla skidded to a stop at a couple tipped over shelves.

"Trust me." Ptah called out but his voice was very faint to Lucilla. She didn't know why; she didn't care why. All Lucilla cared about was finding Marc but instead the problem increased.

I was until a Jackal cried with the accompany of a sink barging open the bathroom's door, nearly hitting Lucilla.

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