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pumpkinickel · 4 months

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A Mix-Up || Egon Spengler x reader

Summary: Gender-neutral reader mistakes Elon as Egon (they really do look alike from the back!)

Relationship: Egon Spengler x gn!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 669

Warnings: Not beta-read, but other than that none! This is just fluffy slice of life

Author's Note: This is actually a little old (early 2022). I'm currently writing for a different piece of media BUT I thought "hey, why not post this now because...why not!" I've always been kinda shy to post my writing on the internet in general but to hell with it tbh ! Cringe culture must die and I love my blorbos past, present, and future too much lol

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It was a regular, snowy day in downtown New York. Ray was in the downstairs of the firehouse, fixing whatever new problem the Ecto-1 had come up with. Janine was reading some magazine with smart shopping tips while Louis was on the phone discussing taxes, the latter having piles of paperwork on his desk. Business during the holiday season usually slowed down, and that meant getting to spend more quality time with the guys. Peter and Winston were engaging in a friendly but competitive game of pool, and Egon was nowhere in sight. He mentioned something about “bringing a surprise” to the station, baffling everyone since Egon certainly wasn’t the surprise type. You sat on the couch, head propped up by your hand, watching as Peter lined up his shot.

"I never understood this game," you said with a yawn.

Winston had a small laugh and shook his head. "It's alright, kid, neither does Pete."

"Hey!" The other man said as he thrust his cue stick, completely butchering the shot in the process. "I just don't play this game often enough, alright, Z? I got no practice,"

You and Winston share a laugh at the expense of your colleague, Peter placed his hand on his chest in feigned offense. Winston took his shot, clearly doing a better job than Peter as the other man had scowled as the ball went into the hole. As the two continue playing, the sound of familiar footsteps enters the second floor. Turning your head, you smile brightly as you finally see your boyfriend Egon. His back was turned, preoccupied with refilling the snack cabinet in the kitchen. As he rummaged through the seven eleven bag, you took the chance of slowly sneaking up behind him to give a surprise hug. The two men playing pool had paused their game to watch you, amused from the sight of seeing you crouch up behind their friend.

“Gotcha!” You yelled as you wrapped your arms around Egon’s torso and chest, placing your chin on his shoulder. Unexpectedly, he was completely frozen, unlike how he would usually turn around to return the hug. Your expression quickly morphed into one of confusion as the seconds passed and he stayed completely still.

“Anyway, Elon, I want you to meet-” You whip your head to the left to see Egon standing next to Ray, both the men having mildly concerned looks on their faces.

“...(Y/N)?” The man you were hugging spoke, his voice only slightly different from Egon’s but you could tell it wasn’t your boyfriend. Hastily taking your arms off him, you spew out apology after apology, face fully red.

“I’m so sorry! God I- I should’ve known the second you didn’t hug me back I-”

Elon waved his hand with a laugh, the other guys in the room except Egon cracking up as well. “No matter, no matter, at least I know my little brother is well loved,” Elon took the liberty of pulling you in for a hug this time, and just like Egon he was surprisingly good at giving them.

Egon’s cheeks turn a light pink color from his brother’s statement as he pulls you in for a hug and forehead kiss. Elon had headed over to the billiard table to greet the two men who ended their pool game. The mood in the room turned joyous as all the guys had not seen Elon in a while, making this occasion a real treat.

“Sorry, Eggs, he really does look a lot like you,” you whispered. He smiles before putting his lips on yours, causing your face to go red once again. Getting kissed by Egon certainly did not get old no matter how many times it happens.

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I missed you too.”

Ray called out, “Hey, lovebirds! Get over here before we finish all the pizza.”

You pull away from Egon and adjust his tie, taking his hand and walking over to the others to get a fresh slice of pizza.

#RARE ELON SPENGLER TWIN SIGHTING!!#i love my earth day special boy he's so funny to me #so far this is the only fic i've ever posted anywhere #making it my mission to actually post more of my writing in 2024 or by the end of the year!!#to hell with being shy i need to share my love of x reader fics and my blorbos #egon spengler x reader #ghostbusters x reader #egon spengler #elon spengler #ghostbusters reader insert #ghostbusters #egon spengler imagines #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

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leah-halliwell92 · 1 year

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Crossing Streams

Summary: Eleni Daniels, botanist, librarian, and demigod...too many things if you were to ask her. She'd moved to New York in the hopes of finding monotony and an opportunity to lay low for a while. Her plan goes up in smoke when a group of wayward ghost hunters and scientists uproot her life, and when a certain always serious scientist piques her interest. And vice-versa.

Prologue

Sarpedon Year XXXX

A hooded figure made its way through the wastelands on Sarpedon. She barely made a sound as they walked on the graveled surface. Gravel met smooth stone as the ominous entrance to a harmless-looking cave came to view. Trepidation was not something she felt often, and fear is not an emotion that registers with her either. She had been summoned with urgency to this very cave. The hood-covered woman had no idea who the person to summon her was. Considering where she currently stood, however, she had a pretty good idea.

With her guard up, instincts on high alert, and hand on the hilt of her blade, the woman proceeded to enter the cave. She was first met with the sleeping figures of Stheno and Euryale in a corner deeply shrouded in shadow. Walking into the cave freely was a risk, doing so at night when every shadow moves are asking for trouble. She tiptoed to the back where a smaller entrance was and walked in.

Unbeknownst to the newcomer, a blindfolded little girl, barely 6 years of age, felt her quiet footsteps as she walked.

Just as quietly, if not more so, the little girl made her way to her mother where she lay in wait for her guest.

“Mama, she’s come,” the little girl whispered, reaching her mother’s tail.

“My Eleni,” her mother’s soothing voice hissed warmly, her tail wrapping gently around her hatchling, pulling her close, “Know that above all, you are my light, my love, and my spirit. No matter where you are, I shall always be with you.”

Medusa had indeed caught sight of their…guest. And in good time too, her sisters’ would not have taken kindly to their guest had they been awake. Not that they take kindly to anyone for that matter.

Eleni’s face was fixed where her mother’s voice was coming from. She reached up and was met with the tiny hisses of her hair as they wrapped themselves around her smaller hands.

Medusa gazed at her daughter, a look of pure heartbreak on her features. She didn’t want to do this, she didn’t want to send her only child away. But she feels her time is coming to an end, and she’d rather die with the knowledge that Eleni is safe than die knowing her daughter, an innocent, will be killed for nothing.

“It’s nesting time,” Medusa said, pressing her forehead to Eleni’s.

Medusa hugged her daughter and slithered to a semi-closed-off area that had a heavily cushioned area and blankets in one corner and a stone oven for warmth.

“Sleep my lovely one,” Medusa urged gently, tucking Eleni under the blanket.

“I love you, mama,” Eleni whispered, falling asleep.

Medusa gently pulled away the blindfold off and just stared at her. Eleni looked as she did before she was cursed. Brown hair, golden highlights, fair skin, and the most tender heart she’d ever met. Much too tender yet for what was to come. This done, Medusa slithered quietly out of her child’s alcove to the main cave that made up their home. She found the hooded figure walking around, on surprisingly light feet, her stance on guard and shield aloft using it as a mirror.

‘Clever girl,’ Medusa thought, an impressed smirk on her face.

“I thought you would not come,” Medusa said, voice resonating through the cavern, her tone neutral and non-violent.

“I summoned,” the hooded woman said, voice guarded and gaze averted, “Do you not believe I would not come to someone who needs my aid?”

“No,” Medusa softly replied, “I feared you’d not come when you realized who it was that summoned you.”

The woman’s stance neutralized some, yet Medusa could clearly see she was very much still on the defensive.

“Why did you?” Came the curious query.

Medusa sighed looking in the direction of her daughter’s alcove, showing a momentary moment of vulnerability… and weakness. Which would have proven fatal were it not for the hooded woman’s careful conclusions on what she was observing.

“My…daughter,” said Medusa, voice tender and a quiet resignation in her eyes, “I need you to take her from this place.”

“Medusa!?” Gasped the woman, astounded.

“Adanna,” Medusa firmly snapped, snakes hissing in warning, “My time is limited, and I will not have my daughter killed for being just that. She may not have been born of the best…means, but she is mine and I adore her with my entire being. You know as well as I that I can and will protect my child to my dying breath. I care not what happens to me, my lady. However, no child mine nor any other’s deserves to see or hear their mother. She also does not deserve to be hunted and killed for being my offspring.”

Adanna looked at Medusa through her shield, astonishment clear on her normally neutral features. She saw the passion on the Gorgon’s face, the devotion she holds for her daughter’s safety. Adanna could also see desperation under the passionate front. Because she knew, she knew Medusa was right, some hero would kill the child all because of her association with her mother.

Through their conversation, Eleni had woken up to her mother’s elevated tone. Sensing her unease, Eleni made her way out of her room, placing her blindfold firmly on and hid behind a boulder looking on as her mother the stranger spoke.

“You must take her… I am begging you please,” Eleni heard her mother, fear, and sadness dripping from each word.

“Why?” Asked the soft voice of a woman. The question was not maliciously asked, but curious, “Why do you want me to take her?”

Her mother gave a sad and utterly destroyed sigh, “Because you know what it’s like to be the child of a God and be treated like nothing despite you yourself being an innocent.”

Adanna gasped, her eyes wide as Medusa’s implications became clear.

“I know all about you Adanna of Egypt, adopted daughter of Anubis,” said Medusa silkily, knowingly, yet not unkindly, “The daughter of Hades and an Amazon.”

“He is nothing of mine,” Adanna growled.

“That is the fire I want my child raised in!” Medusa excitedly exclaimed, “She’s already been exposed to my unique ability. She is strong Adanna, stronger than even I could possibly imagine.”

Adanna looked at Medusa through her shield, face in clear view of the women each imparting on the other meaning through one last silent conversation. Finally, Adanna relented with a nod.

“She’s behind a bolder,” said Adanna, her stance relaxing fully as Medusa turned to find her daughter right where the amazon said she was.

“Eleni,” Medusa gently called.

The seven-year-old walked to her mother, hands balled into tight fists at her side.

“I will not go,” the child stated.

“You must my child,” Medusa replied, eyes glistening as tears gathered, “For your protection, you must. Adanna, you remember the stories yes? Adanna will show you things I cannot.”

“I can fight mama! I can protect you too!” The child shrieked, the little composure she had falling as the reality of her departure came to fruition.

“It is not about you protecting me or not my little snakeling,” Medusa said gently, her tail wrapping around her daughter to carry her to her arms.

Eleni felt her mother’s arms around her and immediately wound her little arms around her neck.

“I don’t want to go,” the little girl whimpered.

“And I don’t want to send you away,” Medusa said, gently but no less bluntly, pulling back to look at Eleni, “Remember what we talked about?”

“The bad men?” Eleni queried, her blindfold wet from tears, “They are bad men out there looking for you and your sisters. To…to kill you.”

“That is correct,” Medusa confirmed, “Not all of them are bad my love. Men at times must kill to provide and protect. Does that mean that they are all bad? No.”

Eleni’s bottom lip trembled, whimpers leaving her as she lunged to hold her mother tight once more.

“You need you to live,” Medusa stated, “I need you to lead a full and happy life. Do not let anyone tell you you cannot do anything. You are equal to, if not better than they are, and can do things they can just as well.”

Adanna looked on, thinking of her own mother and stepfather. How they both raised her to be the best she could be, no matter her gender, race, or anyone’s thoughts. She found herself with a newfound respect for Medusa, and a newfound coldness towards Athena.

“I’ll give you some time,” the amazon said, leaving them to have their moment.

“No,” Medusa called, sadness in her voice, “To prolong our farewell is to torture both of us. I will gather her belongings.”

With this said, Medusa went to Eleni’s room, child in her arms to pack.

The little girl did not have much in belongings per se. She had a few dresses and sandals she wore on the daily along with a few scrolls and simple toys. Medusa packed the clothing and shoes, the scroll she’d read to her, and a coronet that belonged to her when she was human.

Eleni for her part was silent throughout the ordeal, her hold on her mother tight as she packed.

“Will she love me as you do?” Eleni quietly asked.

Medusa stopped as she slithered out, a thoughtful hum leaving her before she spoke, “I think she will. Adanna is not one to not keep her promises, she’s different my little one.”

“Like me?” Eleni asked curiously.

“Yes,” Medusa smiled, “Like you.”

Adanna knelt to the child’s height as she saw them approach and said, “Though Medusa shall forever be your mother, you have my word and most solemn vow, that I will treat and raise you as my own.”

Medusa’s eyes watered as she nodded her thanks, and placed Eleni on her feet before the Amazon.

“Close your eyes,” Medusa ordered.

Adanna did as was commanded and waited. She held her ground as the feeling of a scaled hand met her upper arm under her cloak. The gesture was appreciated knowing this was without a doubt the hardest thing any mother could do for their child. The hand ran down to her wrist where Adanna felt Medusa raise it about halfway. What she had not expected was the small hand that met her own.

Eleni’s small hand trembled as she met the other woman’s, nerves clear a she was introduced to the unknown. The little girl expected this to be it, for this to be the introduction and have it be done.

“May I hug you?” Adanna asked tenderly, surprising the little girl.

Eleni nodded hesitantly at first, taking small steps forward.

Adanna took great care when she embraced Eleni for the first time. She half expected her to pull away back to her mother. But was surprised by the sheer strength of this tiny person a she held onto her for dear life.

“Do you know what your mother looks like?” Adanna asked carefully.

Eleni nodded from her place on Adanna’s shoulder.

Medusa’s eyes widened at the implication the Amazon was making and nodded reluctantly.

“I believe every mother deserves to see their child’s eyes,” Adanna stated, a gentle smile on her face, “You are no exception.”

Adanna gently pulled away from the little girl and gently took off her blindfold.

Eleni blinked, her eyes adjusting to the usual low light of the cave. Her eyes settled on Adanna who smiled gently at her.

“You are so pretty!” Eleni exclaimed, eyes wide.

Medusa looked on satisfied, that her gut feeling came to fruition, and that her daughter would be in the best of hands.

“Look at the shield little one,” Adanna said tenderly nodding to the shield behind the child.

Eleni did as told, fighting the urge to fully turn and face her mother.

Medusa gasped, hands went to cover her mouth as her eyes met Eleni’s for the first time.

“You look just like your mother,” Adanna said, pleased, her father would not be easily identifiable from her looks in years to come.

Medusa stared now crying in earnest. Her daughter is a stark reminder of what she looked like when she was a mere human priestess, and she couldn’t be more grateful. Her daughter would be a woman of both strength and beauty, she would represent something great… She can feel it in her scales.

“Thank you, my lady,” said a grateful Medusa, bowing in gratitude to have seen her child. It would be enough to carry her for as long as she had.

Adanna stood from her kneeling position and bowed in respect. She took Eleni’s hand in one of hers and accepted the pack given to her by Medusa. She noticed a necklace with an amulet around it, looked at Medusa, and nodded in understanding. Memories are precious, and if there was anything to pass down that would be as close to it as the Gorgon would get.

The pair left, Eleni's chin in the air as she tried to be strong.

Medusa watched as the pair walked out of her home a sad look on her face as tears kept falling from her eyes.

“Good luck my Eleni …”

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