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anonymousewrites · 3 days

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, Steven, and Layla bind Ammit and end the battle against her.

Marc blinked and looked down. In one hand, he held Harrow’s staff, the sharpened end pressed to his blood forehead. Harrow was unconscious, helpless. Fires burned around them. Disciples’ bodies littered the ground. He stood and stared at Harrow in shocked horror.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?” asked Marc slowly. He had no idea what had happened in the last few minutes.

Steven switched in and shook his head. “Not a chance, mate,” he breathed, looking around at the bloody battlefield.

“Marc?” asked Layla, finally getting a chance to free herself.

Marc shook his head as he stared at the bodies. However, all thoughts of what he or Steven did—for who else could have?—flew from his mind as he saw (Y/N) lying motionless on the ground.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, running towards them.

Layla didn’t bother to ask what had happened, also worried for the unmoving teenager. She knelt beside them, and her heartbeat quickened as (Y/N) didn’t stir.

“(Y/N)?” said Marc, lifting them up in his arms. “Hey, come on, kid. Open your eyes.” He cupped their face, shaking them gently. “Come on. Come on. You’re alright.” His heart clenched painfully. “(Y/N). (Y/N).”

From the reflection of a blade nearby, Steven spoke with equal panicked worry. “(Y/N)! Wake up! Wake up!”

“Come on, (Y/N). Just open your eyes,” said Layla.

All three adults stared at the teenager, pure panic in their hearts. They couldn’t lose (Y/N). They couldn’t. If they died, they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves. Layla couldn’t lose another person she cared for. Steven couldn’t lose the teenager that he saw so much of himself in. Marc couldn’t let another child with so much heart and soul die because he hadn’t protected them.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened slowly. “…Wh…Wha…” They whimpered as the remnants of Harrow’s power danced through their nerves.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to speak,” said Layla, smiling in relief.

“You’re alright.” Marc held them close. “You’re alright.”

“We’ve got ya!” said Steven, beaming in relief.

“…Harrow?” groaned (Y/N) softly.

“He’s down,” said Layla.

“Am…Ammit?”

Marc and Steven exchanged a worried glance. Ammit was still fighting Khonshu and Ma’at.

“She’s still fighting,” said Steven.

“We need to bind Ammit,” said Layla. “That’s what Taweret said.”

“I…I know the…rites,” said (Y/N), fighting to lean Marc. “Ma’at…I’m her…Avatar.” He carefully guided them.

“Alright,” said Marc, though he was still concerned about their health. “We’ll get you to the pyramid.”

“I’ll bring Harrow,” said Layla.

Standing, Marc picked up (Y/N). They were still recovering, after all. Yes, with the suit they could heal more quickly, but he wasn’t letting them strain themself. Layla grabbed Harrow’s leg and dragged him behind her.

Together, the group rushed to the Great Pyramid and through the rubble to the chamber within. Marc gently put (Y/N) down but kept them standing upright while Layla tossed Harrow onto a fallen stone slab.

“The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body,” said Layla. “(Y/N)?”

“I know the spell,” said (Y/N), nodding. They reached out to Layla and Marc. “Take my hands. I don’t—I don’t have enough energy on my own.”

Layla and Marc took each of their outstretched hands. They hesitated, but their remaining hands intertwined. (Y/N) lifted their head, and Ma’at’s signature azure glow swirled into their eyes. Ancient Egyptian spilled from them, and blue magic twined out from them, extending through Layla and Marc until they were a circle of power.

The energy spread out from them and connected to the statues of the gods in the chamber, illuminating each with azure light. The magic swelled, and Layla and Marc felt the knowledge enter their mind. Their own chanting added to the power as the spirits of the untethered gods. Having lost their Avatars, they clung to this circle of power to strengthen the magic of the three Avatars standing strong together.

Harrow let out a gasp and stirred as the magic swarmed around him and began to affect his connection to Ammit.

A similar circle of light twined around Ammit outside of the pyramid as she yelled and snarled against Khonshu and Ma’at.

“We could’ve made this our paradise!” said Ammit.

“It’s too late, Ammit,” said Ma’at. “You have lost our friendship.”

“And you will be destroyed,” said Khonshu.

Ammit snarled, but the magic circle was too strong, and parts of her began to turn to sand, swirling downwards. She roared in fury, but she was pulled back into the magic and dissolved into it. Purple light joined azure, and it flew downwards into Harrow’s chest as he gasped.

He let out a pained breath as the magic and essence of Ammit sealed with him. His eyes turned on (Y/N), Marc, and Layla.

“You can never contain me,” said Ammit through Harrow. “I’ll never stop.” Then, Harrow’s head fell to the side in exhaustion, and he stared at the chamber blankly.

(Y/N)’s spell ended, and the magic and light faded. They let go of Marc and Layla’s hands and glanced at them apprehensively.

“Finish it.” Khonshu appeared in the chamber and loomed over Marc. “Leave neither of them alive.”

Marc stepped onto the slab of stone, casting a shadow over Harrow’s limp, beaten body. He took out a dagger.

“Marc?” said Layla, gazing at him.

“Act, Avatar of Khonshu,” said Ma’at, sorrowful that her former friend and companion had to meet such an end. “While he lives, so does she.”

(Y/N) shifted uneasily. They knew Harrow had done terrible things. They wanted him beaten, gone. But killing him like this, when he was down, mind destroyed? It felt like what he had done. If he was still fighting, if Harrow still had his magic and strength and power, (Y/N) would understand. Now…

“I have to finish this,” murmured Marc, gritting his teeth. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

“Marc,” said (Y/N), and he looked at them. They swallowed. “We have a choice. We beat Harrow. We beat Ammit. We served our purpose.”

Marc hesitated.

“The choice is vengeance,” said Khonshu. “We cannot take a chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

Marc looked up at Khonshu, and the deity stared back coldly. Marc threw his dagger to the side, and it embedded in a rock.

“You want them dead. Do it yourself,” he said firmly. (Y/N) smiled. “Now. Release us.”

Khonshu was silent, but he had no other choice. He had made a deal with Marc and Steven. “As you wish.” He disappeared in a swirl of wind and sand.

Marc exhaled, and his eyes rolled back into his head. The bandages and cloth of his outfit retracted until he wore his regular clothes once more. In a burst of silver light, Marc was released from his Avatarhood.

“How do you feel?” said Layla, smiling.

“I…feel new,” said Marc. He was free. No more being an Avatar. No more fighting. He could just…exist.

Steven switched in. “I like this!” He grinned. “We did it!”

“We did,” agreed (Y/N).

“(Y/N).” Ma’at spoke, and (Y/N) turned towards her.

“Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted and glanced at Layla and Marc. “Can I…Can I have a moment to speak to her? Alone?”

“Are you going to be alright?” said Layla, furrowing her brow.

“Don’t let any of the gods push you around,” said Steven quickly.

“I’m fine. I just need to talk to her,” said (Y/N) calmly.

“Alright. We’ll give you a moment,” said Layla.

Layla and Steven walked out of the pyramid, and (Y/N) turned to face Ma’at.

“You became my Avatar again to defeat Ammit,” said Ma’at. She had noticed the wording. “You wish for our connection to be dissolved.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I speak the truth, you know that.” They looked up at the goddess they had been with for seven years. “I’m ready for a chance to…be me. Not an Avatar. Not a guardian. Just me.”

Ma’at smiled. “Then I will honor your decision.”

“Really?” said (Y/N), blinking. They hadn’t anticipated Ma’at so easily allowing them to leave, to sever their connection as deity and Avatar.

“Yes.” Ma’at’s body swirled in azure light, and she shrunk into the form of a tall woman. She smiled at (Y/N). “You have been an incredible Avatar. The truth comes naturally to you. You see things as they are.” She reached out and touched (Y/N)’s hand. “But the gods were right. Despite your strength, you are young.” Ma’at smiled. “It wouldn’t be right of the goddess of justice to not allow you freedom now after doing so much.”

“Thank you,” said (Y/N), gazing back at Ma’at.

“I have pushed you so far,” said Ma’at. “I hope you may forgive me for my wrongs.” (Y/N) opened their mouth to respond, but Ma’at raised a hand. “No. You have no need to respond. It is I who must be just to you now.” She straightened and looked at (Y/N). “You have honored my ways as an Avatar. I wish to honor that. How may I thank you?”

“What?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

“Allow me to gift you something that may help you live freely,” said Ma’at.

“I…” (Y/N) knew their answer and met Ma’at’s gaze. “I want to hear the truth.”

“You wish to not just hear the language you grew with or the friend who controls the body,” said Ma’at knowingly.

(Y/N) nodded. They liked understanding people. And they liked hearing Marc or Steven when they weren’t fronting. They didn’t want to lose that connection to them.

“Very well.” Ma’at leaned in and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead.

A cool blue light washed over them, and their suit disappeared as their connection to Ma’at was severed. However, the scales tattoo given by Ammit’s judgement illuminated azure. It morphed into a feather, and when (Y/N) touched it gently, they felt a slight buzz of magic. Ma’at’s gift remained engrained within them.

“Know my offer to you will always stand, my dear Guardian of Truth,” said Ma’at quietly. “And may the truth serve you well.”

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siriuslyobsessedwithfiction · 16 days

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Nina Zenik is a whole another level of iconic. She read dark romances and said "I'll do enemies to lovers" and actually pulled it off.

#six of crows #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #enemies to lovers #found family trope #writing tropes

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sandypelo · 1 year

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one piece made me realize how good the found family trope is,,there r so many found families in op that ican’t even fit them all if i wanted to.liek the way one piece masters the concept of “you can find your family anywhere”. if u love the found family trope and havent watched one piece literaly what are u doing

one piece shows that you can still find your family even when you lose yours,, you arent forced to consider biological family your real family.sanji abandoning his terrible abusive biological family and finding zeff, and later joining the straw hats,, robin watching her mother and her community dying in front of her, having sauls parting words be that she will one day find friends who truly care about her,,years later meeting the straw hats, who literally declared war on the world to save her and would do it again,, law also saw his family and community die before his eyes and became consumed with hate ,,doflamingo found him and spent 3 years manipulating him and trying to mold him into a monster ,which then corazon takes law after hearing that law carries the will of d,,law and cora grow a bond , cora doing anything to save the terminally ill boy and protecting him from the hands of doflamingo,,when cora dies, law is determined to avenge his death, and he commemorates him through every single thing he does,, law learns that there was never a reason corazon loved him,and that you cant stick a reason to why somebody loves you

found family in one piece is important cuz it shows that a family can be anything. theres no such thing as to what a family is supposed to look like,, it represents many of the reasons why found family comes to be. loss, abuse, bonds,,your family is just people that genuinely respect and care about you

the lesson here is that the found family trope solos and one piece is goated

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my--moon · 3 months

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❝ Traitor ❞

Pairing; Luke Castellan X Fem!Reader (Daughter of Aphrodite) Warning; Angst, betrayal, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, injuries and curse words A/N; I see too many fanfics where when Luke betrays (y/n) she cries (which is completely understandable) But I need more rage and tears, so :) Tags; @riordanness

He was perfect.

He was sweet, kind, protective and loyal.

Luke was the perfect lover. (Y/N) had never felt happier, though something about him made her younger sister, Clara, uncomfortable.

Clara and (Y/N) were inseparable, always together. The big sister and the little sister. The young and the old.

Ever since Clara showed up at Camp, (Y/N) was there for her.

Sniffling and sobbing was heard behind the Aphrodite cabin—(Y/N) just so happened to hear it. The daughter of love slinked and looked around the corner to see a crying girl. Only about 12.

“Hey...” (Y/N) whispered with a sweet voice. She leaned against the wall and slid down to sit next to the young girl. “What's wrong, honey?”

“Don't call me that..” The girl said with a cracked voice. “Only my dad calls me that! And I can never see him again because I'm in this horrible place!”

“Hey hey,” The daughter of love paused. “It's not that bad.. There's plenty of things to do—and there's monsters trying to kill you... Okay, it's bad...”

(Y/N) stayed silent after her words didn't seem to help the poor girl. So she asked a question; “Do you know your godly parent yet?”

The tearful girl nodded as she sniffled. “Yea... It's.. It's Aphrodite..”

“Then that makes us sisters.” (Y/N) added to her sentence. “Aphrodite's my mother as well.” The young girl looked up, her eyes misty from the tears.

“Really?”

(Y/N) nodded. A soft smile creeping into her complexion—she had Aphrodite's eyes and lips. Her hair texture was from her father though.

“You're very pretty..” The girl sniffed, (Y/N) giggled and smiled at the compliment.

“Thank you! So are you!” The smile plastered on her face only widened.

The sniffling coming from the girl had dimished. She wiped her tears out of the way before looking back at her so-called sister.

“I'm Clara. Clara Baileys.”

“Lovely name, Clara. I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).”

As the years flew by them, the two sisters had bonded—Clara saw (Y/N) as a true sister. One that protected her and cared for her without a need for reciprocating.

That's why when Luke came into the picture—Clara didn't trust him. She had no proof of this gut feeling, but he just felt off...

But he made (Y/N) happy, right? That's all that mattered... Right?

(Y/N) was happy, she was smiling so much. Clara couldn't take that away from her. Seeing her sister swoon and ramble over how sweet he was with her was endearing to see.

The way he'd kiss her forehead before training, the way he'd treat the Aphrodite kids with extra respect since they were related to (Y/N), even forced the Stoll brothers not to prank the Aphrodite cabin.

He's a good guy, right? Clara thought to herself. Soon her thoughts were interrupted by cheers, Luke had won another spar. So people were praising him.

(Y/N) was right next to him with the biggest smile on her pretty face. Holding onto his shoulder with a loving look in her eyes. It made Clara scoff.

Sometimes she's an idiot... He's weird.. The thoughts that lingered in her mind were broken by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Clara, right?”

The child of Aphrodite snapped her head in the direction of the voice. It was Luke Castellan. With his toned physique and dark curls.

“..Yea?” Clara answered, cocking an eyebrow. She noticed it was retty late, the sun was just setting—she was probably missing dinner, but she wasn't very hungry anyway.

“Care to walk with me?” He asked, his voice as smooth as butter. That same gut feeling Clara always got when she was around him returned.

“Umm..” Clara stuttered before glancing around. “Shouldn't you be in the Dining Pavilion?” She asked. “Or with (Y/N)..?”

“Not hungry. And (Y/N)'s busy with her meal.” Like answered, offering a hand to her. “C'mon. Just follow me.”

Clara reluctantly agreed, standing up and following him close behind.

The sunset was beautiful. The gradation from navy to pinks was gorgeous and stunning in a way no god or goddess could compare.

The stars started to appear, small twinkling lights in the dark night. The moon rose up and shone it's ethereal glimmer

The path they took was... spooky. The trees were large and wide, the branches loomed over the pair like hands ready to grab them at any given time.

Luke was silent, and it made Clara uneasy. What was going to happen? Does anyone know about this? Does (Y/N) know about this?

“Clara,” Luke started, not facing her as they stopped at a secluded area of the trees. “You trust me. Right?”

A million thoughts came rushing through her brain. She wanted to say 'no'. But that could be bad... She could charmspeak him into taking her back? No... (Y/N) would get mad.

“...” Clara stayed silent.

“You do trust me, right Clara?” Luke repeated, now fully stopping in the middle of the area, but still not facing her.

Clara gulped. “Where's this conversation going?” She stuttered out, slightly backing away from his reach.

“Just answer me. C'mon, (Y/N) would answer me.” Luke said, adding on (Y/N)'s name—he's said her name before; but he said it like a slur this time.

What does he want?

“..Not really..” Clara said, gripping onto her camp necklace; with 3 beads, one purple, one red and a yellow one as well.

Luke let out a low noise, Clara couldn't tell if it was a hiss or a laugh. “But your okay with me dating your sister, right?” He asked.

“I guess... It makes her happy..”

“Mhm.” Luke hummed.

“Luke.” Clara asked. “Why'd you bring me here?”

“I have to send a message, of course.” Luke replied, finally turning slightly to face her. “And your the easy target. Weak yet well known. You'll get attention.”

Clara's gut feeling was right—he was dangerous. And if the moon light struck on his features right at that moment, Clara would notice a sharp blade in his hand, Backbiter.

Clara started to back up, still holding onto her necklace, silently begging for help as he walked forward towards her.

“Sorry, Clara. But I need to do this.”

He raised up his blade; ready to strike down the daughter of love, before she heard rustling from the bushes and footsteps running.

SLASH!

The clunk of metal was loud, the sound of a blade falling signified Luke was disarmed. Clara opened her eyes—spotting the familiar strong figure of (Y/N) in front of her.

Backbiter was on the ground, (Y/N) held a protective stance in front of her sister, holding her own blade; which she referred to as “Celosia” (English derivation of ‘Burning’ or ‘Burned’ in Greek, which is kelos)

“Touch her again and I'll cut off your hand!” (Y/N) hissed, holding her balde tightly as she threatened Luke with it. Luke held up his hands in defence.

(Y/N) glanced back at Clara. “Oh praise Mother Rhea, are you alright?!” She said with wide eyes and a panicked expression. The pure concern for Clara was obvious.

(Y/N) held her sister's cheeks with her palms as she checked for any traces of harm on her. “I'm okay..” Clara managed to spit out.

You wouldn't believe the sigh of relief that escaped her lips when she heard her sister's words. “Good.. good.. Now run off and tell the others, tell Chiron. Tell them all..” She whispered as she sent Clara off.

Clara frantically nodded and ran as fast as he legs could take her, dashing past trees and hurdling over rocks.

(Y/N) the slowly turned her head towards back to Luke. A icy cold expression dawned on her face, her eyes showing no sign of love or compassion towards him like she did a few hours ago.

“What. The. FUCK. WAS THAT, LUKE?!”

(Y/N) screamed at him. She was seeing pure red, she looked like she wanted to gut and strangle Luke for laying a finger on her sister, Clara.

The brunet backed up—he had no weapon since Backbiter was laid limp behind her ankle. “Babe! Hi, umm...”

“Don't fucking call me 'babe', you lying, traitorous embarrassment!” (Y/N) hissed at him, her pupils dilating to near atom size.

“(Y/N), you need to hear me out—” Luke tried to excuse his behaviour with words—but could you really explain to your lover why you tried to murder their younger sibling?

According to (Y/N). The answer is; “I'm not going to fucking hear you out! You lied to me! You said you loved me! What kind of a boyfriend would kill their girlfriend's sister?!”

Luke really had no excuse. But he could come clean. “I had to, (Y/N). I had to send a message.”

“To who?!” (Y/N) yelled at him, hrr words growing bitter. Her eyes were misty, she wanted to sob, cry and beg him to tell her it wasn't true.

But she knew he would be lying then.

“You didn't really think I was loyal to the gods, did you? They abandoned us, (Y/N). When was the last time you talked with your mother?” Luke asked rhetorically.

“I don't fuckin' care about my mother right now, I care about why you tried to fucking hurt my sister!” (Y/N) snapped, her brows furrowed at his words.

“The Gods left us to die. Kronos wan—” Luke tried to start before getting cut off by his soon-to-be ex girlfriend.

“Kronos? Kronos?!” She screamed at him. “You've betrayed the camp, your family, the gods! You betrayed me, Luke!”

Luke averted his gaze away as she screamed and yelled at him. Threatening to kill him if he came back to camp. “Get out of here, Luke. before I run Celosia right into your heart.”

Luke's eyes widened at her threat, he would've killed her if she was someone else. “No, I can't leave you.”

“Then you'll die by my blade.”

As (Y/N) said this, she charged forward and attempted to slash at his ribcage. If Luke hadn't moved in time, he would've been in lots of pain.

Luke dodged the blade, falling forward and grabbing his own sword, Backbiter, off the ground. He raised it up and striked down at (Y/N)'s cheek as she was vulnerable from behind.

A gasp was heard, then a scream.

Pearls of blood dripped from her jaw, a gash on her jawline was now present. (Y/N)'s hand insictively went to her cheek, her hand now dyed crimson as the liquid leaked.

A scene flashed before Luke's eyes. Reminding him of this position he once was in—when he got his scar.

Luke couldn't show weakness. No no no, someone would take advantage of that. He simply looked down coldly at her. “The Golden Age is upon us, (Y/N). If only you could be apart of it...”

And with that—Luke Castellan disappeared into the night.

(Y/N) layed there, tears streaming down her cheeks as the blood leaked down her neck and slipped into her mouth. Sobbing over her lover's betrayal.

She heard footsteps. And the two familiar voices calling her name.

“(Y/N)?” That was Clara. Her younger sister.

“(Y/N)!” That was Silena. Her older sister by a few months.

(Y/N) called back with a cracked voice. “Here..!” She replied to their yells. The two ran over to their sister, Silena slid to her knees, holding (Y/N)'s bloody cheek with a worried expression.

“Clara told us everything..” Silena answered (Y/N) confused expression, how she wondered why them came. “Where's Luke?” She asked.

Another soft sob escaped from (Y/N). “He's... Luke has betrayed camp.. We're no longer safe here! He knows how camp works! He'll tell them all!”

Silena's eyes widened at her words. Clara nodded her head, before speaking; “Chiron's coming over.. He'll heal up that gash as best he can... Are..Are you okay?”

(Y/N) sniffed, before Silena wiped her tears out of her face, moving her hair away from her complexion. “Oh poor honey..” Silena hummed.

(Y/N) looked back at the ravenette, before bursting into tears. Sobbing into Silena's CHB shirt, making her orange shoulder red with her old blood.

“I hate him... I hate him, I swear!” (Y/N) spoke, but her words came out muffled and crokey from crying. “I want to go home..”

Silena nodded, helping (Y/N) up as Clara held her sister's hand tightly. “Thank you..” She whispered to (Y/N).

(Y/N) nodded at Clara before the Aphrodite trio walked back to camp, (Y/N) looking like a hot mess. A gash on her jaw (that'll will only heal into a scar), messy hair, and ruined mascara running down her face.

“I hate him..”

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jeena-says-hi · 10 months

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NEW FOUND FAMILY MOVIE

#I CANT WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE #IT LOOKS AMAZING #I LOVED THE COMIC #nimona #Netflix #funny #meme #funny meme #found family #found family trope #my fave trope #Netflix nimona

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liv-uwo · 4 months

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My sad gay ass when I see a found family story

#meme #found family #found family fic #found family trope #dadvid #dadrius #Glamrock freddy and Gregory #I have a good relationship with my family ok #it’s just that found family brings me LIFE

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cevtoons · 1 year

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Family.

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youwouldneverbreakthechain · 1 year

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I don't like the Found Family trope.

There, did I get your attention? It's true, but the question is, why is Guardians of the Galaxy still one of my favorite stories in any medium ever?

Something really clicked for me with the ending of Vol. 3 (spoilers ahead, natch). The team broke up and that kind of development is usually heartbreaking, because we love the team, they love each other, now that they've found each other why should they ever part ways?

The answer is that they're a family, and that's what families do. Growing up means leaving the parents who raised you and finding a path of your own, maybe to someday continue the cycle with kids of your own, but never losing what you got from your first family. Those people, who you can't choose, will always be a part of you.

Each of the Guardians, aside from Drax, had their childhoods interrupted by traumatic events. They didn't get to finish growing up naturally, and that loss hounded them all their lives. When they found each other they began to heal, but here's what I didn't realize until the end of the trilogy: the family that they found with each other wasn't the kind that you make when you grow up. It's the kind that you grow out of.

From the beginning, Peter has shown signs of "Peter Pan Syndrome," acting like a little boy even though he's highly skilled, courageous, and compassionate. His maturity gradually began to show through, but one quirk that kept coming up was his refusal to return to Earth. No good reason for it except that he couldn't bear the reminder of his mother and he was ashamed to face his grandfather. He can handle it now because his life with the Guardians gave him the stability he needed to become a true adult.

Gamora's new incarnation doesn't need the Guardians because she found the Ravagers instead. We don't know much about them but I expect that what they did for Yondu, they'll do for her too. In the meantime, Nebula's had a few good years of being loved and now she can follow the footsteps of the Gamora who was lost, aside from falling for Peter, because that's unlikely to ever work again.

Groot's been the most fortunate, not having his youth cut short or taking any serious trauma since he sprouted. Eventually he may want to strike out on his own, but until then it's good that he can stick with Rocket.

Mantis seemed more aware than anyone of their internal struggles, including her own. Which is appropriate, her being an empath and all. She really made the boldest possible move, going it alone, and I'm proud of her. Hoping she'll make an appearance in The Marvels or something else before reuniting with Peter and/or the Guardians.

Drax is a special case and the one who I thought was most likely to die, since it seemed like his arc was all wrapped up: he had his childhood before we met him and it was his adulthood that was ripped away from him. Revenge was his entire deal and Ronan and Thanos are dead now, so what's left for Drax? Well, it turns out revenge doesn't have to be his entire deal and now I'm embarrassed I ever thought otherwise.

Rocket...oh, Rocket. We always knew that he was something other than what nature had intended, and that was on top of the nonstop physical and emotional abuse, but now it turns out he already lost the only three people who put anything good into his sad little life. Since there was nothing to salvage from his upbringing, he was the one who needed the Guardians the most, so he's the only founding member to stay. But no mistake, it matters that he's staying as the leader. He's not alone, but he's not under anyone's control, either. He knows who is now and he knows his worth.

The "don't call me a raccoon" running joke always bothered me a little but I never dreamed it would have a payoff like it did in Vol. 3. Rocket claiming his full name is much more than a nod to his comic origins. It's his understanding of where he began and the injustice that was done to him, his acceptance that he wasn't at fault for the deaths of his first companions and that he does deserve to be loved by the Guardians.

That's the foundation that lets everyone part ways without having to ask each other if this means their relationships are over. As far as I've seen, no other found family in fiction has reached this point - the team is generally the endgame, and if someone leaves, things will never be the same again.

In a real family, a good one, when someone leaves we celebrate. Congratulations on your first apartment. Good luck at college. Blessings on your union. Just remember, you can always come home again. Our arms are open for you.

#guardians of the galaxy vol. 3 #gotg vol. 3 #gotg vol 3 spoilers #peter quill #gamora #drax the destroyer #nebula #mantis #groot #rocket raccoon #found family trope #guardians of the galaxy

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shadowpuppetteer · 4 months

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Shout out to the Human Characters Who Have to Wrangle Their Monster Buddies Archetype:

And a shoutout to the Non/Sorta Humans Who Wrangle A Bunch of Human Buddies Together Archetype:

And a big shoutout to A Band of Weirdos Wrangled Together for Some or No Good Reason, Aka Found Family Trope!!:

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kayessbeebeebeee · 7 months

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Hey, would you guys do me a favor and recommend your favourite Severitus fic but as found family trope on not bio dad Snape? Complete or Incomplete, it's all fine.

#Especially the ones where Sev meets Harry as a toddler #Severus Snape #Harry Potter #Severitus #Found Family Trope #Snapedom #Snape fic rec #Snape fics #professor snape #Dad Snape #Ao3

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anonymousewrites · 2 days

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: In a New Chapter

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, and Steven experience a new type of life.

Mouse Note: Thank you so much for reading Burden of Truth (Book 1)! I had so much fun sharing with everyone. Really, I loved writing this. I hope that more Moon Knight content comes out soon because I already miss these guys so much. But, for now, I must say goodbye. I have more content in other series coming, and I have other Father Figure stories, so, please, take a look if you liked this story! Until next time

(Y/N) stepped out of the Great Pyramid. Their mind was their own. Their choices were their own. Their purpose was their own.

The warmth of the rising sun greeted them as they stepped out, and (Y/N) took a deep breath. Fresh, free air greeted their lungs. For a moment, they just stood there, existing. That’s all they wanted to do, forever.

“Hey. You alright, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) opened their eyes and looked at Layla. They grinned. “I’m great.”

“You’re not an Avatar anymore, are you?” said Marc.

(Y/N) shook their head. “No. Ma’at gave me a gift in thanks, and then she let me go.”

“Nicer than Khonshu,” muttered Marc.

Steven switched in. “What are you going to do now?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You’re not going to just…wander off alone, are you?” asked Steven worriedly.

“…I don’t know what else to do,” said (Y/N).

Layla scoffed. “No way are we letting you go off alone. You’re what, seventeen? No.”

“What else do I do?” asked (Y/N).

“Come back to London with me! And Marc!” said Steven instantly.

(Y/N) blinked, and their heart warmed. “What?”

“Layla is…going to be off doing Layla things, but we’re…we’re going to try to figure things out, Marc and I, between us. So we’re going back to London, to my flat,” said Steven, smiling.

“I—You want me to?” whispered (Y/N) as if the spell of being wanted, belonging, would break if they spoke too loudly, no matter how honest Steven’s words were.

Layla rolled her eyes. (Y/N) was apparently oblivious to how much Steven and Marc had become attached to them. “Of course they do.”

“Come home with us,” said Steven.

“Really?” They knew it was the truth, but it felt too impossible to accept. (Y/N) felt tears collect in their eyes, and their heart swelled with so much warmth it felt like they would burst.

“We’re not leaving you alone, kid,” said Marc, switching to front. He pulled (Y/N) in and hugged them.

(Y/N) let out a happy sob and grinned. They hugged back.

A few months later…

(Y/N)’s eyes opened as sunlight warmed their skin. Rolling over, they looked out the window at the bustle of London below. They smiled.

“Heya, are you awake, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sat up as Steven poked his head into the room. “I’m up.”

“Oh, good, I’m making pancakes. Want some?” said Steven.

(Y/N) smiled. “Sure.”

Steven grinned and nodded, leaving the room.

(Y/N) got out of bed and changed into their day clothes. Pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, they looked in the mirror. They didn’t need to be prepared for thievery or fighting. They could just…be.

Walking out of their room, (Y/N) walked to the kitchen portion of the flat.

“Hey, Guses,” said (Y/N), picking up fish food and sprinkling it into the tank where two fish swam together.

“Oh, yeah, we forgot to feed him this morning,” said Steven. “Thanks!”

“No, I told you too, and you forgot,” said Marc from the mirror.

“He’s cooking, so it’s alright,” said (Y/N), taking a plate from Steven.

“He should make an omelet. You don’t get enough protein with him,” said Marc.

“I make sure they do!” defended Steven, but there was nothing adversarial.

“Marc, I cook for myself,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly. “You don’t have to worry.”

“But I do,” said Marc, switching in and pulling out eggs to start cooking.

(Y/N) laughed and smiled.

“What are you doing today?” asked Marc, glancing at (Y/N).

They paused and considered. “I don’t know.” And that was the honest truth. They grinned. “I’m going to walk around and see what interests me.”

Marc’s gaze softened, and he smiled. “Alright. Just be careful.” He scooped eggs onto their plate. “And don’t forget, you and I are training later.”

“Right,” said (Y/N), eating their pancakes and eggs. “I’ll be back at 4.”

“Do you need pocket money?” said Steven from the reflection in the aquarium.

(Y/N) shook their head. “I managed to save some money when I worked with Ma’at. I’m fine.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, anything at all, you’ll tell us, right?” said Steven, fretting as usual.

(Y/N) smiled. “I will. Thank you.” They stood, passed their plate to Marc, and picked up their messenger back—the first item they’d bought in London. It reminded them of what their parents brought with them. “Bye. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, kid,” said Marc, watching them go.

The door slammed closed behind them, and Marc smiled.

“We’re doing good, aren’t we?” said Steven, looking at Marc.

“I hope so. They’re a good kid,” said Marc.

“Yeah. I really like them. It’s kind of like…we’re a family, you know?” said Steven.

“I know,” said Marc, his gaze softening. “I know.”

(Y/N) hummed as they sat down at the café of a bookstore they’d happened upon. Opening their phone, they scrolled through the news. As usual, the first things that popped up were the latest moves of some of the newer superheroes on the scene, like the new, female Hulk or a girl fighting with crystal-like abilities in Jersey City.

Leaving the news behind, (Y/N) clicked on their music and pressed play.

“El Melouk” began to play through their earbuds, and they smiled, taking a sip of their coffee.

“Look, look, look where we have been/and where we are now.”

(Y/N) smiled.

They had lost everything, but now, they were living. They had people they cared about. They had a home. (Y/N) even dared say they had a family.

And (Y/N) had a chance to figure out who they were.

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