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"Your voice is so annoying, Spector"

(A/N): After noticing the lack of platonic fics for Moon Knight and the characters, I decided to write one of my own. I hope it's alright, I tried to stay close to what I have read and researched about DID, if there is just the bit of misrepresentation, I apologize and am ready to change any bit right away

It's a female reader!

Summary: Reader, who is a relative to Marc, is confusingly snappy towards everyone. How long takes it for them to realize, that the teenager is actually on her period? (Spoiler: Neither Marc nor Steven are able to figure it out, my two lovely dumbasses)

Warnings: Mentions of periods, cramps, reader's father has a name and is a petty criminal, but this are the only things I specified, tooth rotting fluff balancing some slight slight slight angst out, Steven and Marc being adorably dumb, cutest Layla stuff of all time

Wordcount: 2.4k

✨Masterlist✨

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Marc, Steven and the third party they still need to get acquainted with, feel like they get their days under control ever since they started working together. Switches happen more voluntarily, the communication in the system is somewhat organized and they slowly work through the trauma they endured. Layla stays at their side through all of it, never losing the love for her husband. Maybe even finding new love with the others, but this is something that needs to be addressed at a later point. Why?

At the moment their lives are more chaotic than originally anticipated. Marc’s cousin, a man he only trusts as far as he is able to throw him without the suit on, contacted him a few weeks ago, asking for a big favor.

See, Marc doesn’t trust him without a reason. It’s just an open secret in the family that he is a textbook petty criminal, everybody just chooses to ignore it when they cross paths with him at family gatherings.

“Marc, my friend, I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t necessary. But I can’t do it on my own at the moment. I swear, this arrangement isn’t a long term thing, one month tops. I just need time to sort some things out and everything goes back to normal and we can pretend that this never happened.” Exasperated, he sighs and throws a glance to Layla, who shrugs with her shoulders. It’s something between Marc and Joe.

He looks back at his cousin, who makes a pleading face. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he comes up with a decision. They are family after all. “Yeah, alright. Just let us clear some space in our apartment and you can come by tomorrow with her. But this better be a short term solution, Joe.”

This conversation happened three months ago. Ever since, his cousin's daughter, (Y/N), lives with him, Layla and Steven together. Marc has the sneaking suspicion that this situation will stay even longer like that.

See, it’s not that (Y/N) is a bad kid, it’s quite the contrary, really. For a 14 year old teenager she is the most behaved and best mannered person he came across with. It’s just with him being Konshu’s and Layla being Tawaret’s avatar, they practically drew a red cross on her back and made her a target for any of their enemies.

“Mate, we can’t let her go home.” The timid man tells him as he fed Gus. Through the reflection of the aquarium, he looks at Marc with supplient eyes. “You know as well as I, that Joe is a bloke. Sending her back at some point will be the wrong thing. Joe is crooked and dumb, a dumb criminal, who probably gives his real address to other criminals. (Y/N) would be in more danger with him than here with us.”

One night he talked to Steven about it.

While watching the flakes of fish food sink to the bottom of the aquarium, Marc mulls over the arguments Steven presented. “Do you think Joe had more reasons to trust her with us than simply being a new single father after the break up with her mother?” At that, Steven bites his lips. Of course he had thought about that. The possibility of more being behind this whole ordeal than an overwhelmed father already crossed his mind several times.

“I do. That’s why she needs to stay.” His voice is firm, validating Marc in their decision.

Just a few days after their conversation, Steven asks Layla to talk about that topic.

“Luv,” She smiles at his accent and lovely tone. “Yes, my dear?” Steven looks a bit disturbed at her attempt of an English accent, but continues his quest nevertheless.

“Marc and I talked about something a while ago and we wanted to know your opinion on that matter,” he nervously wrings his hands while getting out the words. Layla spins her desk chair towards him, indicating that her attention is on him. For self assurance Steven nods to himself before forming his next sentence. “We thought about asking (Y/N) to move in with us permanently. She would be safer here and especially teenagers need a constant in their life, you know while going through puberty, where everything changes, and it’s clear that the uncertainty of not knowing when Joe asks her to move back in with him is gnawing on her. We can give her the home she needs, but we don’t want to do anything without you on board and- bullocks. I’m rambling again, innit?”

With a smile, Layla nods. “You did, but I get your point. Actually, I thought about this for some time now too and came to the same decision as you. We can make this work right? Being the guardians to a teenager?” He gives her a hopeful nod, plunging into an explanation on why and how they’ll manage it.

The only thing they need to do is ask (Y/N), a task they decide Marc has the pleasure to do. After all, he is the one related to her. He already has a whole speech prepared, ready to fire it off the next day when he sees her in the kitchen. She stands patiently next to the kettle, waiting for it to get done with its job.

“Hey, (Y/N), there is something I want to talk about with you. Do you have a minute or two?” Marc asks after awkwardly clearing his throat. Without looking up from her intense stare on the kettle, she answers him with a tense “Make it quick”.

Her reaction takes him aback, not expecting this kind of a tone. Moved by it, Steven takes front and starts talking with a soft voice. “You alright, love? Is there something wrong?” The glance she throws into his direction could kill. “No, but thank you for crashing the conversation I had with Marc.” Scared by her cold demeanor, Steven leaves the front and Marc jumps back in.

“I’m sorry for that, I just want to ask you something. Maybe we want to sit down for it?” Annoyed, (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though she takes a seat at the dinner table. “So, as you know, you live with us for quite some time now, not that this is a bad thing. It’s not bad at all. On the contrary, Layla, Steven and I are happy to have you here. In fact, we feel like you live here for-”

Once again, the teenager sighs, effectively cutting Marc off. “I told you to make it quick. God, your voice can be so annoying. What’s even your deal, Spector?” She gets up from her seat and pours the water from the kettle into a hot water bottle. In his surprise by her sudden outburst, Marc completely oversees the fact that she doubles over slightly.

At his silence, (Y/N) continues her word attack. “What happened to the great Marc Spector? Cat got your tongue?” She sees another switch happen, assuming it’s going to be Steven, she leaves the kitchen. The smash of a closing door is heard, indicating that she is back in her room.

The man shudders, the switch being not super fluid or peasant feeling, and looks around with frantic eyes, as if he is trying to locate something. “Where is the- danger? Just the little girl..” He mumbles under his breath. “I’m here because you are scared of the girl?!” Annoyed, he gives the front back to Marc, letting himself melt back into the inner world.

As confused as he is about the last few seconds he is apparently missing, his priority is more with his teenager than the other situation. Knocking at the door, he is asking for entrance.

No way mate, she is bloody mad at us. We can be happy if she isn’t beheading us, Steven tries to consult him. He is the more empathic one, knowing when a situation needs to be left alone in order to be solved. But Marc isn’t having any of this. He wants to get to the root of this, and that rather yesterday.

“Go away!” His request is answered with another shout. “Come on, Bean. Let us talk.” Marc’s patient is wearing thin. He just wants to ask her to stay with them permanently, what is so difficult about that?

“NO! You are not my dad!” “I might as well be, so please let me in and talk about all of this!” A hand on his shoulder startles him. Layla has come back from grocery shopping, finding her husband in an argument, where he is definitely losing.

She meets his desperate look with a light headshake. “Don’t” she tells him softly, knowing exactly that he is about to say more. Digging himself a deeper grave than necessary. Yeah, this pretty much sums Marc Spector up.

“Give her some space. Then let me talk to her. You know, when a woman thinks men are stupid, a man can’t fix that problem. Take a walk and let me solve it”, she gives him a small smile, tucking some of his looks out of his face. Marc leans into her touch, before letting Steven take front. “Thank you, darling. I tried to get him to leave her alone for some time now. He is a stubborn one, isn’t he?”

For a few seconds Steven lingers, savoring her touch. Then he announces to get started on his “mean beans and chips”. Between the two, Steven is usually the one who cooks. When Layla isn’t available and Marc fronting, it’s more the frozen pizza or “sammiches” in good old Chicago style kind of diet for him and (Y/N).

“(Y/N),” Layla softly calls for her after knocking, “May I come in?” A sniffle followed by a small “You may” is heard.

Upon opening the door, she finds their entrusted teenager curled in a ball crying on her bed. Layla is immediately by her side, putting her head in her lap and runs her hand over her hair in a soothing manner. “Oh Honey, what happened? Do I need to hurt Marc? Did he make you cry? I’m ready to skin him for you.” But all the more or less light hearted threats are not able to lessen her cries.

“D-do you think Gus feels lonely when I’m at s-school and you two are out. I mean, I wou-would be.” Sobs break through (Y/N)’s sentences. “Oh Honey, I don’t think he is lonely. But we can get him a friend. I’m sure Steven will be over the moon. You can name his friend, if you’d like.” Layla pulls her into a hug, rocking both of them forth and back until the sobs are dying down.

The teenager wipes her tears away, attempting to give Layla a smile. “Can we call the other fish Augusta? Gusta for short maybe?” “Of course, we set this on tomorrow’s to-do-list, maybe we even find some new cool decorations and plants for the aquarium.” (Y/N) nods, feeling a bit better already.

“I didn’t want to scream at Marc and Steven. I just- It’s- I got really bad cramps and I only wanted to get back under my blanket and die,” she tries to explain her actions. Layla pulls her close again. “Oh Honey, they’ll understand, I gave them both the period talk already. There is nothing to be ashamed or scared of. It’s natural, as dumb and unnerving this may sound.” She tells her softly. The kind spoken words move (Y/N) to the kitchen, giving her a boost of confidence to face the men she wronged.

“Steven?” He looks up from the pot of beans and spots a shy (Y/N), who nervously plays with the sleeves of her shirt, standing at the door frame. “Yes my luv?” She takes a deep breath, setting her eyes on the pot on the stove. “I apologize for how I talked to you earlier. I didn’t want to be mean, even though I know I was. It’s not a good reason, but I just got my period and the cramps were bad earlier and it all was just so frustrating that, that-” “That you needed to take it all out and I was the closest punching bag, wasn’t I?” He asks her with an understanding smile. At that, she releases a breath she held, scared of his reaction.

“Yes, I guess. I’m sorry for that, I need to work on regulating my emotions.” Unexpectedly Steven engulfs her in a hug, pulling her impossibly close to himself. “No need to work on these emotions, luv. You have every right to be pissed, and if it’s me, who is the closest, I’m gladly your scapegoat,” He reassures her. (Y/N) grips the back of his shirt tight, relishing the embrace.

“Did Marc hear that?” As an answer she feels how the grip on her changes, nearly clasping at her. “I did, Bean.” She nods into his shirt, taking another deep breath. “I’m sorry, your voice isn’t annoying. It isn’t at all annoying, it can be really calming. But I just was so mad at everyone and the world. This whole situation- it’s just wearing me down. The unknown- I really hate that.”

Marc understands right away what situation (Y/N) is implying. “Oh right, this is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Steven, Layla and I wanted to ask you to move in with us permanently. Of course, the decision is all yours, but we would be really happy if you say-” “Yes! Yes, I wanna stay with you.”

A whole lot of crying and hugging ensues and somehow (Y/N) finds herself in the middle of a group hug between Layla and Marc.

Which eventually has to be broken up, because Steven’s cooking alarms the smoke detector, ending in a chaotic mess of trying to get the smoke out of the kitchen, switching off the alarm and somewhat saving the pot.

Not long after this the three of them sit on the couch, a pizza carton in each of their laps, watching some stupid and inaccurate documentary about the Egyptian Gods. And the world is ok for a little bit.

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter One

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter One: In the Alps

Summary: (Y/N) goes to the Alps to find Ammit's scarab. They encounter much more trouble than they ever had before.

(Y/N) tugged on the ends of their sweatshirt as they walked through the village. The search for the scarab of Ammit had brought them unexpectedly to the Austrian Alps, but according to their information, the Followers of Ammit’s leader, Arthur Harrow, had many cult members there, and (Y/N) had to get to the scarab before he got possession of it.

Everyone in the village headed towards the town square, and (Y/N) drifted easily into the flow. If they caught sight of the person delivering the scarab, (Y/N) would pick their pocket and be on their way. They glanced over the crowd. They just had to be careful of the men with guns.

Their eyes landed on a man with a white hood pulled over his head. (Y/N) frowned. Isn’t that Khonshu’s avatar? They watched him look around almost in fright. That wasn’t like the man they’d seen before. He’d seemed much more self-assured then.

Still, (Y/N) remained on guard. They had never met an avatar other than him, and Khonshu hadn’t seemed nice, so (Y/N) wasn’t sure about getting closer.

Their attention went back to the crowd as they all came to a stop at the town square. Murmurs and excited whispers went up as they parted to let a single man walk through.

Harrow strolled through the crowd as they looked at him reverently. His cane tapped the ground rhythmically. Ammit’s followers bowed and murmured praise to him, thanking him for his presence and for the guidance of Ammit.

(Y/N) shivered at how honest all the devotion was.

The people around them jostled to get to the front. They all wanted to reach out to Harrow and even just brush his clothes. (Y/N) and Khonshu’s Avatar ended up nearer, and (Y/N) averted their gaze. They didn’t really want to deal with him. If he was there, it meant something dangerous might happen, and (Y/N) had done a very good job working in the shadows for seven years. They didn’t need it to change now.

“What a beautiful day,” said Harrow in English. “It’s like we’re in heaven.” He chuckled. “Only it’s not heaven, isn’t it? It’s a darkness.” He smiled kindly. “Sometimes it hides in our very hearts. We are here to make Earth as much like Heaven as possible.” Harrow looked around with a benevolent expression. “Who’d like to go first?”

(Y/N) watched as a young man stepped forward. They were about to see firsthand what had made Ma’at dislike Ammit so much, what made her want Harrow to never get closer to her teachings and power.

“You are a brave man, offering your soul for judgement,” said Harrow.

Judging before their time, before their death? thought (Y/N). But they have no Feather of Truth for their hearts to be weighed against. This was nothing but a perversion of the Judgement of the Dead.

“Wanting to serve out goddess even before she wakes,” said Harrow.

He rolled up his sleeves, and (Y/N) spotted the tattoo of scales on his forearm. He balanced his crocodile-headed cane in the man’s hands. The cane began to rock back and forth, and the scales on Harrow’s forearm moved with them.

“I judge you in Ammit’s name with but a fraction of her power,” declared Harrow.

The scales balanced and turned green. The crowd gasped, and Harrow smiled at the young man.

“This is the face of a good man!” he said benevolently. He hugged them, and applause went up in the crowd.

“Who would like to go next?” said a man next to Harrow.

“Me,” said an old woman. “Please, Harrow, I must know.”

“Call me Arthur.” Harrow extended a kindly hand to her. “Come.” She stepped up to him and allowed him to take her hands. “Will you accept your scales, regardless of the outcomes?”

“Yes,” said the woman.

The cane swung back and forth, and the woman stared at Harrow’s scales apprehensively. They froze unbalanced and turned a sickening red.

“I’m sorry,” said Harrow sadly, but (Y/N) felt the lie. He was happy to rid the world of people judged to be unrighteous.

“I’ve been good my entire life,” said the woman desperately, unable to understand the results of her judgement.

“I believe you,” said Harrow. Truth. “But the scales see everything. Perhaps it’s something that lies ahead. He sighed. “Well, I wish you could live to see the world we make. Yet, Ammit has decided.”

The woman gave a gasp that died in her throat. Her body froze before collapsing, dead.

(Y/N)’s stomach twisted, and they grimaced as every part of them surged angrily at the injustice of these people being given no chance, even for their future. It went against the proper order of life. It was just wrong, and (Y/N) could feel it.

Harrow knelt sadly beside her body before it was carried away. One of his men walked up and crouched, holding his gun tightly.

“I’m sorry. There was a problem with the exchange,” he said in German.

Someone already took the scarab? thought (Y/N). Their eyes went to Khonshu’s Avatar.

“We got ambushed. Someone killed two of our men,” continued the man.

It was definitely Khonshu’s Avatar’s doing.

Harrow stood. “Is he still here?”

“We think so, yes,” said the guard.

They know his face, thought (Y/N), glancing at him again.

Harrow looked out over the crowd. “Bow to Ammit!” he said in Ancient Egyptian.

The entire crowd knelt ((Y/N), too, to blend in). Khonshu’s Avatar was late, having no idea what the order was and not being part of the cult.

“Oh, bollocks,” cursed Khonshu’s avatar.

(Y/N) frowned. That was a totally different accent, English (weird English, too) instead of American. What was going on?

“You,” said Harrow, looking at him. “I know you.”

“Me? Hi, uh…” The avatar stood up nervously.

“Mercenary,” said Harrow coldly, and all eyes went to Khonshu’s avatar.

“ ‘Mercenary?’ ” repeated the man nervously as the crowd stood up again. “No, no. I’m not a mercenary. No, I’m a gift shop-ist. I work at a gift shop. My name’s Steven Grant.”

No lies at all, thought (Y/N). He really was Steven Grant and worked at a gift shop. Which, incidentally, made the whole situation more complicated because Harrow was also telling the truth. A regular job as cover? But what about the accents?

“I’m trying to get back home. To London,” said Steven nervously as Harrow approached. “London? I dunno why I’m saying it like that.”

“Well, Steven Grant of the gift shop,” said Harrow.

“Yeah?” said Steven.

“Will you return to the scarab?” said Harrow, holding out his hands.

Shit, can’t let him have it, thought (Y/N). Now that they’d seen Harrow judge people and kill them, they knew that even beyond Ma’at’s instructions they needed to stop him. (Y/N) refused to let innocent people get hurt.

“The…The what?” said Steven, confused. “Oh, alright.” He patted his pockets nervously. “Yeah, the…Oh, you mean…” He pulled the scarab out of his pocket. He stared at in, not having expected it to be there.

“You will give him nothing.”

Khonshu’s voice echoed over the street, and Steven looked around for it wildly. He swallowed and held out the scarab to Harrow anyways.

No! thought (Y/N). They took a step forward.

Harrow reached out. Steven’s fingers closed suddenly over the scarab. He looked at them in confusion.

“I strongly encourage you to return that,” said Harrow.

“I’m not-I’m…” Steven stammered, perplexed. He glared at his fingers, willing them to open. “I’m try—” He hit his hand with his other. “Come on, now. It’s like my fingers froze.” He tried to peel open his fingers. “But here’s some of that…I don’t know, maybe it’s part of the high altitude or something.” He managed to open his hand and grabbed the scarab. “Aha! There, take it, so strange. Sorry, but—” Steven’s hand swiveled behind him, again unbidden.

“I will not ask again,” said Harrow firmly.

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” said Steven. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

Completely truthful, thought (Y/N). This whole thing was proving strange.

Steven turned his whole body in an attempt to his hand nearer to Harrow. “There, take it, take it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t let that happen. They darted out and snatched the scarab. Steven and Harrow’s eyes widened, but (Y/N) didn’t wait around to find out their other reactions. They turned and made a run for it.

“Grab them,” ordered Harrow.

Several adults emerged from the ground and grabbed for (Y/N). They dodged through a few, but two snagged their arms. (Y/N) yelped and pulled to get away. It didn’t work, so they just curled their fist closed around the scarab, refusing to let go.

“Who are you?” said Harrow, tilting his head in confusion as his people tried to pry their hand open.

“Hey, wait, mate, you can’t hurt a kid,” said Steven, brow creasing in concern.

“Stay out of this, worm,” said Khonshu’s voice.

Ma’at remained silent, apparently uninterested in getting near Khonshu again.

The people holding (Y/N) twisted their arm, and they cried out, straining to keep control of their arm. They couldn’t let Harrow get the scarab, not when he was going to hurt people.

Steven’s eyes rolled into his head for a moment before returning to glare at Harrow and Ammit’s followers. The entire body language had changed.

“Finally,” said Khonshu.

Not-Steven—this wasn’t Steven—surged forwards and attacked the people trying to take the scarab for Harrow. He pulled them off of (Y/N) and punched them violently. One tried to attack him in return, but he kicked him to the ground and stomped on his head. (Y/N) stumbled back as their attacker let go, and Not-Steven swung for his head, catching the scarab as it fell. Another grabbed for (Y/N) again, and Not-Steven hit them in the face with the scarab. All the people fell to the ground against Not-Steven, left with bloody knuckles from no wounds on himself.

(Y/N) stared in surprise, as did Harrow and the crowd. Not-Steven turned to face Harrow, and then his eyes rolled into his head once more. He blinked furiously and looked around in confusion.

“No, the idiots back,” grumbled Khonshu’s voice.

Oh. (Y/N) put it together. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Steven and Not-Steven were alters, and one was clearly more of Khonshu’s avatar than the other. (Y/N) had met Not-Steven a year ago, and now they had encountered Steven.

Steven cleared his throat uncomfortably as he stared at his bloody hands. “S-Sorry…” He put his hands up and glanced at (Y/N). “A-Are you alright?”

(Y/N) nodded sharply, but they warily eyed the crowd backing off. They needed to get out of that village now. They had been seen by Harrow, which made them a target. If they didn’t leave with the scarab, (Y/N) was going to be killed. Or at least judged, which may end in death.

“We need to go,” said (Y/N), taking a step back as Harrow and the crowd approached again.

“Right, right…” Even Steven knew that was the best course of action now. He looked at Harrow warily. “I’m just gonna…we’re gonna go, alright? Yeah.”

Steven and (Y/N) ran around the crowd, dodging behind tractors and barrels before they could be grabbed. The only escape route they could see was the cupcake-truck. But, seeing as they were desperate, (Y/N) and Steven jumped on.

“Don’t you dare drop that scarab,” said Khonshu.

“Alright, alright, alright!” shouted Steven, starting the vehicle.

“Go, go, go!” said (Y/N), kicking away someone trying to open their door and locking it tightly.

“We’re going!” cried Steven, stepping on the gas and speeding out of the village onto the roads beyond. “What am I doing, what am I doing?! I don’t even have my license.”

“Just don’t crash,” said (Y/N), as encouraging as they could be considering the circumstances. They looked behind them. “We’ve got a lot of company.”

“This has to be a dream,” said Steven nervously.

“It’s not, Steven,” said (Y/N), grimacing as they saw Harrow’s men catching up. The cupcake van wasn’t going to outrun them.

“They’re gonna kill us!” cried Steven as he wound around the curves of the roads.

He tried to speed up, but a chicken-transportation truck appeared in front of them, and he had to slow down. The followers of Ammit rammed into them from the back.

(Y/N) grit their teeth and squeezed their eyes shut. This isn’t 2018. This isn’t 2018. They weren’t going to die in a car accident. They weren’t.

Steven honked and swerved around the truck of chickens. “Come on, move your ass!” he grimaced as he saw the old lady glaring at him. “Thank you. So sorry. Thank you.”

Shots rang out, and a guard jumped from the front of his car to the back the cupcake van. He pulled at the doors, letting them swing wildly in the wind.

(Y/N) scrambled into the back of the van and kicked him back. The guard fell onto the road, and they grimaced as the cars hit him and kept going. No sooner was he down, though, then another man jumped towards the open back. This time, he kept his gun raised, and (Y/N) dodged to the side. He grabbed for Steven and the scarab, and (Y/N) grabbed his ankle, tripping him. He stumbled and aimed downwards at him with his gun. Alongside them, another car was pulling up with a man with his gun trained on Steven.

“Wait, no!” shouted Steven, and (Y/N) pushed back to try to avoid being shot.

In the next moment, Steven—No, Not-Steven—grabbed the man aiming for (Y/N) and smashed his head into the steering wheel. He jerked back, and Not-Steven grabbed his gun. In one fluid motion, he shot the driver of the other car, sending it careening off into the mountain, and he shot the man aiming for (Y/N), letting his body fall back and out of the van.

No sooner was it done than his eyes rolled again, and Steven dropped the gun in shock and disgust. “I don’t understand what’s happening!” cried Steven.

“Truck!” shouted (Y/N), grabbing the seat they were behind as Steven screamed and swerved violently around a log truck. It tipped over and crushed a pursuing car.

Two others pulled up on either side of the van and tried to hit the sides of the cupcake truck. A man on either side raised a gun and aimed.

(Y/N) ducked and prepared to take the wheel if Steven got shot.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Not-Steven’s eyes focused. He glanced at (Y/N) before spinning the wheel. (Y/N) held onto the seat as the van spun around, hit one car, and ended up backwards. The car crashed off the side of the mountain, and now the cupcake truck faced the final car pursuing them.

Not-Steven’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Steven focused again.

“I’m driving backwards!” he cried.

“Watch out!” said (Y/N), bracing as the car behind(?) them tried to hit them.

Steven threw the gun at the car, and (Y/N) groaned.

“Did he just throw the gun?!”

“I don’t know what I’m doing!” said Steven.

“Then leave us be, parasite!”

Steven panicked and turned the wheel, spinning the car around again. They sped towards the forest in the valley, and then…the engine died.

They coasted to a stop, and the car behind them pulled up to block the road in front. The men got out, readied their guns, and headed towards them.

“Come on,” said (Y/N), pulling Steven towards the back of the van to escape.

At the perfect moment, the logs that had come off the truck from earlier landed on the road and crushed the men.

“Oh, shit!” cried Steven.

“Oh, god,” said (Y/N), eyes widening. What an unfortunate way to go. Still…it meant they were alive.

“We need to go.”

(Y/N) glanced at the man beside them. It was Not-Steven again.

“Do you still have the scarab?” said (Y/N), following Not-Steven.

“Yeah,” said Not-Steven. They headed into the woods and walked along the road towards the next town over.

“What’s your name?” asked (Y/N).

“Marc,” said Not-Steven. He glanced back at them. “You’re Ma’at’s avatar.”

(Y/N) nodded. “You’re Khonshu’s.”

Marc narrowed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“…I’m (Y/N),” said (Y/N). They realized they should have introduced themself earlier.

Marc nodded. “Do you have a way back to…wherever you live?”

“Ma’at will tell me where I need to go next,” said (Y/N). “I’ll figure it out from there.”

Marc frowned. “You don’t live anywhere?”

“No?” said (Y/N).

Marc looked at them and furrowed his brow before turning back to the front. “Be careful.”

“I know,” said (Y/N). They were the avatar of a god and took back (stole) relics from criminals regularly. They wouldn’t be alive if they didn’t know to be careful.

But, still, there was something nice about someone saying it instead of (Y/N) having to just take care of themself.

“You were filming our judgement, correct?” Harrow smiled at a young woman.

She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Harrow.”

“Please, call me Arthur,” said Harrow. “Would you mind if I took a look?”

“Of course, Mr-Arthur,” said the young woman.

“Thank you,” said Harrow, smiling.

“Mr. Harrow,” said one of his guards, walking up to him. “They got away with the scarab, but we’re already tracking down ‘Steven Grant.’ ”

“Good,” said Harrow. He held up the phone with a still of the crowd from the video. “And I need you to figure out who this is.” (Y/N)’s face stared out of the crowd.

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To the Moon and Back

Part 2 -> Meet Fatherhood

Warnings: moon knight episode 5 and 6 spoilers!!!, cursing (?), character death, violence, implied child abandonment, weapons, adoption, all Arabic comes from google translate, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x daughter reader, Layla El Faouly x daughter reader, little bit of Steven Grant x reader platonic

Request: I got a platonic mk x reader request!!! How about Marc x avatar reader where the reader was like Marc and Layla's adopted kid from the Philippines where they met during one of Marc's mercenary missions. After Marc left to persue harrow the reader becomes mayari's avatar (goddess of the moon in the Philippines) and reunites with him after joining Layla to Egypt (after much persistince to go). Make it as angsty as you want or not....

(I hope this is what you were looking for! I changed it a bit- sorry. Also, I’m not familiar with Mayari so I did the best I could and did a little bit of research)

Request by: @queenotaku23

*not my gif*

Summary: For the longest time it had just been the three of you, your little family. But then one day changes that forever

A/N: Second Moon Knight request!! Hope you enjoy :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

As the shot rang out through the vast room, all you could do was stand frozen in shock and horror as your blood ran colder than the moon.

The sound was deafening, but you could still hear everything. The grunt of a man. The sound of splashing as a body hit the water. The sound of heavy breathing. But above all, your own heartbeat that rang above all the other sounds. Louder. Clearer.

You barely registered as your mothers sobbing form took you into her arms, pulling you to her chest so that she could try and comfort you.

But no tears fell out of your eyes, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. Any of it.

Your father couldn’t be dead. Your strong, brave father, Marc Spector.

Or your other father, the kind and gentle one, Steven Grant. The one that you had only met a few days ago, but formed a deep attachment with nonetheless.

How had this happened? Just moments ago you were running through the halls of the tomb, more than certain that you and your family would beat Arthur Harrow to Ammit, then all of you could finally find peace.

Then the next thing you knew, you heard your mothers outraged screaming and then your fathers deep and calm-even in the middle of a crisis, but still partially desperate- voice trying to coax her away from the room.

Then you had run in, just in time for Marc to gently push you towards your mother, telling her to take care of you, barely having time to give you a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before ushering you and Layla out of sight.

He had been so prepared to fight to the death for the two of you. Make sure that you guys got out of there okay, and it ended up being the last thing he would ever do.

It was a battle that he had lost.

Marc had found you eleven years earlier on one of his mercenary missions and back then you were just a young, four year old, child who had no family and nobody to turn to for help.

Without knowing it, you immediately captured the normally cold man’s heart and he took you under his wing right away, giving you a place to stay and food to eat.

That was before Layla had come along, and when she did, you looked up to her almost right away and she quickly began loving you like a daughter.

It wasn’t perfect, but you guys were quick to make a small family of each other. A family that loved one another, no matter what.

It was as if you were watching from a far as Layla gently took you by the shoulders and kissed the crown of your head, trying to silence her soft sobs the best she could.

You just looked up at her with a pale face and wide eyes, mouth dropped slightly open.

Then without warning, or meaning to, you harshly pushed away from her and sprinted to where your father had been standing just a moment before.

Ignoring her whisper shouts for you to come back, you made a beeline to the water right behind the sarcophagus, and when you saw what was there, your knees gave out from underneath you in sheer horror.

Marc’s body lay there, half in, and half out of the water, his eyes closed, and half open mouth still. Not a muscle in his body moved.

A sob escaped your lips for the first time, now that you were looking at him, “Dad,” you shook him a little, as if trying to wake him up, “Come on, dad, please. Dad!”

Your mother quickly came up from behind you and caught you just before you collapsed again, and began shushing you even though she too was crying.

The salty tears streamed down your face, one after another, like an endless waterfall of sorrow.

After a moment, Layla gently tapped your shoulder to let you know that she was going to let go, and moved towards her husband with a shaky figure.

Once she took a long breath, she gently pushed Marc into the water, as if afraid he were made of glass.

Your sobbing continued, but did quiet down a bit when you came to your senses and realized that Harrow was still most likely in one of the mazes of halls somewhere and might still hear you.

You watched as Layla slowly stood up and then helped you up as well, “Come on,” she whispered tearfully, “We have to go.”

You couldn’t even give him a proper funeral.

With that you went back to your barely-registering-anything-state, and allowed your mother to lead you out of the tomb without complaint.

Not a word was passed between either of you as you got into a cab that brought you guys back to your hotel room.

It was only once you got into the room that she finally spoke up, “I’m going to go out for a while, sweetie. I need you to stay here.”

On a normal day, you would’ve fought against her and insisted that you go where she was going. Because on a normal day you would’ve known her, and you would’ve known where she was going. To face Arthur Harrow, alone.

But you didn’t have the energy to think or comprehend what she had said to you as you numbly nodded.

She quickly bent down to your height as you sat on the bed, staring at the floor, and she moved her face so that you were looking at her, “I need you to promise me that you will stay in this room. No matter what.”

Again you just nodded, but when she gave you a slightly stern look, you mumbled, “I promise.”

She seemed to visibly relax when hearing that, “Thank you, sweetie.”

Giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, and grabbing a couple of things, she scurried out of the room, making sure that the door locked behind her.

She was only okay with leaving you alone because she knew that Arthur and his followers would be somewhere looking for Ammit, meaning she could keep them as far away from you as possible.

That and there was plenty of food in the mini fridge for you to last a few days.

You sat in the same spot that she had left you for hours, staring blankly at the spot on the peeling beige colored wall.

Then suddenly, without warning, it was if a gust of wind had just blown through the room at full force and brought a huge dust patch with it, but the widows weren’t even open.

Your wide eyes traveled over to where Khonshu then stood in the place that the dust patch and been, and though you had never actually seen him, you knew enough Egyptology to know who he was.

“Little Spector.” The god greeted.

“What do you want?” Your voice came out hollow, as if you were done with everything and everyone.

“I need your help, you need to become my avatar.” The bird replied, his tone impatient and restless.

You scoffed, “And why would I ever do that?”

“Because the world is in danger.” He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I think enough Spectors have been taken from the world today because of you and your stupid war.” Anger suddenly replaced that emptiness that you had been feeling all afternoon.

“Your mother is in danger.”

This made you pause where you were, halfway standing up as you were ready to match over and yell at the skeleton looking bird.

He could see that he had gotten you to pause and took that to his advantage, “An avatar is needed so that Ammit and Harrow can be stopped.” He insisted.

“I will not be your avatar.” You made sure to make yourself clear as you made up your mind, “But I will be someone else’s avatar. Anybody else, I don’t care. As long as it’s not you.” You spat out the last word like venom.

Khonshu paused, studying you for a moment, “You are brave, Little Spector… I know the perfect goddess for you to host.”

With that the dust and wind appeared again but gone as soon as it came without a trace, leaving you to wonder if any of that had really just happened.

“Y/n Spector.” A smooth and melodic voice suddenly rang out in your head after a moment, “I am Mayari, goddess of the moon and ruler of the night.”

The name rang a bell to you, when your mother had taught you years ago about Philippine mythology. You were originally from the Philippines before Marc found you, and Layla found it very important to teach you about the culture of where you came from. And you had always really appreciated that.

“Khonshu has informed me of the situation,” she continued, “And if what he says is true, then I need your help just as much as you need mine. So, do you, Y/n Spector, swear to withhold the legacy of the moon, and promise to keep the stars shining bright?”

You hesitated, knowing what being an avatar had done to your father and Steven, but then their cold, dead body flashed through your mind, and your mothers sobbing face, and you hesitated no longer, “I do.”

With that, you felt a wind around you, not a harsh and cold one like when Khonshu had entered the room, but a slow and refreshing one.

It swept around you like you were at the center of a tornado, and when it stopped, you no longer stood in your busted up hiking boots and ratty old t-shirt and jeans.

You then stood in a flowing blue and purple one piece jumpsuit that had a golden sword sheathed at the side of your right leg.

The material against your skin was smooth and durable, which let you know that it would be easy to fight in.

How does it feel?

Mayari’s voice sung through your head, making you jump slightly.

“Uh-g-good… it feels good.” You quickly got over your initial shock when you remembered the reason you were there in the first place.

Good, now let’s not waste anymore time. Shall we?

“Shall we what-“ You cut yourself off with a small yelp as you felt your feet being lifted off the ground, “What the- Hey! What’s happening?” You fumbled around, trying to grab onto something while trying to stay balanced so you didn’t hit your head.

You heard her chuckle a little.

I’m a goddess, flying just so happens to be a perk.

You swallowed hard, “Right, yeah, of course.”

You heard her laugh again before you started moving forward while still in the air.

Now hang on.

-•-

Next thing you knew, you were zooming through the skys, over the city buildings of Cairo on your way to where you could only assume the fight was taking place.

In the distance you saw a very large crocodile and dead looking bird fighting near some pyramids, and you didn’t even have to think to know that it was Ammit and Khonshu, who must’ve tricked some other poor soul into being his avatar for him.

It looked weird enough to you, who knew about avatars and everything, so you could only imagine what it looked like to the rest of the world.

Are you ready for this?

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You mumbled, clearly unsure of yourself.

You’ll do great, and I’ll be here the whole time if you need anything.

You allowed her to bring you closer and closer to the ground until your feet hit the pavement, and you stumbled a little while trying to regain your balance.

Taking a moment, you took in your surroundings to see what you were dealing with.

People where running around in complete chaos, with windows broken, cars flipped, and buildings on fire.

You saw a flash of purple out of the corner of your eye and quickly whipped around to see Aurthur pointing his staff at a mother, father, and daughter who all sat huddled in a bunch.

The parents were obviously trying to shield the screaming child from whatever the strange man was about to do to them while gripping onto each other tightly for comfort.

It was as if your brain switched off and was replaced with that of a warrior, which you later knew you could thank Mayari for.

You quickly unsheathed your sword and sprinted over to the group as fast as your feet would carry you, before jumping right in front of them just in time for Harrow to shoot out a beam of violet light.

His eyes widened in surprise as your golden sword caught the blast midair and sent it right back at him, sending him flying backwards a few feet before his head hit the pavement.

Only partially listening to Mayari’s words of praise, you turned back to the family after reshething your sword, “هل أنتم بخير؟” You asked hurriedly.

(Are you all okay?)

“أنت بطل خارقة!”

(You’re a superhero)

The little girl gasped in awe, staring at you with wide and adoring eyes, and all you could do was smile at her softly.

You took the next moment to reassure the parents that everything was fine as they sobbed and thanked you over and over again.

Once you saw them hurry away, you turned back to the spot Harrow was in, only to find him and his staff gone.

You cursed quietly before running through the streets, helping people along the way, and listening to your goddesses advice whenever she had any words of wisdom.

Just as you were helping an old lady out of a car, you heard your name being called in disbelief above all the other noises that the city had to offer that night.

You whipped around and froze in your place, suddenly feeling like you were back in that tomb.

Marc Spector pushed his way through the crowds as he came running as fast as he could towards you.

I thought Khonshu said he was dead?

You ignored Mayari’s curious voice, unable to comprehend it or anything else other than your father at that moment.

“D-dad?” You whispered out in disbelief.

“Oh, honey.” You could hear the relief in his voice as he quickly pulled you into his chest.

You gripped the back of his suit tightly, as if afraid if you let go then he would disappear once again.

For a long moment, the two of you rocked back and forth, him comforting you lovingly as you sobbed into his chest.

“The bullets- I saw- you were-“ you couldn’t even form a proper sentence.

He shushed you once again, “It’s okay, I’ll explain everything later. I promise.”

You were grateful that Mayari gave you two a moment together without her interrupting you or your father.

Gently, he pulled away but still held onto your shoulders, keeping you at arms distance as he studied you and your outfit, “What is this?”

You could tell by the way his eyes flooded with panic and horror that he already knew the answer, though.

“Dad-“

“No, no, no.” Marc shook his head in disbelief, dropping it down in defeat, “First your mother, and now you.”

You felt your heart drop, “Mom?”

He nodded painfully, “Layla became an avatar for Taweret.”

Before you could question him further though, his suit quickly changed into a very different one. One that you knew to be Stevens outfit.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe you’re Mayari’s avatar!” He gushed, “That’s so bloody cool! Oh poor old Marc had no idea who’s avatar you were, but I could tell from one glance that-“

He was cut off by you throwing yourself into his arms, “I’m so glad you’re okay, too.” You whispered into his ear.

After a moment, the two of you pulled away at the sound of the screaming of your name from nearby.

You and Steven both turned to see Layla angrily stomping towards the two of you, wearing an outfit you can only assume Taweret gave her.

“Yeah, no thanks.” Steven said, “You can handle this one, mate.”

And with that, his suit disappeared and was quickly replaced by Marc’s, “What- no, Steven! Hey!” He stuttered out, quickly stopping at his wife’s deadly glare.

“What are you doing here?” She seethed, glaring down at you, “You promised to stay in the hotel room! And what are you wear-“

She cut herself off with wide eyes, realizing what was happening.

“Oh no, honey. Why would you do that?” Her voice had softened slightly and she was referring to you becoming an avatar.

“You needed help.” You mumbled, looking at the ground with slight guilt, “If it makes you feel any better, it’s the goddess-“

“Mayari.” She finished in awe, “The one I used to tell you stories about.”

Aww, you used to listen to stories about little old me?

Your goddess teased you playfully.

Marc on the other hand, huffed and crossed his arms, “Why did everybody know who it was right away, but me?”

Before any of you could respond, you were all cut off with a shout coming from a couple feet away from all of you.

You all whipped around to see one of Arthur's followers charging at you with a gun, and Layla immediately pushed you behind her and put her wrists up, deflecting all of the bullets with her cuffs.

Marc then took action and quickly ran out from behind her and kicked the man in the face, making him drop to the ground.

Then Ammit’s followers were all around you.

All three of you fought back, trying your best to defend one another while trying to stay alive.

You unsheathed your sword and quickly got to work fending off the woman nearest to you while Mayari gave you helpful tips.

You noticed with glee that your parents both glanced at you every now and then in pride at seeing you handle your own.

But there were only three of you. Avatars or not.

You were all quickly outnumbered, and next thing you knew you were backed up against a wall, fighting the best you still could in your situation.

You glanced to the side to see your mother pinned up against a side of a car while your father glanced worriedly at the two of you and Aurthur was shouting something you couldn’t hear at him.

You knew they could handle themselves so you focused back on your own fight and after a few minute struggle, they were all down and you were no longer surrounded.

Turning back to see if your parents needed help, your eyes widened in shock at what you saw.

There were bodies of Harrow and Ammits followers scattered all over the place, and your parents stood above them looking around in confusion.

“That wasn’t you, Steven?” You heard your father ask in slight horror, but you knew he didn’t even have to ask. Of course it wasn’t kind, lovable Steven.

“Dad?” You called out hesitantly.

He quickly turned to face you, scanning you for any injuries, “Yeah?”

“What the hell was that?” Layla voiced your thoughts.

“I-I don’t know.” He admitted, “I blacked out.” He glanced between the two of you, “Are you two okay?”

You both nodded and he sighed in relief. And though you were all in the middle of the biggest fight of your lives, you all couldn’t help but be grateful.

Because you had each other, your little family. Just like it always had been.

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Un Dia Mal

Summary : In which we delve into the what if scenario with Marc and Y/n . What if Marc had waited…and asked Layla for help after the 3 months being gone.

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Y/n had woken up slightly late (2 minutes after her normal time) , as she rushed to shower , brush her teeth , change for school and manage to consume some sustenance for the morning before school.

She rushed into the flat before tripping over one of Stevens pile of books with a thud and cringed at the dust that had been kicked up. She sneezed a few times as she rearranged the books into their previous jenga like tower before rushing into the kitchen.

Where pda was on display….she made a face as she grabbed a mug for coffee and quickly served it as she turned back to find stern faces "Aww what's wrong little bug ?" She wrinkled her nose at the affectionate name "People are weird..between you guys , miguel and dana…this pda thing is gross" Layla chuckled at that kissing her forehead "Yeah , well you'll grow up eventually and have someone you'll want to kiss" She quirked a brow at that "Mother….i do not require affection…nor will i bend to the will of being bound to a mere-mortal" she said while drinking her coffee and eating some breakfast “You need to stop watching those supernatural dramas with her babe” Marc sighed.

She felt a heavy gaze settle over her as she ignored the sensation focusing on her homework "How are your grades , kiddo ?" Marc asked as Y/n glanced up momentarily "Oh…uhh i have a 3 A's , 2 B's and one C" she said nonchalantly "That's good darling" her mom smiled "Oh…Ms.what's-her-face said she was gonna call you guys about an event or something" she said as both her parent gave her an expression that you could probably imagine.

"What about ? Do you have an F?" She glanced up with a quirked brow "No..something about cinnamon rolls? I dunno, this lady always talks to me , while i'm reading" she huffed in frustration.

Her Dad chuckled "Honor Roll ? That's a good baby girl" he smiled "We're proud of you kiddo." She hummed "So you guys staying or you guys have to work again ?" She asked, trying to change the conversation and they stayed silent..which meant they would probably be gone again by the time she was home from school .

Y/n sighed as she walked down the sidewalk to the bus , it was like 3 blocks from her house….but she had a 15 minute cushion. Anxiety was fun…especially when school was a long walk away . So she’d be 15 mins early to the bus stop , she sighed as she silently walked past a few buildings noting the new scenery.

New York was new for her , they'd be here for past 2 years..which in the span of her 16 years of life was short…they'd lived multiple places in the past…the longest being Los Angeles , where she picked up the subtle californian accent and slang.

New York was after London…which she had enjoyed slightly….but not a lot as her mom was now a hero…and around less lately …usually with her Dad…..and now she was being a baby.

They only started leaving her alone for extended periods of time. Assuring her it was temporary …which wasn't uncommon for her as her mom was an archeologist….and sometimes she was gone for a handful of days…to weeks..maybe a few months for her Dad…but Mom was usually gone for a few days at most . Lately…well a year ago, It'd extended… they'd been gone 6 months …leaving the neighbors in charge ... .Miguel's Mother Conchata …. who invited her over for dinners and to hang out. Essentially adopting her temporarily.

And they'd just gotten back from a Month trip ... .a month ... .not that it bothered the practically adult teen…but it was an adjustment.

She was brought out of her thoughts by whimpering as she glanced down an alleyway sheepishly ….her instinct telling every hair on her body to stand and get the hell out of there.

Except she heard a whisper…her ears straining to hear the very faint whisper as she sighed walking a bit further in.

Her mind racing "This is some scary movie sh*t…ya idiot…" she huffed to herself "But theres a puppy in there or a dog…it's crying" she reasoned to herself pacing a bit as she walked away further to the bus stop before sighing "And …" she frowned turning around back to the alley and walking in and softly staring at the black dog…it's fur drenched in blood as 2 long gashes ran down from it's chest to it's ribs.

She frowned softly petting the damp fur "awww…it's okay……" she cooed "Well it's not okay cuz that looks bad…" she muttered to herself as she winced at the dogs whine …cuz it was a dog.

….it heard her as she winced "Oh it's okay , tis a flesh wound" she reassured …smiling faintly as a memory struct "You can probably walk it off" she said reassuringly petting the dog as it whined and growled softly. Before opening it's mouth in her lap and nuzzling something into her hand. She quirked a brow as she picked it up to look as the dog nuzzled her hand close before looking into her eyes and whining as if to communicate something.

She hummed "Hey , i'll watch it and deliver it to your owner" she smiled softly "And hey , if it's time …it's time. You won't hurt anymore and you can find peace and stuff " she reassured before adding "Unless………uhhhhhh…………….. you don't believe that or you're like some evil dog…" she hummed before chuckling "Or you have like unfinished business…then i guess you can haunt whoever did this to you" she smiled sheepishly noting that the poor thing had passed at the peace part as she sighed "I'll come back later and take you to the vet clinic" she smiled reassuringly petting it one last time before checking her watch and cursing as ran out of the alley way.

She cursed as she ran to the stop..and watched it pull away…not stopping as she sighed pinching her nose in frustration. And beginning the walk to the next bus that stopped a block away from her school

Today was turning out shitty as she'd missed her bus for school. The dog was worth it…it sadly still died in an alley but…at least it had company. And she tried being …oh poor dog..she's talked its ear off !!!

The good thing was that Miguel..her best-friend and neighbor held the door open as she ran into the building before it closed for the day. Miguel..ever the dorky nerd , he held his hand out as they walked.

“C’mon where’s your math homework ? Did you ask your parents for help ?” she gave him a confused look “Homework ? Which class ?” Miguel fixed her with a drool look as they walked to stand in the line for the lockers room for P.E “The Algebra homework” Y/n hummed “Nah , i have a 20 point cushion from extra credit last week” she said nonchalantly as Miguel glared “En serio ?” he huffed in disbelief and disappointment.

She shrugged “I can probably afford the 1 missing assignment “ Miguel sighed “Lunch , we are doing it before we have class. No way you're missing it , because we are going on the Honor Roll End of the semester trip!” he said firmly.

She snorted “You really think , my parents will let that happen ?”

Miguel rolled his eyes “Sure , they're never home. They’d never know” that struck a nerve as she sighed "I guess…but they have to sign the permission slip" Miguel quirked a brow "They don't know you forge it ? Still think my mom sign" she glared "Dude , you forge your moms signature and you live with her full time" she countered as he held his hands up "Ay! Calmate! I was kidding"

*a few minutes later*

Y/n was in the middle of talking to miguel …waiting for roll call to begin when his girlfriend interuppted "Spector, you weirdo….hands bleeding " the older girl laughed as Y/n frowned before realizing that her hand was indeed bleeding as she tried recalling cutting herself so bad…it was actually dripping.

Before recalling she had felt a sting when the dog had pushed the thing into her hand.

The day went normally , she went to all 6 periods…studied with miguel…, his friends and his girlfriend. Who were all upperclassmen and teased her about being 'so much' younger as she rolled her eyes…she was only 3 months younger than Miguel.

Gabriel …..Miguel's little brother also hung out with them…but he was acting different with her now. They had been close once …back when Miguel had ignored and been mean to her…but it was a good close …that…..she couldn't explain it….she had tried once and it resulted in a Jake appearance…and now he acted like this…so..yeah.

So now Y/n just avoided him out of him being awkward. And that was that.

Anyways , she was currently on her way home…walking….as she'd taken the wrong bus and ended up in the complete opposite side of town.

So she sighed , walking down the road later because her dumb ass …again took the wrong bus and them tripped over her own feet.

She sighed remembering the dog…from earlier…and deciding that it would be best …to atleast take the poor thing to the vets to be cremated..but it probably cost money ..and she had like 20 from allowance cash…on her person. Assuming her parents were gone again. She'd buy some dinner…from the taco stand by the apartment.

However….she felt bad..and poor dog had gone through enough. So she walked down the road to the alley way. She sighed handing over the money as the receptionist smiled telling her that they would call her when it’s body was ready for pick up.

She nodded before making her way home……

Like usual….she walked home having missed her window for the taco stand…..something that probably would’ve lightened her day. She returned home to find a set of very upset parents….she was unsure how to respond and being her fathers daughter as her mother always mentioned.

She made a issue that could’ve been easily resolved with a ‘Sorry , it won’t happen again’ , placing a ‘It wasn’t my fault , there was a bus mix-up ,after study group , and then i fell and ….wait you guys are home ?! You guys didn’t text me …how was i supposed to know ! You guys aren’t ever home’ which earned her a rebuking and sent to her room. Honestly sometimes she didn’t think things through , she had failed to notice the streamers and cake set up as they called her out after her fathers and mom lectured her about talking back and paying attention.

And then they sat down , ate dinner….pizza….

…she hated pizza….she wanted and craved the bomb ass tacos from down the road….and then her parents handed her an enveloped with a black and white blob as she quirked a brow curiously glancing up from them and the blob before reality slammed down …and guess what….

“We’ll be home more , we moved work and we’ll be around for more…and we’ll spend more time with you….”

And she wasn’t paying attention as she heard a dull ringing in her ear….she felt a rush of different types of emotions…….

….Being the only kid for 16 years…comes with issues because… she had at some point begged for another sibling and she understood then and now that it had been hard for her parents even more because of her for some reason. Her mother always told her that she was and had been a unexpected blessing..so she’d always assumed it ended there. And now…NOW after 16 years they finally decided it was time…or fate whatever higher being ?!!!!

Not only that but , her whole life they’d moved , wandered and explored ….hell after school became worrisome they’d left her in the Americas continue her education. So they weren’t willing to stop for her…but for this tiny little thing that wasn’t even existent….

She hadn’t even realized she’d gone to her room , nor the knocking on her door until the annoying bird that was a constant in her life sat on her bed. He always gave her strangely violent advice like …Jake but…more sagely.

He was currently staring at her as she sighed deeply “I fucked up , huh big bird?” she murmured.

“It’s not set in stone , little worm. You’d be surprised…what one word can do” she sniffled at that as tears welled up in her eyes “Why can’t i do shit right” she huffed wiping her eyes angrily “Sometimes i wonder if life would be easier for them without me…” she murmured as she shuffled to lean against the old birds legs as he patted her head in a affectionate pet kind of way “I assure you it wouldn’t” she snorted “How do you know..oh great spirit guide” she huffed “I just get in the way….i bet there wasn’t even a party with me. They were probably like ‘oh shit…one escaped the condom’ “ she huffed as the bird made a distressed noise “You are -something else , little bug” she shrugged “Normals boring…tried it when i was born…didn’t like it……” she chuckled as the bird smiled “Now wake up” she jolted up in her bed half asleep as she glanced around in pain as she stared at the wound on her palm from the dogs necklace….before screaming at the giant glowing canary eyes……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Note : I hope you liked it and let me know if you want another part 🙂

Have a wonderful Day/Night !!!!!!!!! :) :)

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jupitersmoon167 · 2 years

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My obsession of Moon Knight is starting to take over my creative thought process. I just came up with the idea of a Moon Knight x teen!reader where the reader is the daughter of Marc/Steven (with Jake being more like an uncle figure towards the reader) and Layla. But here’s the kicker: she’s from another dimension where her parents are dead and has taken up the mantle of Moon Knight after her fathers passing.

In my delusional state (I’ve been bedridden with a massive migraine for the past few hours unable to fall asleep), I’ve come up with a plot where America Chavez winds up in the readers dimension (where Marc/Steven/Jake and Layla were both snapped, but never returned cause the avengers never got the stones back, leaving the reader on her own), and the reader decides to join America and protect her from multiversal threats coming to take her power. This all leads to Multiverse of Madness, and after the events of the movie, the reader stays on Earth 616 since she has no one to go back to on her own Earth.

I’d imagine this would take place after Season 1 of Moon Knight, so Jake is Khonshu’s avatar without Marc/Steven knowing. So when Khonshu (of Earth 616) senses another avatar of his, he sends Jake to investigate and to dispose of the “imposter” (when in reality it’s the reader with her own Khonshu (who btw is very protective of her and has become a surrogate parent of sorts to her since her parents were blipped)).

This leads to them fighting, they’re both trading killing blows (which don’t work cause they’re both healing from the suits), and the reader doesn’t know who exactly she’s fighting (other than it’s this Earth’s Moon Knight) until the last second when she recognizes Jake’s voice. And in a moment of disbelief, she whispers “Tío Jake?”

And then…….yeah that’s all I got. There’s bits and pieces after this, but I think I’ve shared enough for one post. Might share more later (who am I kidding, of course I am, I have no self restraint whatsoever).

Edit: I finally made the character sheet for Elina Spector for those who want to see it

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x teen!reader #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #layla el fouly x teen!reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #layla el faouly #Elina Spector

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m4xedout · 1 year

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One fin wonder 4

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maybe for one fin wonder for whatever reason gets like jumpscared by one of mk and kicks him in the dick

i think about that when i’m sad

ANON

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Welcome to one fin wonder! Enjoy :)

Series pairings: steven grant x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, jake lockley x teen!reader, layla el faouly x teen!reader (all platonic, reader is 14)

Content warning: blood, guts, panic attack, reader is a sour little shit about everything, mentions of parents absence and or death

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..."y/n?"

The voice called out to you

You back up into the wall, small tears shedding down your skin and dripping onto the floor

You hold your hands to your mouth and silently cry seeing the dismembered body on the floor, the man in the white suit and glowing eyes slowly walking towards you, hands up in defense not to frighten you even more

"No no..no its okay i'm-"

"THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY" you shout at the man

You wobbled onto the floor, vision going black

The last thing you remember is the man rushing towards you to catch you after your fall

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Your eyes open slowly, and they focus on the man in front of you

"Hey..are you okay?"

You suddenly went into a panic, lifting your foot up and kicking him in the-

"I jus- ARHGH!-"

The man falls into the floor beside you and you back up into the wall

He walked you to your room and placed you onto your bed while you were passed out

And he got rid of the body.

He thought the man hurt a child.

He didn't know he just broke in

Now he feels bad, the man in the mirror reminds him of their job and who they are.

He still isn't used to this.

While the man lays next to you groaning in pain you ask one question.

"Who are you."

No response.

You kick your foot onto his back

"WHO ARE YOU." You day in a louder voice.

"Mmhm.." the man mumbled

"What?" You said confused..

"Moon...knight"the man responded in a British accent, familiar to someone you know..

You were to in shock to call him out on it.

"Holy shit moonknights in my home...what's with the suit?" You ask holding back a giggle.

"The what.." the man murmurs

"I thought you'd be wearing something...cooler, for the 'fist of vengeance'" you air quoted, the man scoffed

"Well why don't youu...lock your windows?" He snapped at you

You gasp in offense

"Well from up this high i didn't think anyone could get in besides fuckin super man!" You snapped back and saw the man's expression change from under the mask

"..what do you want" you ask him

"Well I am the 'fist of-" "no not that!" You whisper shout the man

"..I protect the people of the night.." he said in a low voice.

"..well I don't need protection " as soon as it came out of you mouth he raised your cut up to your face.

"..oh"

"Yeah oh." The man said harshly

" Hey! S'not like you ever came up when I was a kid..I thought super heros didn't exist." You said under you breath but he slightly caught it.

"What was that" the man looked at you, with concern his eyes

You didn't have a 'good' childhood, but you lived through it.

Your mother was a drug addict, as your father was never around.

You always just assumed it was because of you

Well you didn't assume..your mother made it very clear you practically ruined their lives by just being alive.

You were the reason she did all that shit

You were the reason dad was never there

It was all your fault.

"I said...you never came up when I was a kid...if you have the balls to come up now you're obviously just picking and choosing. " you said with a harsh tone in your voice.

"Wha-" "no! You need to get the fuck out of my flat, and never EVER come near me again."

You began to push the man out

The suit changed

It was more intense

The tie was left with a Cresent around his chest

He had a hood and a cape now.

The glow in his eyes wasn't the same anymore.

Whoever the fuck you were just talking to.

Wasn't the real moonknight.

This was worse.

You're fucking dead.

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Tbc..

@80pairsofcrocs @jasminemohmed

#moonknight x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #Layla el faouly x teen! Reader

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welovelouisandbucky · 2 years

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Just a thought hear me out

What if the reader is a single teenparent and they just moved in right across where Steven/Marc/Jake lives but they don't know obviously, but one day when Steven returned from wherever he was and a saw a happy child running towards him and Steven with a v is full on in aww at the little child and gets on knees and picks the child up in his arms when the kid asks him to but then reader comes running to catch her child and she sees her child with him and gets all teary eye cause this is how she imagined how her child and father would look together and Steven gets all anxious and all cause he thinks she might be thinking he's trying to kidnap her kid but then he notices how young the reader and asks her and they have convo then Steven and reader quickly becomes close (platonically ofc) and then reader meets Marc and maybe Jake too one day when something bad happens like the kid gets kidnapped and Jake & Marc gets in full protective mode finds the kid and somehow Khonsu gets attached too to little kid and he helps them to find her/him and rescue kid and takes them back to the reader who is crying all the time when she sees the her child she immediately takes her child into her arms and hugs them tightly 🥺🥺 and all three them there be like🥺🥺🥺 soft

OKAY HERE IS THE LINK OF THE PROLOGUE

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illisius · 2 years

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AYA SPECTOR IS DYING. From the time she was born, the thirteen year old has been battling death with both fists. Always teetering on that dangerous scale between life and death, Aya has spent her short life lying in hospitals and going on adventures. For as much of the world as she’d seen, Aya’s world is really quite small. With all the traveling and appointments, she doesn’t attend formal school and isn’t any less for it. She doesn’t bother with friends and she doesn’t have much family, all dead or distant. Aya has her father and she has her mother, and they are the only people in her world that matter.

But as she takes part in her parents’ cheeky antics, Aya is haunted by a constant countdown in her head: seventeen months, two weeks, and twenty—one days. Trying desperately to remain sane, she knows she must make peace with the world before she leaves it. The apple of her parents’ eye, the light of their lives, Aya will die two months after her fourteenth birthday.

And when her health takes a turn for the worst, her father is nowhere to be found.

Marc Spector went missing two months ago, and when they finally find him again, he no longer goes by that name. In a race against the clock, Aya is drawn into a deadly Egyptian mystery with her mother, Layla El—Faouly, and her father’s alter, Steven Grant. Accepting this reality, Aya knows she needs to tell him that she misses him, that he has to fix things with her mom, that she finally perfected that new punch he showed her.

But mostly she needs to tell him that she was dying.

Aya hopes Marc is still in there. She just has to stay alive long enough to find out.

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justafanficwriter · 1 year

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

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➾ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @dindjarindiaries

Pairing[s] : Din Djarin [The Mandalorian] & Foundling!Reader [Gender Neutral]

Summary : When the streets of Nevarro can no longer satisfy your desires for adventure and belonging, you run headfirst into the Mandalorian — taking you on a journey that will change the two of you forever.

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➾ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @dumbbitchenergy17

Pairing[s] : Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Summary : A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

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➾ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @80pairsofcrocs

Pairing[s] : Steven Grant x [Platonic] Reader, Marc Spector x [Platonic] Reader, Jake Lockley x [Platonic] Reader, & Khonshu x [Platonic] Reader

Summary : In which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god.

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➾ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @yikesitskennawrites

Pairing[s] : Steven Grant x [Platonic] Reader, Marc Spector x [Platonic] Reader, Jake Lockley x [Platonic] Reader, & Layla El Faouly x [Platonic] Reader

Summary : You moved to London after you came back from the blip a year ago. You moved for a new change and a fresh start. Everything was going swell until you nearly get mugged and your strange neighbor is the one to save you. Now, you have the opportunity to learn about the man who has peaked your interest over the past couple of weeks; you’re going to do exactly that.

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➾ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @l3m0ncyan

Pairing[s] : Steven Grant / Marc Spector x Hispanic!Teen!Reader

Summary : Moving from California to London in order to attend her dream school, Y/N L/N has to get used to the different climate and culture. Thinking it would only be her against the city, her across-the-hall neighbor helps her not only unlock her door but to get used to England. With things seeming well, a huge turn in both their lives happens and new secrets come out. Also, now it turns out Y/N has to help her neighbor save the world with the help of a moon god.

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #layal el faouly x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #khonshu x teen!reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #the mandalorian x teen!reader

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anonymousewrites · 27 days

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Two

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Two: In the Flat

Summary: (Y/N) goes to Steven Grant's flat in search of the scarab.

“You must retrieve the scarab.”

Ma’at’s voice spoke directly into (Y/N)’s head as they sat on the bus out of the alps. (Y/N) pulled their phone and headphones out of their pocket. They slipped the earbuds in and pretended to be on a call.

“Harrow doesn’t have it. Marc does,” said (Y/N).

“Marc?”

“Khonshu’s Avatar.”

“I do not trust Khonshu to keep the scarab protected.”

“I can’t fight his Avatar for it.” That wouldn’t end well for (Y/N) at all, even if Marc claimed not to hurt kids.

“No,” Ma’at agreed. “But Harrow knows Khonshu and his avatar. The scarab isn’t safe there.”

That was true. That meant Harrow could track Marc or Steven down and put the scarab in danger.

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

They couldn’t let Harrow get to Ammit. They couldn’t let him harm people. They couldn’t let him find the scarab.

They opened their phone and went to the search bar. Sorry, Steven Grant of the gift shop. I need to figure out where you live.

(Y/N) liked London roofs. They were very easy to sneak around on. (Y/N) was using that precise feature when they arrived at Steven Grant’s apartment. The poor, oblivious man left the window unlocked. (Y/N) opened it easily and slipped inside.

The entire room was covered in books—lots of Egyptian mythology, coincidentally—and filled with places to hide things. The moment before they could start looking, though, the lock clicked.

Shit.

(Y/N) darted to the side and dove under a table. Most of the sides were blocked by various knickknacks and stacks of books, so, hopefully, this would keep them hidden for as long as possible.

“She shouldn’t be here.”

(Y/N) frowned when they heard Marc’s voice. They peered out from between the books and saw a girl and Steven? Marc? No, it was Steven. The way he glanced at his reflection in the aquarium glass was too evident.

Oh.

Just like (Y/N) could hear the truth of the deities walking among the people of Earth, it seemed they could hear the truth of Steven and Marc’s mind. Weird, certainly, but (Y/N) was the avatar of the goddess of truth. Half the population of Earth had been wiped out for five years before being returned. This was pretty minor in the grand scale of things.

“Get her out of here, Steven. You’re way out of your depth,” said Marc.

“Uh, is this your flat, Marc?” said the woman.

“Um, I’m Steven,” said Steven.

“Are you living here with someone else?” asked the woman, staring at the cuffs on the bed.

“No, no, no,” said Steven.

“Okay, so you guys are talking again?” said the woman.

Steven nodded, clearly having no idea what he was talking about.

The woman picked up a book. “Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?”

“Yep,” said Steven. He cleared his throat and spoke one of the poems in French. “I am sad, I want my light put out.”

“Summers in your absence are as dark as a room,” finished the woman and Steven together.

This is extremely awkward and weird, thought (Y/N), really wishing they knew where the scarab was so they could take it and leave.

“She’s my favorite poet,” said Steven.

“Um, no, she’s my favorite,” said the woman, frowning.

And they’re both being honest, thought (Y/N)

“That’s mental,” said Steven.

The woman frowned and crossed to the desk (Y/N) was hiding under.

Shit, shit, shit.

“So you’re learning French and hieroglyphics?” said the woman.

“Yeah, well, that’s not that impressive, really,” said Steven. “It’s not like hieroglyphs are a whole language. It’s more like an—”

“An alphabet,” finished the woman.

“Yeah, and well, you still have to know ancient Egyptian to read it,” said Steven.

“Sure,” said the woman, humoring him but clearly irritated.

(Y/N) was really, really not enjoying this.

“For example, like this one here, right?” said Steven.

“Funeral rites,” said the woman.

“Well, someone knows their unilaterals. You,” said Steven, attempting to tease and stumbling over it terribly. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah…” The woman stared at Steven.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a creepy way,” said Steven.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m not buying this, Marc,” said the woman. “Use whatever accent you want. Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.” She strolled over to the duffel bag and backpack they’d put down. “You sent these papers, but you never signed them.”

(Y/N) peeked out from beneath the desk. The backpack is hers—the woman was going through it with a sense of ownership—so that duffel bag… (Y/N) looked at it. A part of them—their gut, almost never wrong—told them it was Marc’s. The woman thinking Steven was Marc, knowing him, and bringing him back to his (Steven’s) flat supported that. Which means Marc probably hid the scarab in there.

“Did I? Uh…” Steven trailed off as he looked at the papers.

“This is what you wanted,” said the woman. “After everything, you told me that we needed to move on.”

I think Steven is dealing with Marc’s marital issues…

“Divorce…?” said Steven.

“Yeah, we doing this or not?” said the woman.

“I would never divorce you,” said Steven.

Yeah, but you aren’t Marc, thought (Y/N). They pushed that out of their mind and focused. They needed to get over to the duffel bag.

Luckily, marital disputes made for good distractions, so while the woman and Steven spoke, (Y/N) moved from their hiding spot to behind the large bookcase.

“Marc, what are you doing?” said the woman, sighing tiredly.

“Look, you seem absolutely lovely,” said Steven.

(Y/N) looked between them and the duffel bag. So close.

“This Marc, on the other hand, is a right twit. Yeah?” said Steven.

Marc scoffed in the mirror.

Damn, he’s going to see me. (Y/N) frowned. But unless he has control of the body, Steeven isn’t that much of a threat. The woman is an unknown, but if I’m fast enough, I’ll be on the roofs in a moment.

Steven took a step back and sighed. “I don’t know how to explain what’s been happening.”

“Steven,” said Marc in warning.

He’s also distracted, realized (Y/N).

They felt bad taking advantage of emotional distress—they’re felt enough of it themself—but they needed the scarab so that Harrow wouldn’t know where to find it.

“I don’t expect you to believe me,” said Steven, basically pacing.

“Steven, listen to me,” said Marc.

“I honestly don’t really believe myself,” said Steven.

(Y/N) slipped towards the table.

“All I can do is try to show you what I found.”

“Steven, don’t, listen to me,” begged Marc.

“I found a bag of stuff,” said Steven.

“Don’t you dare. You’re gonna get her killed, you hear me?” said Marc.

“What’s in it?” said the woman.

“Don’t say anything,” said Marc.

Steven couldn’t even look back at the woman, he was so nervous.

“If you show Layla that scarab, then you’re when they come after her,” said Marc.

“What’s in it?” repeated Layla.

“Nothing,” said Steven, keeping his face turned from her.

“I’ll just look for myself.”

“Wait, no,” said Steven, panicked, and he turned to grab Layla as she turned to head towards the bag.

Steven froze. Layla froze. (Y/N) froze.

“…Hi.” (Y/N) held the scarab tightly.

“You?!” said Steven, eyes wide.

“You!” said Marc.

“Who?” said Layla.

“Y-You were there—in the village! You were in the van,” said Steven

“Is that the scarab pointing to Ammit’s ushabti?” said Layla, narrowing her eyes.

“Yes,” said (Y/N), moving towards the window slowly.

“Steven, you can’t let them take that. I have to keep it safe,” said Marc.

(Y/N) glanced at him, but Layla moved between them and the window before anything else could happen.

“Marc and I fought side-by-side for that,” said Layla. “I’m not letting you take it, even if he’s trying to do a whole one-man-show thing and keep it to himself.”

(Y/N) liked her spirit, but they had a job to do. “Sorry, but I need to keep this safe, and I don’t think it is with…Marc.”

The woman glanced at Steven.

“I don’t want it!” he said, raising his hands. He was exhausted with it all. “I don’t want it! I swear. Either one of you can have it! I am not Marc Spector, and I want nothing to do with this! I’m just Steven Grant, and I used to work in a gift shop. All I want to is to get help because I’m in trouble.”

(Y/N) felt bad for him. Unlike Marc, he had clearly not been previously aware of the alter, and discovering that and all of the Egyptian-deity stuff was a lot.

“…Fine,” said Layla. “I believe you.” She looked at (Y/N). “But I’m sorry, I can’t let you walk away, either. I need to know it’s safe.”

“We all want the same thing,” said (Y/N), holding the scarab closer. “But I—I have a duty to justice. I can’t leave this here.”

“Steven, take it from them, just take it, it’s dangerous, and Harrow will come and become their problem as well as mine,” said Marc.

A knock sounded at the door.

Everyone fell silent and stared at it.

“Steven Grant? Can we have a word?” said a woman’s voice.

“See? They’ve come for me,” said Steven.

“Why?” said Layla.

“I vandalized the toilet…” said Steven.

The knocking continued.

Steven cleared his throat. “Yeah, just a minute.” He crept towards it and opened it a crack. “Yeah?”

“DC Fitzgerald and DC Kennedy here,” said the woman, showing her ID.

Truth. Even though (Y/N) was certain they were telling the truth, they took a wary step away from the door. They still didn’t trust the scenario. This felt too much like Harrow interceding with his many connections.

“Yeah, one second.”

Layla ran for the window, and (Y/N) went with her after slipping the scarab into their pocket.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m having a bit of a day,” said Steven.

“Mind if we come in, Mr. Grant?” Kennedy didn’t wait for an answer. “Appreciate it.” She pushed in.

(Y/N) didn’t have a chance to escape with Layla and was left in Kennedy and Fitzgerald’s lines of sight.

Oh, no.

For the first time in their life, (Y/N) was caught.

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book-place · 2 years

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Their Surprise

Warnings: slight cursing, kidnapping, violence, death of family, low self esteem, mentions of abuse, mention of house burning down, guns, killing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x teen reader, Layla El- Faouly x teen reader

Request: Could I please request something with the dialogue #10 prompt with a reader with family trauma, (like she comes from a family where her parents hated each other, she suffered with low self-esteem, struggled in school which caused her parents to beat/hit her but only a couple times but enough to traumatize her, then moved to London after her parents divorce and father’s imprisonment followed by his death, followed by her mom and younger brother dying in a car accident which resulted in her ending up in an orphanage for months. Y’know, ✨the good stuff✨ (this is based on my oc i promise lmfao 😭, this was more for just background and context) Anyways, after she ends up running away from the orphanage and meets Marc and Layla after she had an encounter with Harrow’s minions where they try to measure her scale but Marc and Layla ended up saving her and thus the reader ends up joining their journey to defeat Arthur and she also ends up becoming a daughter figure to both of them but specifically to Marc and Steven.

Request by: @listenercenter

*not my gif*

Summary: When you meet Marc and Layla everything changes, but if it’s for the better or worse is not yet decided

A/N: This kind of turned into something similar that I’ve done before, but it’s still different enough where I feel okay to post it; bolded parts are the dialogue prompts

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Letting out a huff of air, you let your head fall backwards, after watching your breath for a moment, towards the sky as your eyes fluttered to a close.

There was a slight breeze in the already cold night, and it lifted and moved your hair slightly, as if playing with it. But eventually it got bored and dropped it back down, leaving you alone and moving on to someone else.

The sound of soft footsteps padding your way caused your eyes to snap open.

It was about one in the morning and you had snuck out to get air as well as some alone time. When you had left you went to a small, nearby park that always looked like a tornado had just blown through it. But you didn’t care, it gave you the privacy you craved at the early hour of the morning.

Your head turned to where the sounds had been coming from, and your vision narrowed in on a man with long hair and a walking cane. There were two people behind, both clad in all black.

The man in the front had his eyes trained on you in a way that made you feel uneasy, so you suddenly turned away, stupidly hoping that when doing so he would disappear.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to defend yourself. You actually knew how to very well. It was just that you were tired, and it would be three grown adults against you, a teenager.

When you were young, your mother and younger brother died in a car accident, leaving you with no living relatives to take you in or take care of you.

When your family had been alive though, none of you were happy together.

You had always struggled with low self esteem and it affected all of your grades negatively, which prompted your parents to hit you. They didn’t do it often, but enough to get the point across that you better shape up or there will be bigger issues at hand. And that alone terrified you.

Not too long after the first time you had been hit, when you were about twelve years old, your parents had gotten a divorce, and you moved to London with your mom and younger brother. The news reached you soon enough about your fathers imprisonment after that.

To the day, you didn’t know what exactly got him sent to prison. From what you knew of your father though, there was probably a long list of charges.

Only two months after moving was when the car crash happened, leaving you to be placed in an orphanage you hated even more than you had hated your former home life.

When though you were still only twelve at the time, you quickly learned that in order to survive, you needed to be able to look after yourself. So you learned some basic self defense moves, and now, four years later, you even had to use them a couple times.

But now, you weren’t so sure if you would be able to get out of this situation with a couple of moves you learned from YouTube.

The thought of running to escape and flew out of your mind, no longer even an idea, as the trio grew closer to you.

The person who appeared to be the leader kneeled down in front of you, causing you to bring your knees up to your chest and move as far back as you could on the little bench.

“Hello there,” His scratchy voice said, “My name is Arthur Harrow. How would you like to be a part of something bigger than all of us? How would you like to be one of the first in our new era?”

What the hell was he going on about? You had never seen this man before in your life, and the ‘Stranger Danger’ bells were finally going off in your head when he grabbed both of your wrists.

With wide eyes, you let out a little yelp and immediately tried to pull your hands out of his, but he was much and stronger than you.

“Shh,” He shushed you, closing his eyes, “Let Ammit do her work.”

You freaked out even more when you saw the scale tattoo on his arm begin to move.

Just as you opened your mouth to call out for help from somebody- anybody- the man in front of you was harshly ripped away and your wrists were once again free.

You immediately cradled them to your chest, taking turns rubbing them soothingly as you looked with still wide eyes at the scene in front of you.

Everybody in your city knew about the new rising vigilantes, Moon Knight, Mr Knight, and the Scarlet Scarab. And it appeared that two of them had come to your aid.

The Scarlet Scarab punched one of the men in black in the throat, not even watching as he fell to the floor before turning and kicking the other woman in the stomach before delivering a blow to her face that send her sprawling back.

Moon Knight had been the one to take Arthur by the shoulder and get him away from you before hitting him in the face.

The long haired man quickly recovered though, and picked up his cane that he had discarded to the ground and hit the man in the stomach.

A mere grunt was heard, but nothing else from him as he swung his arm back and hit him yet again in the face.

Once the woman was sure that the other two people weren’t getting up, she rushed over to you and scanned your huddled up body for injuries.

“Are you okay?” She asked, kind eyes boring into yours.

You felt your head nod shakily, unsure of what you could say.

She seemed to sense the fright in you, and she nodded once, as if to herself, in understanding before putting a reassuring hand on your knee and rubbing circles on it.

Your eyes snapped up at the sound of cursing, and you saw Moon Knight whipping around in circles as he looked for any sign of Harrow, bringing his hands up to his head, “He disappeared.” The man grunted.

Then he sighed and walked over to the two of you.

You eyed him wearily as he approached.

There were rumors going around that Moon Knight was an alien- which you obviously didn’t believe, but right now it made you slightly hesitant, due to the fact that most superheroes didn’t wear masks anymore, they didn’t care if the world knew their identities. And yet he still wore one.

The two seemed to exchange a glance, and he nodded before the mask unveiled around his face right before your eyes. They somehow knew one of the causes of your fear.

You didn’t know what to expect as the cloth pulled away from his face, but he was just a normal guy. Nothing to be scared of.

And that was how you met Marc Spector and Layla El- Faouly.

-•-

It had been three months since you met London's very own vigilantes, and for once, you couldn’t be happier with your life.

After being targeted by Harrow in the park, they had offered to escort you home, but when you had embarrassingly told them that you lived in an orphanage, they didn’t flinch. They simply walked you there instead.

For the next week after that, they constantly came around outside of their vigilante time to check in on you and see how you were doing.

During that span of time, you had learned that Mr Knight and Moon Knight were two very different people in the same body when they introduced you to Steven.

What you hadn’t expected, was for them to adopt you at the end of the first week.

You had thought it was a joke at first, but once you realized that it wasn’t, you cried out of pure joy and leapt into their arms for a long awaited hug.

Now, three months later, you were living with them in their apartment as they continued their seemingly endless search for Arthur Harrow, all while protecting the people of London.

You were currently walking down the street on the way back home with two grocery bags in hand.

Marc and Layla had left in a rush earlier in the morning, saying they had a lead on Harrow, quickly bidding you goodbye and kissing the top of your head before rushing out the door.

It never escaped your notice how hard the two of them worked, so you decided to try to surprise them by making a cake for when they return. Only to find out that they didn’t have any of the ingredients in the kitchen.

You had learned when first moving in that there was a small store only a few blocks away, and you had felt like stretching your legs that day so you walked instead of taking the bus to get there.

In a couple of steps, you would take a turn at a corner and you would be able to see the apartment building, and finally be able to begin your surprise for the two people that had done so much for you.

But that’s when two hands suddenly grabbed you from behind and harshly yanked you into an alleyway, causing you to let out a yelp. Before you could open your mouth once more to scream, something hard hit you over the top of the head.

The hands let go of you, and you felt the whole world spinning as you swayed from side to side. You turned around, eyes already half closed to see a grinning Arthur surrounded by a couple people in black, one of them holding a metal pipe that was streaked with a little bit of blood. Your blood.

Then you were swallowed in darkness.

-•-

You didn’t open your eyes when you first woke up. Instead you stayed laying wherever you were, trying to remember if you took the cake out of the oven or if the apartment was burning down as you just stayed there.

It seemed very possible, because your brain was pounding against your skull in ways that could be caused by a mix of a slept through fire alarm and smoke.

But then it came back to you. Harrow.

Your eyes snapped open, ignoring the shouts of protest that your head was giving, and you took in your surroundings.

You were in a large room, on a bed pushed up against a far wall. The other part of the room appeared to be an office, with a desk and many other tables and chairs scattered around.

It took a lot of effort, but you were able to push yourself into a sitting position so you could examine the room more closely. There were no windows, nor were you bound in anyway to keep you restrained.

“So, we meet again.” Aurthurs voice rang out as he stepped through a door on the other side of the room, a sinister smile on his face.

“What the hell is happening?” Your voice was scratchy from lack of use, leaving you to wonder how long you had been out.

“I believe you know some friends of mine.” The man continued, slowly moving across the room and taking a seat on a chair a couple feet away from your bed.

You didn’t need to ask for you to know who he was talking about, “What the hell do you want with them?”

The man shook his head mockingly and clicked his tongue, “Those three have caused a lot of trouble for me.” He explained slowly, as if talking to a toddler.

“And they’re going to cause even more.” You snapped- ever since you had been adopted your self esteem had finally gone up and you felt more confident in yourself “Once they find out that you have me.”

“Oh, they already know.” The smile on his face made your skin crawl, “In fact-“ He cut himself off as he held a finger up and right on cue there was the sound of shouting and gunshots from outside the door, “They’re here now.”

Without warning, the door was kicked open and in marched a very angry looking Layla, steam was practically coming out of her ears.

God's help anyone that stood in her way.

“I’m going to kill you.” She seethed, deadly glare narrowed in directly on Arthur, a threat that was not in any way to be taken lightly.

He simply grinned, pulling out a gun and pointing it right at you, causing you to stiffen as the weapon was loaded.

Marc walked in seconds later, suit on just like Layla, with his mask gone.

His eyes zoomed in on the sight before him and his wife’s heavily panting form.

“What do you hope to achieve from this, Harrow?” Marc called out from across the room, not daring to take a step closer while your life was on the line.

The man’s face finally dropped its grin and instead was replaced by a sneer, “Revenge. Pay back for what you did to me.” His eyes turned and focused on you, “They did this to you. They’re the reason that you’re about to die.”

While Harrow had all of his attention trained on you, he hadn’t noticed Marc take out moon-shaped weapon and slowly pull his arm back before throwing it at full force towards the man.

It hit him square in the chest and he fell to the ground immediately upon impact, hitting his head on the chair he had previously been sitting on.

Your adopted parents didn’t hesitate to rush over to you, Marc moving to make sure Harrow was unconscious, and Layla to embrace you.

She sat on the bed beside you, holding and comforting you as you cried, “Shh,” She cooed, “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you now… I’ve got you and I’m not letting go. Not ever again.”

You sniffled, pulling your face away from the fabric of her suit to look up at her, “I just wanted to make you guys a cake.”

The two of them chuckled, and Marc walked over and gently held the side of your head as he placed a kiss into your hair, “One thing at a time.”

Like a Bee 🐝- @ip747 @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression @jvdethirlwall

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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jupitersmoon167 · 2 years

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Some 5am thoughts regarding my newest creative blurb featuring teen!Moon Knight reader.

So I’d imagine that since the Khonshu who accompanies reader is from another universe, he doesn’t hold as much power compared to the Khonshu of Earth 616.

This would mean that he can’t protect the reader as well as he wants to (much to his dismay). So while the reader can heal, it just takes longer, especially fatal wounds. For instance, a stab wound could take minutes to heal rather than seconds.

And because of this, I feel like rather than using a variation of the ceremonial armor Marc uses, the reader has a more modern look (while keeping the likeness of the usual armor of course) with more metallic pieces than wrappings covering her vulnerable areas to avoid preventable injuries. And of course the signature cape (that she can remove at anytime to avoid any problems).

Weapon wise, she would use both the crescent knives (which would also come from her chest as well) as well as the escrima sticks Steven uses. The reader would also use a sword (maybe a bronze sword or a khopesh, or whatever blades Layla uses as the Scarlet Scarab) to deal with larger adversaries she comes across in her multidimensional travels with America.

I’ve already come up with a name for this character I’ve created (rather than referring her as reader), so if anyones interested in hearing that, let me know. Or if I should just keep referring her as reader to appeal to the masses. Either way, let me know. More ideas on the way!

Edit: Finally made the character sheet for Elina Spector!

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #layla el fouly x teen!reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #layla el faouly #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #Elina Spector

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80pairsofcrocs · 9 months

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baby scarab || 65

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? kinda angst at the end, many mentions of throwing up, underage drinking, more drunk teen stuff, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

"alright let's go over this again- what time are you supposed to be home?"

"11 at the latest"

"and how will you get home?"

"you pick me up or khonshu walks me home"

"and what do you do if you get uncomfortable?"

"tell evie then call you"

"that's right" marc says and you sigh, feeling your leg bounce up and down due to the nerves.

your first highschool party. technically.

evie went to your school, but you didn't see each other at all. except when she would occasionally walk home.

marc parks the car at the side of the road, and you look over to evies house which was booming with music and colored lights.

and that was when she came out.

she was in a sparkly red dress that only reached to the middle of her thighs, and she had sparkling jewelry in every possible place she could.

you opened the door to step out of the car when you looked down at your own clothing- which consisted of plain black shorts, a white t shirt and jakes leather jacket.

"awwww! you look so cute!" evie compliments and you look down to the sidewalk shyly.

"hey" marc calls out behind you so you turn around. "don't do anything stupid, okay?"

you smile at him. "i won't. i love you guys" you say before shutting the door and walking to evie.

"that guy is familiar.. is he that cabbie that yells at people and causes scenes all the time?" she asks, leading you to the door.

"yeah... that's my dad"

"oh okay- wait- that's your dad?!"

"yeah-"

she interrupts you by laughing. "i've heard him yell the funniest things at people-" she keeps laughing as she opens the door.

you laugh along with her until you see the amount of people inside the house.

evie senses your nerves and turns to you. "if you get overwhelmed just tell me and i can hang out with you in my room if you want" she offers and it makes you feel better about going.

"thank you"

"now- for drinks we have apple juice, water, some sprite, and i think someone brought a bunch of alcohol but i don't drink-" she leads you to the kitchen.

"apple juice?" you ask almost excitedly and evie nods.

"well i can get you some and you can go hang out if you want, get to know people?" she suggests and you nod, walking to the huge living room where there's maybe 15 people dancing about on the floor, and you choose to go stand in the corner of the room and watch everyone as they have fun.

that was when someone came up to you.

"heyyyyy! i haven't seen you before! what's your name?!" a boy looking around your age starts, leaning against the wall next to you.

"i'm.. im y/n"

"ohhhhh! evies friend! i've heard so much about you!!" he slurs out taking a huge gulp of whatever liquid was in his red solo cup.

"uhh.. yeah. i'm evies friend-"

"well i'm bradley it's wonderful to meet you- you're so pretty!" he brings a hand up to brush down the bridge of your nose, making you lean away a bit.

"oh- i'm sorry force of habit" he pulls his hand away and puts it in his pocket.

"my ex used to let me admire her" he looks down at the ground and you watch in shock at the boy's dramatic expression.

"but she cheated on me!" he tears up, leaning to you again and hugging you, spilling all of his drink on the floor.

you just stand there and awkwardly pat his back.

"she- she cheated on me with my brother!" he sobs violently into your shoulder and squeezes his arms tighter around your waist.

evie comes back with your apple juice and looks shocked at the position you're in.

"what happened?" she whispers as she comes up next to you.

"this is my new friend bradley. i think he's wasted or something" you shrug and evie chuckles before rubbing his back, making him let go of you to wipe his tears, by dropping his empty cup on the floor.

he adjusts his beanie you didn't know he had on, which conveniently has embroidered writing on it saying 'sad boi' with a frowny face next to it.

he takes your hand in his and kisses it. "i'm sorry- you're just so pretty- are you single? would you ever cheat on me-?" he asks while still slurring his words together.

evie starts leading him away from you. "she's happily married, now let's go" she starts. "i'm just taking him up to the guest room really quick- i'll be right back" she hands you your cup of juice and you nod.

you look down at the wet spot on the floor from when bradley spilled his drink and cringe, moving to another corner of the room.

trouble just always seems to come your way and another boy approaches you.

"what's that you're drinking?" he asks nodding his head at you.

you just stare at him for a moment. "apple juice"

he lets out a single laugh. "yeah? and what else?" he asks completely serious.

you just stare at him again. "it's just apple juice-"

"awww, you got invited to a party and you're not even gonna drink? just a little bit?" he talks to you in a tone a mother would her child.

"no."

"come on, just take a sip" he holds his cup out to you and you look inside it, just seeing clear liquid. you could smell it from there and you lean your head away from it.

he chuckles again. "this your first time? come on, just a little"

"no thank you-"

"what are you? chicken?" he scoffs with a smile.

"what? no!" you get defensive, standing up straight.

"yes you are! just take a sip you pussy!" he shouts, making a couple people turn around to watch the exchange.

you notice the cup was about half full of probably many different kinds of alcohol, so you yank it from his hand and chug the whole thing in one breath.

you throw the cup down while the small crowd watching you cheers in delight.

you feel a sudden urge of confidence as a girl comes up to you while her friend pours both vodka and tequila in a red cup at the same time until it was almost all the way full.

you look to the boy from before and he nods. "come on my new friend! don't pussy out!" he jokes and you take the cup, again chugging the whole thing without taking a breath.

the crowd goes wild as you wipe the excess liquid from your mouth and you start coughing due to the sting of the burning sensation in your throat.

you throw the cup down again. "another!" you yell, causing the boy next to you to pour the tequila into your apple juice.

you take a breath before chugging that as well, then crushing the cup in your hand after feeling your stomach gurgle.

you put a hand to your stomach and breath slowly, feeling something reach your head.

now everything felt.. fuzzy. like when you try on your friends glasses and see how blind they truly are.

or taking your own glasses off and not being able to see shit.

you stumble back into the wall behind you and the boy wraps an arm around your shoulder and shoves another drink in your hand.

"drink up, you're the life of the party now!" he shouts, earning cheering from everyone again, who's attentions were all on you.

you slowly bring the cup to your lips when evie takes it from you, and you get surprised at the fact that she appeared out of no where.

"what are you doing?" she asks and then turns to the boy that still had an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"did you pressure her into doing this?" she asks him angrily and he moves closer to you.

"nah, she just isn't a pussy" he looks over to you and turns your head towards him with his thumb and forefinger on your chin.

before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours and when you realized it you pushed him away and tripped him so that he was on the ground below you.

you bent down and grabbed a handful of his shirt and got in his face. "what the fuck is wrong with you?! you can't just kiss someone like that- i have a boyfriend!" you slam him back down and walk away, evie following you.

you find yourself in her kitchen, which was void of people, sitting at the island on a barstool.

"you okay?" she rubs your arm. "i'm so sorry about him- he's always like that"

"why are you friends with him?" you counter and she sighs, sitting on the stool next to you.

"he acts all goody goody in front of my parents and blackmails me into inviting him to parties" she says and you look to her.

"that.. that's not right.." you shake your head and she smiles at you.

"it's okay. he's just annoying" she scoffs and you let out a laugh.

"yeah like who just kisses someone like that- i don't even know his name!" you laugh again. "oh my god casper is going to be so mad at me. "you mumble, putting your head in your hands.

evie rubs your back. "he's not, he'll understand" she starts. "do you want to come dance with me?"

~~~

a couple hours later- about 10:30- you were guzzling down all the drinks people were shoving in your face.

they were all cheering you on for not passing out considering you've probably drank the equivalent of a whole bottle of vodka of all the types of alcohol in the house.

you were just about to drink some more when evie approached you again.

"heyyyy y/n- how about we take a break-"

"but evie! i'm not a pussy!" you retort and she takes your wrist and drags you from the crowd.

"hey- why'd you do that..?" you manage to slur out.

"i think it's time for you to go home- but! i had fun! and you had fun and i'll invite you over again but i think it's passed your bedtime"

"i ain't got a bedtime-"

"yes you do, now are you okay to walk home?"

"yeah i got someone"

"...okay.. well i'll see you later okay?" she leads you to the door and you adjust your jacket.

"y-yeah" you stutter, then hiccup.

evie softly smiles at you before closing the door and khonshu appears behind you.

"you are not well" he says and you turn around slowly, and stumble down the stairs from evie's house.

"i'm fine- m' jus' tired all of a sudden" you close your eyes for a second and when you open them you're right in front of the door to the apartment.

"what.."

"i am a god. don't be stupid" khonshu says, walking through the wall into the apartment, and you try to do the same only to end up hitting your head on the door.

"fuck!" you shout, trying to get the key out of your pocket to unlock the door.

let's just say when you get inside, marc is giving you a really weird look as you try to lock the door again.

"did you have fun..?" he asks, getting up off the couch to approach you and you struggle to get your shoes off.

"yeahhh" you say, almost tripping off your shoes to go and hug marc, leaning all your weight against him.

he was surprised until he smelt a familiar aroma. he takes your face in his hands and sees how bloodshot they are.

"have you been drinking?" he asks and you nod.

"i had some apple juice" you start laughing.

marc looks down at you in shock. "you- you reek of alcohol" he tells you and you look back up at him.

"well b'cause i'm not a pussy" you explain and he sighs.

"dude she is drunk" jake points out.

"i think you mean wasted" steven corrects.

"hey i can hear you!" you yell at the mirror, seeing steven put his hands up in surrender.

"and i'm not drunk!"

"oh yeah? tell the time" marc argues.

you slowly turn to the digital clock on the oven. "i am not drunk!" you say to the clock and marc sighs tiredly.

marc takes both your shoulders and guides you to your room. "you stay here, i doubt you've eaten anything lately" he makes you sit down on your bed to go get pop tarts from the kitchen.

you sit and begin to not feel well, like as if you swallowed acid.

marc comes back and see you visibly turning pale- and rushes you to the bathroom.

right as you get there you empty your guts into the toilet- and it burns even worse coming back up than it did going down.

you threw up for almost a whole minute and once you were done you were a sobbing mess.

marc carefully wiped the puke from your bottom lip with a wet towel, and used a different one to place against your forehead.

"take it easy-"

"dad! i'm sorry! i- i was being called a pussy for not drinking an' i don't like being made fun of anymore for i drank a little bit!" you cry, and marc just picks you up and carries you to your bed, setting you down and adjusting the cold cloth on your forehead.

"it's okay, kid. we'll talk in the morning okay? we love you" he says, gesturing to the pop tarts and glass of water. "please drink some water, okay"

"goodnight darling"

"buenas noches, dulce niña"

~~~

you woke up twice in the middle of the night to throw up.

and both times your dads were there to calm you down and make you drink water so you didn't get a headache.

they brought you pedro and luna who cuddled with you, knowing somehow that you were sick and needed a pick me up.

and it was the dreaded morning now, where you woke up with a pounding, ear splitting headache.

you groan and squeeze your eyes shut, running your hand down your face only to open your eyes and see steven sitting at your windowsill reading a book.

"what.. what are you doing..?" you grumble, trying to adjust to the light.

steven closes his book and sets it down beside him. "care to tell us why you came home drunk?" he asks.

"i don't know.." you say quietly, still feeling some effects of the alcohol. "i just.. it happened so fast" you sit up and sway a bit where you sit.

steven looks at you expectingly and you look away from him. "look- i didn't know there were drinks there-"

"so why did you do it?" marc asks, deciding to front. "do you know what underage drinking can do to you? you could've been poisoned" he starts and you scoff.

"poisoned by a bunch of seniors?"

"don't get smart with me right now. we can't keep fighting y/n" he ends quietly.

"it's been months since our last argument, but i can't let this slide" he says, making you look over to him sadly. "please explain yourself. and don't lie, please"

you look over to marc before starting. "this guy.. he kept calling me a pussy so i only drank a little bit.. at first" you add at the end.

"and everyone started cheering- so i took that as a good thing- so i started chugging cups of.."

"cups of what?" jake asks from your mirror.

you shrug nervously and marc shakes his head.

"that's extremely dangerous, y/n. you're lucky there wasn't anything too toxic in it- you could've gotten very sick!" he shouts and you nod.

"i really regret it.... i really shouldn't have done it. i feel like shit right now" you tell them honestly and marc nods.

"we need you to promise anything like this won't happen again" marc says and you nod.

"i promise dad- i mean it" you look into his eyes as you promise.

he nods and helps you up off your bed to bring you into a hug. you hug marc back until you feel your stomach acting up again.

jake sensed something was wrong and fronted to rush you to the bathroom.

once you got there you knelt in front of the toilet and spilled your guts again.

jake watched in pity as you finished, flushed the toilet and sat back against the bathtub on the floor.

you looked up at jake. "i'm sorry papa.." you whispered, looking down at the floor after.

"just.. clean up the kitchen and scoop the litter box. that's all for now" he tells you, so you smile and stand up, hugging him before he gently pushes you back.

"brush your teeth first, puke breath"

"fuck you, papa"

~~~

and of course, all three of your dads were thinking about all the activities from last night even after the first time you were forced to go to bed.

the first time you woke up, it was to call casper. to tell him you were drunk and that somebody kissed you and you felt super bad- and you needed to make sure he still loved you.

he said yes even though you were crying so hard you were drooling all over yourself.

and then you got forced to go back to sleep.

and then when you woke up the second time, it was because you were hungry- no, starving.

you ate two packages of pop tarts and some black olives. you almost ate the raspberries before marc hurried in because he heard noise, and helped you as you threw up again.

you slept soundly throughout the rest of the night, and now back to the present.

you ate some plain toast on the couch next to steven and the cats, who were cuddling on the armrest to your right.

"you feeling any better?" steven asks and you nod.

"thank you" you start. "definitely never doing that shit again- i hate throwing up" you shiver at the thought.

"glad you learned your lesson" steven says, and you lean your head against his shoulder as you start to fall asleep again.

steven smiles down at you, turning the tv off so he could get some sleep as well.

a nice sleepy morning for all of you, without anything to worry about at the moment.

except the fact you got wasted the night before and threw up a bunch.

but you'll be okay.

you'll all be okay.

~~~

A/N : love you guys, and i know exactly how many chapters are left >:)

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