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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Prologue

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Prologue: On the Precipice

Summary: In 2018, (Y/N) discovers grief as people turn to dust and the world turns to chaos.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Burden of Truth! Kind of a rough beginning, but, hey, how else do you become an Avatar to a god? Anyways, housekeeping: This is a platonic fic, so anyone who suggests anything inappropriate between an adult and minor will be blocked and deleted. That's pretty much it, but I wanted to make it clear. As for the actual fic, there aren't any warnings other than the violence that Marvel shows. I'm really excited to share this series! Please feel free to comment since I'm always up to answering questions and replying to comments. Plus it makes me keep writing. Without further ado, though, please enjoy!

2018…

(Y/N) gasped for breath, but their lungs refused to bring in the air they needed. Every limb ached, and their heart beat against their chest. It stuttered, refusing to work correctly. The edges of (Y/N)’s visions blurred to black.

Everything had gone wrong. They had thought this summer would be a beautiful one, traveling with their parents. Egypt was lovely, and (Y/N) liked to listen to their parents—anthropology and history professors—tell them about the rich history and culture of the country.

Plus, they were far away from New York where strange aliens had recently attacked and fought Iron Man and a strange wizard. They were safe with their family and free to enjoy themself.

And then people turned to dust.

Screams echoed as loved ones disappeared before people’s very eyes. Cars crashed without drivers. Buses overturned and threw out people and sand. Cries went out as crashes sent metal through limbs—through torsos.

Through (Y/N)’s torso.

(Y/N) couldn’t even move to cover their chest as it bled. They didn’t try to. They knew they were dying. They didn’t want to (gods, please, no, I don’t want this I don’t want this) but they were.

And they couldn’t even reach out to hold their mom and dad’s hands. (Y/N) felt like a child again, but unlike nightmares, they couldn’t run to their parents’ arms to feel safe. Even if they could, the chill of death had already taken their parents’ warmth and comfort.

(Y/N) wished they’d all turned to dust. This was violent, painful, agonizing. Their parents had laid beside them in distress, calling out for help and rescue, dying. No one had come.

And now (Y/N) was alone—the world hadn’t even been kind enough to let them die before their parents.

This was just so wrong. Unfair. Unjust.

“It is unjust.” A calm voice spoke.

(Y/N) didn’t move. They couldn’t, and they were already dying. Their situation couldn’t get worse.

“I can feel your pain.”

This time, a woman, taller than humanely possible, appeared in their line of sight. She knelt among the dust and bodies of the bus and gazed at (Y/N).

She was Egyptian, dressed in a red gown, and wore an intricate necklace of gold and turquoise. Multicolored Sleeves swept out with her arms like wings. Silky black hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyes were lined in kohl. An ostrich feather stood in a circlet and swayed in the wind.

(Y/N)’s eyes landed on the feather, and something in their chest pulled towards it.

The woman tilted her head and watched them in assessment. “You sense the truth.”

“Who…” (Y/N)’s hoarse voice died.

“I am the goddess Ma’at.” The wind whipped around her as she spoke. “I am in search of a guardian. To uphold justice in the face of wrongdoing. To protect harmony from discord. To defend truth from falsehood.”

(Y/N) coughed, and Ma’at tilted her head.

“I can see the truth in your heart. You want justice for everyone who suffers like you,” said Ma’at. She leaned in. “Pledge yourself to me, pledge yourself to the truth, and I will give you the life to do so.”

(Y/N) looked into Ma’at’s eyes and summoned all their strength left.

“Yes.”

2023…

(Y/N) crouched on the roof and dropped onto the balcony below them. The house around them was quiet. The security guards were clueless to their approach, which was just fine. They didn’t want any attention.

(Y/N) opened the sliding door of the balcony and slipped into the display room. They glanced around themself in distaste. None of the artifacts in glass cases belonged to the owner of this house. He’d “acquired” them in the aftermath of the Blip left countries in disarray, just so like many others.

After the return of the Blipped, the problem of stolen artifacts had only gotten worse since the chaos had begun again, letting more people profit off the displaced people and their possessions.

(Y/N) had spent years repatriating the stolen relics from the aftermath of the Blip. This man, Mr. Medrano, was among the worst offenders. He lied about his findings as an “archaeologist” and stole what he needed for glory. And along the way, he removed any competition. A thief, a liar, and a killer. Medrano was a man who brought injustice of all kinds to the world.

And that was precisely what (Y/N) stood against—what Ma’at stood against.

(Y/N) stopped in front of a case of Egyptian artifacts. Their eyes scanned the contents for the relic they were supposed to bring back to Egypt (send back, really, by way of another person. (Y/N) was still just a teenager, so they couldn’t send it back themself without raising suspicions. Luckily, putting something in a hidden box and not showing their face did the trick).

(Y/N) frowned. The hieroglyphic tablet of Tethering wasn’t on the wall. It seemed they were later than expected, and Medrano had begun to work on translation.

Which means it’ll be in his office.

(Y/N) went to the door of the display room and peeked outside. No light, no movement. They moved into the hall and crept down towards the room at the other side of the house. Making sure their gloves were on—no sense leaving fingerprints—(Y/N) reached out and felt the door handle.

The door was unlocked.

Gently, (Y/N) opened it.

Shick!

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they took a step back. A man in a white, bandage-like suit stood above Medrano. He pulled two crescent-shaped blades from his chest, and Medrano’s body slumped to the ground. The man paused and looked towards the door, the moon sighting the crescent-illusion in his hood and the symbol on the forehead and chest.

“There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here,” said the man, but (Y/N) felt in their heart that he wasn’t speaking to them.

“Does it matter? Your job is to punish the wrongdoers in this mansion.”

(Y/N) blinked as they heard a voice echo from behind them. It was a god’s voice. Not Ma’at, no, but most definitely a deity.

“I won’t hurt a kid, Khonshu,” snapped the avatar, and his hood folded back.

(Y/N) turned around and found themself staring up (really up) at a half-man, half-bird skeleton in white wrappings. This was Khonshu.

“I’m not a wrongdoer,” said (Y/N) to Khonshu, holding up their hands. “I’m, uh, an Avatar.”

At that, Khonshu and man stopped.

“You can see him?” said the man, frowning warily.

“I’m the Avatar of Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted. They weren’t used to saying that. “She’s the goddess of truth.” They could see the “truth” of the world more than others, and that included the gods that walked among them.

“That ostrich is interfering with my work,” said Khonshu, irritated.

“You are the one who is not supposed to interfere with human business,” said Ma’at’s calm voice, and (Y/N) glanced at the office’s large window to find her sitting on the sill.

Khonshu’s avatar looked at the window but saw nothing. “Is another god here?”

(Y/N) nodded sharply. This was a little too much. They were used to working by themself.

“You are doing the exact same thing,” said Khonshu.

“I am returning artifacts to our people,” said Ma’at. “I am not interfering in human life more than that.” She glanced at Medrano’s body. “Unlike some.”

Khonshu tsked. “I am delivering justice.”

“A type, yes,” said Ma’at.

“Ma’at,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I’m going to take the tablet..”

“Go ahead, (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “Khonshu will not harm you. You have done no wrong.”

“They interfered with my work,” said Khonshu.

“Irritating is not wrongdoing,” said Ma’at.

(Y/N) decided to leave before the gods continued to argue. It made them uncomfortable. Then again, a lot of interaction did. (Y/N) hadn’t really gotten to slow down and make friends after 2018, so they’d grown used to their own company (or Ma’at’s). Everything else was business, and anything more was out of their realm of understanding.

(Y/N) opened their bag and slipped the wrapped tablet carefully from the table inside. They looked decidedly away from Medrano’s body, glanced at Khonshu’s avatar, and left the room.

If that’s what Avatars and gods outside of themself and Ma’at were like, (Y/N) didn’t want to meet them.

2025…

“(Y/N).”

The now-seventeen-year-old raised their eyes from the book they were reading. “Yes, Ma’at?”

“I have an important job for you.”

(Y/N) frowned. Ma’at never described anything as “important.” Necessary? Yes. Important? No. Everything was equally pertinent to upholding justice and order to Ma’at.

“I need you to retrieve a scarab.”

“Who stole it?” asked (Y/N).

“You are.”

(Y/N) looked at Ma’at in surprise. “What?” Ma’at disliked any injustice or unlawful actions.

“You are stealing the scarab of Ammit,” said Ma’at.

Ammit.

Ammit ruled the scales in the Judgement of the Dead. Ma’at was the Feather of Truth against which human hearts were weighed. One had abandoned true justice; one continued to defend it.

And (Y/N) was stuck in the middle with the burden to protect the truth of it all.

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theseawakes · 1 year

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Glimpse of Past (Marc Spector x teen!reader

summary: Marc emphatize with you when you showed up at his door and shared your past.

warnings: child abuse, death (mentioned) (lmk if I missed anything)

request: "Could I request a moonknight x teen reader (platonic) where reader usually helps them with finding people or finding information, kind of like “guy in chair”. And they often spend late nights helping Steven, Jake and Marc not spending a lot of time at home. Maybe Steven questions it but reader kinda shrugs it off. Then one day reader shows up covered in bruises and all of them tries to find out what happened but reader doesn’t want to tell them but then reveals that it was one of reader’s parents. And Marc becomes really protective because of what happened to him when he was a kid. You can decide the ending if you want but I would love to see some Hurt/Comfort."

a/n: I'm sorry I only did it with Marc, I sorta wrote it to take set right after incidents in season 1 with reader not knowing Steven and Jake yet

Marc Spector wasn't the one who worked well with people, but he eventually got a hang of it, thanks to you.

The mercenary never intended to have someone working off-screen for him. You were a threat. You came too close to Marc's secret job for his liking, prying on his night activities and even providing proof. Khonshu was telling Marc to get rid of you, but you butted him first by signing yourself to work with him. Marc couldn't risk someone knowing his night profession, and he didn't wanna kill a child. And judging your ability to be able to uncover the whole Moon Knight thing just reveals that you could be more than useful. So work with him, you did.

Yet earning the certain Spector's trust was hard. There were more than a handful of times when you gotta prove to him that you were, indeed, more than useful for him to fully trust you. Which you consider weird because he was the one who saved you from "getting rid of."

The crescent moon turned into full then turned anew. You found yourself rather at home with Marc than at your actual house. Oftentimes, you spend days with him even if he doesn't go on missions. As much as Marc hated to admit, he does enjoy it too. He enjoys hearing your antics in the comms, he enjoys hearing you read a book of pun jokes and coming home to you spreading out on the couch after a long mission.

You left him with a note that says, "I'll be back soon" once and have never been back ever since. His worry starts to grow as high as those skyscraper buildings. It's been weeks and Marc couldn't find any sign of your existence. Nevertheless, he prayed to anyone listening to him to keep you safe.

You are, in fact, not safe

Your hand trails on the newly made black eye on your face. A wince was shown on your reflection in the mirror.

You never intended to go home. You never wanted to go home. You were going to buy something in a store when you accidentally crashed into one of your father's friends. They immediately took you back to him and he was beyond furious. He locked you in your room for days and only opened the door to feed or beat you.

He had thrown out all your electronic devices; he made sure to cut any way of communication with the outside world so you weren't able to reach Marc. You were glad you left your camera in Marc's place, it was a gift from your late brother, the one you used to spy on Marc.

Your father let you out recently because he needs help to do chores. You still get beatings if you don't do exactly what he says. The newest black eye was obtained from dropping a bottle of beer because your hand hurts from his beatings.

Sighing heavily, you looked outside the bathroom when you heard a knock on the door.

The man sitting on the armchair paid no attention to it, locking his eyes on the TV. He, however, bitterly spat, "Get the door, they're my friends."

"Why don't you get it yourself?" You whispered under your breath, thinking he couldn't hear you. He did.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Your body flinched when you heard his boots making their way to where you are. "You should be glad I let you out that room." A slap. "You ungrateful bastard of a child." Another slap. "You should be glad I even spared your life!" This one almost sends you to the floor, but his hands pull you by your collar and smash your body to the nearest wall. "You took everything from me. My wife, my son, my good and perfect life with them!"

Your body made contact with the cold hard sink before falling to the floor. Groaning in pain, you felt another thing stomping your abdomen several times. After what felt like forever, your father finally stopped. With your final energy, you look at the front door. Seeing as your father and his friends were occupied by the TV, you dashed out of the bathroom and eventually out of the house. They noticed, of course, but you didn't care, all you cared about was running away as far as you can. You run to the only place you had in mind. The last thing you remember was knocking your hand on the familiar dark wooden door.

Marc scanned your sleeping form on the couch, noting the many differences between your usual self before your disappearance and now. Your clothes looked more like it's hanging on your body. Dark spots are circling your eyes with a slight dark blue color on one of them. Your skin is littered with bruises; purple, blue, even yellow. You look so… fragile. Totally different from the last time he saw you.

The time Marc realized you were not coming back or went "missing", he tried to find you by asking people he knows who know you. He tried looking and digging for information on where you live since you never told him. But he found nothing.

When he opened the door and saw you, he was beyond relieved to know that you were still alive. However, his heart dropped the moment he looked into your eyes. The sight was too familiar to him. He swore he caught a glimpse of himself inside those E/C eyes. And that was all he needed to know about your state before carrying your collapsed body to the couch.

The Khonshu Avatar watched as your eyes fluttered open, squinting a few times to adjust the light. Your head turned to see him despite it throbbing terribly. Tears clouded your blurry vision but you could still see Marc moving towards you. Your eyes widened in realization of someone coming towards you. With a jerk, you stand up and immediately back away from the person.

"Y/N?" Marc questioned.

You looked down as your feet kept dragging you away from the man. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I promise! I– it was my fault, I'm sorry, I am. I didn't mean to disobey you, I didn't mean to kill them, I'm sorry, please don't hit me, I didn't mean—"

"Y/N, it's me, it's Marc." Marc tried to cut you but failed as you replayed your muttering again and again and he'd be lying if that didn't shatter his heart. "Bud, it's all fine. You're alright. They can't get you here. You're safe," he made his voice as soft as he could.

His arms gently reach out for your shaking figure. The mercenary is fighting back the tears that started to form in his eyes. Alarms blazed in his head when you tried to hit your head. As if out of instinct, he leaped to engulf you in his arms, preventing you from hurting yourself. He could still hear you mutter through your tears, "stupid me, I shouldn't have– I shouldn't –"

"Shh, stop it, Y/N, please don't hurt yourself. You're alright, I've got you. It's alright. Follow my breathing, okay? In, 1 2 3, hold it, out 1 2 3. Come on, you can do it. Again." You followed Marc's instructions, breathing in and out with him. Marc's hand never stopped circling your back to calm you down and it worked. Once your crying has reduced into small hiccups, you clung onto the back of his shirt as he rocks you back and forth. "There you go, better?"

You moved your head up and down while wiping a single tear. "Yeah," you answered. Looking up at the man, you noticed his eyes were a bit puffy too. Has he been crying? "I'm sorry, Marc."

The dark-haired man patted your head softly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"They died because of me, my mom and my brother." You paused. "She died giving me a chance to live in this cruel world, and he died saving me to continue living in it. I don't need him to remind me every chance he gets that I killed them because I already live with the guilt every day."

The confession you made sent a jab to his heart. He knows how it feels to be in your shoes. He knows it all too well. When he looked inside your eyes he saw a glimpse of his past, and that was all he needed to know what happened. It was exactly what happened to him, and it pained him to acknowledge it. Marc pulled you into another embrace when your tears started spilling out again. Then somehow when he glanced at the top of your head, he saw the hair that belonged to his younger self, which only caused him to pull you closer.

"It wasn't your fault, kid," he replayed what Steven said to him on their trip down memory lane. "It wasn't your fault that they died. It wasn't anyone's."

Marc's words only trigger more tears to come out of your eyes. You tighten your grip around him, allowing yourself to break down in his arms. It wasn't after a few minutes that you had calmed down. "I don't wanna go back there."

"You don't have to. We'll sort things out later. For now, let's tend those bruises, eh?" Marc helped you get to the couch before he went to grab the med kit. When he was about to get back, you jumped off the couch.

"The scarab!" you shouted, now remembering that Marc had gone for the scarab before you were taken back to your house. The pain going through your body made you wince. "What happened to the scarab? Did you find it?"

The Moon God's avatar ignored your question as he hurried to your place to sit you back down and gave you an ice pack for your black eye. He hesitated to answer you for a moment, afraid of what your reactions might occur. "I did. I saved the world. Kinda."

"What!?" There it is, the reaction. You stood up again, ignoring the pain this time. "You saved the world!? How? What did you do? What happened?"

Marc sighed. "Will you sit back down? You're in pain."

"Please, this is nothing more than knowing you saved the world without me." You scoffed, earning a chuckle from Marc.

"Alright, fine, I'll tell you everything. Now sit back down, kid." You lowered yourself to the couch again, watching Marc start to tend your bruises. "It happened in Cairo."

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sadlyghost · 2 years

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Hi hello! I just saw your works about moon knight and I absolutely love it. The relationship you write between the character and the reader?? Absolutely fantastic. I wanna request marc with teen!reader (they're friends because the reader used to spend time at the museum steven used to work at). It's set after the ending of moonknight. the reader is attacked by one of the remaining Harrow's cult members in order to get information about marc and it's just, angst feelings. The two of them go Marc's apartment and he comforts the reader. It's kind of basic but I love to see how it turns out with you writing it. Thank you and have a good day!

[CONTENT WARNINGS]: Stalking, kidnapping, physical violence, injuries, death threats, ANGSTT, self depricating thoughts, crying.

Summary: You're attacked and kidnapped to get information about Marc. After he saves and comforts you, you learn who Moon Knight really is.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Reader

Words: 3.7k

A/N: If you want to skip most of the content warnings, then feel free to just read the second half (I really like the conversation I wrote between them haha).

Walking the city streets was like second nature to you. You had grown up in this area and called it your home. The local corner cafe was just one of your favourite parts of the area.

But walking the city streets at night, was a slightly different story. You knew the area well, so you had no fear of being lost. But that doesn't mean that the streets were free of people lurking around and waiting to hurt others.

While making your way down the streets, you began to feel the strangest feeling - as if you were being followed. A shiver up your spine, a moving shadow, a faint footstep. Your brain was suddenly on high alert and you began to notice anything unusual thing around you. You didn't want to look behind you incase someone really was following you. Surely you're brain was just spooking you out, right? Nevertheless, your heart rate still increased as your steps quickened.

You could see your destination at the end of the street. A small cafe, warm and safe.

A sound behind you startled you as you automatically whipped your head around to see a tall man walking towards you. His attire looked that of a normal citizen, but the expression on his face made your stomach churn. He wasn't racing towards you, just taking long strides as the distance between the two of you shortened.

You quickly came back to your senses and begun stepping faster down the street, glancing behind you every couple of steps to check if the man was still following you. He was.

In a state of panic and desperation, you quickly pulled out your phone, dialling the first number you could find. You began to run down he street as you held the phone to your ear, hoping to god that you were over thinking this and that you'd get home safetly.

Your call went through as Marc picked up.

"Hey kid, whats up?" he asks casually, not yet noticing your panicked breaths.

"Marc! I think someone is-" your voice cut off as the phone was hit out of your grip, a hand quickly covering your mouth as your arms were held behind your back, the man pulling you into the nearest alley way.

You struggled to pull away from the man, but he was just too strong, your efforts were for nothing. No matter how much you kicked and thrashed, screamed and hit, it had no effect. You were useless against the attacker.

You felt your body losing strength as the hand over your mouth restricted your oxygen. You could hear a faint voice from your cracked phone on the ground, probably Marc freaking out, but you couldn't make out the words as everything became just a meaningless blur and you passed out.

You woke up, head pounding and body weak. As your vision began to focus, and your mind cleared, you found that you were tied to a tree in the middle of a forest. A surge of panic passed through you as you immediately began to struggle against the rope around your wrists, pulling with your remaining energy, only to be left with a rope burn, no closer to escaping whatever horrible situation you had ended up in.

Your eyes became teary as you looked around in desperation.

"Help!" you called out, only hearing your own echo in return. "Someone help me!" you screamed. You heard footsteps approaching from somewhere behind you, though they didn't sound friendly at all. You recognised those long strides as the scary man who had been following you.

You squirmed more, trying again to pull from the ropes and away from the tree. The man towered over you and you froze, suddenly feeling very small, vulnerable and weak.

"I only wish my sins will be forgiven by Ammit when I finally find the man who ruined her plan for our perfect world," he says, his eyes staring into yours uncomfortably. You were confused, what was he even talking about?

"You know this man don't you? The one who ruined everything, the one who took Ammit away from me. The one who ruined our vision," he accuses. You quickly shake your head, feeling extremely fearful.

"N-no...I don't," your voice shakes.

"So you do not know a man by the name of Marc Spector?" he inquires. You freeze. Marc? What did Marc have to do with this? How did this scary guy even know about Marc?

The man noticed your shocked reaction, chuckling to himself.

"As I thought, you know the Moon Knight. Now, you are going to tell me the location of Marc Spector, so I can right his wrongs, or you are going to die."

Your confusion was only increasing. You had heard of Moon Knight, a new vigalante in the area but you hadn't put much thought into who it might be. Was this man insinuating that Marc was actually Moon Knight? There was no way that was possible. You wouldn't believe it.

The man steps even closer to you, harshly grabbing your face in with his hand.

"Tell me the location of Marc Spector!" he spits out. You try shrink away from him as you shake in fear, feeling extremely intimidated and threatened.

"I d-don't know...." you stutter out. It sounded like this guy wanted to hurt Marc. You couldn't let that happen. For as long as you could, you'd refuse to answer this man's questions. You had to protect Marc if that was the least you could do.

Meanwhile, Marc paced frantically, wracking his brain for possibilites of where you might be so that he could find you.

After you had called him and he heard you struggling in the background just before your phone disconnected, he immediately tracked down the location of your phone. Unsuprisingly, he found it near your favourite local cafe. What concerned him was the fact that it had been smashed and that you were no where to be found in the area. You were still young, so someone could of easily overpowered and taken you away.

Marc continued pacing back and forth in his apartment, holding your phone tightly in his hand. Whoever took you obviously had malicious intentions. Whatever the reason, it had to be bad. Where they took you, he had no idea. But he was desperate to find you and the only solution he could think of involved asking his least favourite god for help. Khonshu.

Putting his pride aside, he begged for the god to help find you. Khonshu, being the manipulative god that he is only agreed to help for a price.

"I will help find the human, Spector, but it will cost you," Khonshu says, voice deep and steady.

"Anything, I'll give you anything," Marc agrees, voice desperate. Who knows what could be happening to you while he searches. He needed to find you, and quickly.

"Your service to me will be extended," the god states unclearly. "That is the deal that I offer you. Do you accept?"

He had to accept the vauge offer, otherwise he had no hope of finding you. Whatever torment Khonshu had planned for Marc would be worth it, if only he could ensure you were safe.

"I accept," Marc agrees.

"I shall search for the human from the night skys. The sky can show me their location. I will inform you when they are found," Khonshu explains before disappearing.

You leaned weakly against the tree behind you. You could feel your wrists burning against the ropes after all of your struggling to escape.

The man who had captured you glared at you, him casually leaning against another tree trunk, his appearance only slightly illuminated by the moonlight peaking through the forest roof.

"If you tell me Marc Spectors location, I'm sure Ammit will forgive you of your own sins, as your actions will aid her in her goal," he states. You didn't understand who this Ammit person was. This man made no sense to you.

At your silence, he stepped away from the tree, slowly walking up to you, his expression darker than before.

"But if you continue to refuse to tell me, I will have to enact her punishment for her and cleanse the world of a sinner such as yourself," he threatens. You gulp and let out a shaky breath.

"Moon Knight is a violent vigilante. This Marc Spector is not the person you think he is. Now tell me his location!"

This man had to be lying. Marc couldn't be Moon Knight. He wouldn't hurt people like that.

"I won't tell you," you breath out in fear.

Your cheek burns as the man slaps you harshly. Your eyes tear up a bit from the pain.

"That is the wrong answer," he says darkly. "Now, give me the right one."

"N-no...." you whisper. Another slap. It hurt, badly. It seemed the man had resulted to violence after your unwillingness to give up your friend.

"Give me the right answer!" he yelled, pulling out a knife from his pocket, the metal shining in the moon light. You flinched at the sight of it.

Was he actually going to kill you? You could hardly process such a thought. You had never fully imagined dying. Your main concerns recently had been your homework, attending school, what to eat for lunch - trivial things now that you think about it. You were to young to imagine death, so why were you doing it now?

"Tell me the location of Marc Spector, or I will kill you in Ammit's name!" he yells, holding the knife up to your neck. You tightly shut your eyes, breath quick and panicked. You couldn't accept the fact that you were about to die, you needed to distance yourself from it.

"Tell me- hhff," his words were cut off with a grunt as the knife fell to the ground.

You opened your eyes in fear to see who you recognised as Moon Knight drag the man away into the darkness of the forest. While you were glad the evil man had been taken away, you were unsure how safe you were around the vigilante. Plus, after all the nonsense that man had said about Marc being Moon Knight, you weren't sure if you could trust anyone anymore.

You heard rushed footsteps approaching as you watched Marc run out of the shadows of the forest, a worried look on his face. You eyes teared up seeing him. Were you finally safe? Or was that man right? Whatever the case, your mind was only flooded with relief at the sight of a familar face.

"Y/n?" he asked in concern, waiting for a response as he took in your appearance.

You bit your lip to hold back your relief, but it was too much as you just suddenly burst into tears, not having to pretend you were strong anymore. Marc cursed to himself, he could only imagine how horrible this was for you. He quickly got to untying the ropes around you.

"I th-thought he was g-going to k-kill me...." you sobbed out, the situation finally hitting you properly.

"God, I'm so sorry this happened to you, kid. You're too young for this...." he says as he pulls the last rope away from you.

You just slide onto the ground in tears, putting your head in your hands as you curl up protectively.

"He wanted to k-kill you t-too...." you inform him through your sobs. He kneels down on the forest floor, observing your behaviour with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, I know. He was a bad man, but he can't hurt you anymore, alright? You're safe now, kid, I promise." You sniffle into your hands and nod softly.

"How about we get out of this forest?" he suggests. You nod again, wanting nothing more to be home and safe. But your body was so exhausted after so much stress and fear from what you just experienced.

"I'm t-tired...." you whisper out weakly. Marc's heart almost breaks at how sad and exhausted you sound. He had never imagined he'd see you be so hurt because of knowing him.

"It's okay kid. I'll take you back. Just....just rest a bit, if you can," he says gently.

You try to calm down a bit, trusting Marc enough that he would take you away from this place and to somewhere safe. Your body basically shuts down, the full force of all the stress finally affecting you as you essentially pass out from exhaustion.

You wake up the next morning on a soft couch in Marc's apartment. You sit up slowly and wince a bit at your pouding headache. Looking around, you notice Marc sitting on the couch opposite you, a worried look on his face.

"I made you some tea," he says awkwardly, gesturing to the cup infront of you on the coffee table. "It's your favourite." You take a small sip, the silence of the room becoming prominent.

You could sense that Marc didn't know what to say after everything that had happened. You didn't know what to say either. You were still confused about the whole situation and still trying to process it.

He just stands up, grabbing some things from his kitchen and placing them on the table infront of you.

"Just incase you wanted some medicine...." he explains. The awkward silence continues.

"Do you want me to patch up the...." he gestures to your cheek and wrists. You look down and notice the rope burn right across your wrist, shivering a bit as you remember last night. The burn had darkened since you passed out. Bringing your hand up to your cheek, you could feel the sting that still resonated from that mans violence. You nod stiffly, trying not to dwell on what happened.

He moves over to sit beside you and applies some ointment and a cover where it's needed. You just silently look down at your lap as he does so. He works gently, a frown plastered on his face as he see's the extent of what had happened to you up close.

He moves to sit opposite you again and watches sadly as you inspect the bandage around your wrists. You had never worn a bandage before.

"I'm so sorry, kid. You didn't deserve this at all..." he finally says. You just look up to him, noticing how genuinely remorseful he looked.

"It's okay, it's not like it's your fault or anything" you say quietly, trying to shrug it off. He looks down in shame, trying to form the words that he found so difficult to say.

"It was my fault, y/n. That man, he came after you because of me. He hurt you because he wanted to find me," Marc explained. You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves as you looked down.

"He was asking me where you were, I think he wanted to hurt you as well," you say with a small frown. "Why was he after you, Marc?" you ask hesitantly.

There's only silence as he doesn't reply. You look up again only to see him looking to the side in shame.

"The man told me that you were the local vigilante, the Moon Knight guy, and that's why he was looking for you. He was lying....right?" you ask.

Marc looks to you, face full of surrow as he considered admitting something to you that he never wanted you to know. He knew telling you would hurt you greatly. But after tonight, Marc thought that maybe you knowing would be better for you. Maybe it would push you away so that you didn't get hurt because of him again. He didn't deserve such a kind person such as yourself in his life anyway.

"It's true," he admits painfully. "He was telling the truth. I'm the Moon Knight."

You look at him unsurely, trying to find any hint that he was joking from his expression. But you found none. He seemed completely sincere.

"But he told me Moon Knight was a vigilante, that he hurt people...." you say, voice wavering a bit as your whole perception of Marc threatened to change.

Marc looked away from you again, he couldn't face the fact that he caused you this much pain. He sighed sadly into his hands and nodded.

"I know, I'm not a good person y/n," he confesses. You look at him with wide eyes.

Moon Knight was a vigilante who hurt people. Marc was Moon Knight. Was Marc going to hurt you? You had always felt so safe around him, had you been completely wrong this entire time?

"You hurt people, Marc...." you say fearfully.

"Only people who deserve it, I promise you," he says genuinly. Could you even trust him anymore? You subconiously leant back and away from him, attempting to form some kind of distance between you and him.

"What if I deserved it? Would you hurt me?" You question, glossy eyes full of fear. Marc was shocked that you'd ask such a question.

"I'd never hurt you, y/n. You don't deserve it, you're a good kid," he said. But you weren't sure how convincing his answer was. You still felt unsure and scared after finding out who he really was.

You felt tears come to your eyes as you thought back to all the years you and Marc had known eachother. Had it all been a lie? Had he been tricking you this entire time?

"Why didn't you t-tell m-me?" you ask sadly, feeling immensly betrayed by the one person you had previously trusted greatly.

"I didn't want you to be scared of me. All I wanted was for you to be happy and safe. I hoped that I would be able to escape doing this in a few years and that everything would go back to normal. But I guess I was wrong...."

"Escape....? Is someone making you do this?" you ask, still worried for his wellbeing even after everything you had learned. Marc looked at you sympathetically, he knew how caring you were as a person so he noticed that you found it in your heart to be concerned for him.

"It's not an easy thing to explain, kid," he sighed. You shuffled in your spot.

"Is someone forcing you to hurt people? Is that why you do it?" you ask carefully. He could tell you wanted to know more so that you could understand his actions. The least he could do was explain this to you.

"I made a deal with someone powerful. In exchange for my life, I'd work for them and do as they said. They give me the ability to save people who need to be saved, but they also tell me to hurt people who they believe are a danger to society." You nodded in understanding.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, and I promise that I will never hurt you, but I have a debt to repay, and this is how I am doing so. I don't agree with my actions, but it's keeping me alive. And I assure you that the people I hurt, they truely deserve it," he explains.

You process everything Marc has said. You found that you could empathise with him, and you could understand his actions to some extent. You had never experienced something as horrible as he is describing, but you can only imagine that his choice must be limited in his situation.

"So....you don't have a choice?" you clarify.

"Unfortunately not. It's just something I have to do. I know it's hard to understand, kid."

You search your brain for some sort of solution. You didn't think he was a horrible person. You felt bad for him and you wanted to help.

"If someone if forcing you to do something, then I think you should tell the police," you say naively. He appreciated your attempt to help. He couldn't blame you. You were still young and this was a hard thing to understand. He didn't even mention the fact that he was indebted to an ancient Egyptian god because he could hardly even believe that himself.

"I wish the police could help, kid. But this isn't something I can escape. I have to repay my debt. Once I have done that, I will be free." You deflated, your idea turning out to be useless. You didn't know how else to help him. You just pouted, sad that someone was doing this to Marc.

"Whoever is hurting you is mean. I don't think your a bad person, just a good person in a bad situation. You don't deserve this," you state simply.

Marc looks at you with wide eyes. You would never know how much those words affected him. He viewed himself as a horrible person and just accepted that he was being punished for existing. After years of abuse as a child and now years of servitude to Khonshu, he had convinced himself that he deserved whatever pain he experienced.

But he finally heard a different perspective. The perspective of young y/n, still naive to some of the worst things in the world, but mature enough to understand. You didn't think the way Marc did. Even after finding out what Marc has done, you found it within yourself to empathise and understand his situation. You didn't think Marc was a bad person. You didn't think that Marc's very existence was a mistake.

Marc hadn't felt such relief in a long time. Maybe you were right. Maybe he really didn't deserve Khonshu's torment.

"Thanks kid...." he says softly, feeling extremely grateful to have someone as kind as you in his life.

"Hm? For what?" you asked, a bit oblivious.

"Just, thanks. For everything. I'm going to make sure nothing like this ever happens again, okay? You're going to be safe from now on," he affirms. You nod.

"And I'm going to find a way to stop whoever is hurting you," you say determined. Marc's expressions softens. You still cared way too much. You look to him with kind eyes and a smile, putting out your hand for a handshake.

"Let's make a deal. You protect me and I'll protect you. Sound good?" you propose. He smiles softly at the childish nature of the deal but puts out his hand to gently shake yours.

"Sure kid, deal" he agrees, grateful that you mananged to always see the best in him.

~~~

A/N: Ooo a fun requrest. I love writing me some good quality angst :'). Was this enough angst though? I think I may have gone a little bit overboard haha.

Thank you to the person who requested this! This request made me super excited and it took me a while to write properly (sorryy), but it's finally done. I hope your satisfied with it!

Also, thank you very much for your compliment <3. I love exploring different platonic relationships between the characters and I hope each of them can speak to the readers in some way. So I'm very glad that you like it! :D

Also I DON'T CONDONE MURDER OKAY GUYS??? I swear! I just wanted it to be wholesome after all that angst. The reader doesn't support all the murderous activity haha, just sympathises with Marcs situation. Idk, it's kinda hard to write fluff when Marc legit just murders people 💀. So let's just look past that, okay, everyone, agreed, cool.

Also if anyone is interested, my art account on Instagram is @ sadly_a_ghost. If you wanted to check it out then I'd greatly appreciate it :)

Have a wonderful day everyonee!

-Ghosty

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book-place · 2 years

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This is a part 2 for this -> Grateful

Warnings: bullying, mentions of and allusions to violence, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x teen reader, Steven Grant x teen reader

Request: I love your grateful fic so freaking much!! I saw your reqs are open so … How about a part 2 👀? Can it be like the moon boys going to reader's chorus thing and then they walk in the bullies who beat them up from the last incident trying to pick up a fight with reader about their parents not coming?

Request by: @irethepotato

*not my gif*

Summary: Going to the concert to see you meant many things, but first Marc and Steven just had to use the bathroom

A/N: This came out much shorter than I thought and hoped it would be; the bolded words are Stevens thoughts when he isn’t fronting

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

“This feels stupid.” Marc grumbled under his breath, yanking at the tie around his neck that Steven had tied way too tight, the man was beginning to feel like he couldn’t breathe.

“Oh gods,” Steven rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, “You’re so dramatic, Marc.”

He crossed his arms and glared at his altar in the mirror across from him, “Why do we even have to wear this anyway?”

“Because we’re going to Y/n’s chorus concert, and we are not showing up in jeans and a stained t-shirt.” A pointed look was thrown out.

“I show up to a fancy restaurant like that one time-“ Marc burst out, only to be cut off by the soft sound of knocking.

“Are you guys ready?” Your voice was muffled slightly by the door in between all of you, “We need to be there in five minutes, and it takes fifteen to get there.”

Marc opened the door, “We’ll be there in ten.” He declared, fumbling and jumping around to get his last shoe on before regaining his balance and striding over to the door, where you were already standing and tapping your foot impatiently.

You were both able to convince the cab driver to go over the speed limit by throwing an extra twenty into the deal in order to get to your school on time.

Before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop, you were throwing open the door and running out, shouting a quick ‘bye’ and ‘thank you’ to the men, with Steven calling back with a ‘good luck’.

He chuckled slightly to himself as he paid the driver and stepped out a lot more calmly then you did.

Making sure that he was still fronting so that Marc didn’t accidentally snap at anyone, Steven made his way through the entrance and into the school's auditorium.

He took a seat at the edge of a row in case he needed to get out for any reason. It was Marc’s thing. He always had to have a plan for the fastest way to get out of a building for any situation.

Flipping open the program that he was given at the door, Steven began to scan it out of curiosity while he waited for the show to start.

Marc decided to front all of a sudden and glanced down at his watch around his wrist before letting out a slight groan. It didn’t start for another half an hour, and he really needed to use the bathroom.

Making sure to glare slightly at everyone around him before getting up and leaving- so that they knew not to take his seat- he made his way into a random hall in hopes of finding the mens room somewhere.

What he didn’t expect to hear, were what sounded like a group of teens all raising their voices to an almost-yell.

With furrowed eyebrows, he turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.

There were three kids standing in a line- almost as if in an old cartoon- with their arms crossed and a mixture of sneers and smirks on their faces. And in front of them stood you, with your arms crossed over your body defensively, but your body language told Marc that you were scared.

And then it clicked. These were the kids that beat you up not even a week ago.

“Hey!” Marc snapped, a glare immediately hardening onto his face.

Everybody’s heads whipped in his direction, and while the three bullies' faces paled, yours slowly had color returning to its abnormally drained-of-color skin.

“Who the hell are you?” The biggest kid asked, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to act brave at the sight of the very angry and dangerous looking man.

Said man remembered you telling him about the kid bigger than you that smashed your head into a locker.

Now, Marc, let’s not do anything rash…

Steven spoke up hesitantly, even though all he wanted was to get revenge on them, but he also knew that they were just kids.

He must have noticed the way the Americans hands were forming into such tight fists that his knuckles were turning white, or the fact that his breathing had picked up slightly just like it did whenever he was beginning to get angry.

“Huh,” He finally spoke, his calm voice the exact opposite of what he was feeling on this inside, “You must be the little punks that took all your pent up anger out on Y/n.”

His eyes quickly flickered up to yours in a search for confirmation, and he got a slight nod back as you hugged yourself even tighter.

“Mine your own business, old man.” One of the kids snapped back, her hands going on her hips sassily.

“Old man?” He asked menacingly, training his death vision on her.

She swallowed slightly, and everyone watched as her eyes darted from side to side nervously before she took a hasty step back and away from the man.

“Okay, listen,” Marc- very unnecessary- began cracking his knuckles, “this is how it’s going to go. You’re all going to get the hell out of here, or you’re going to see what will happen to you if you ever bother them again.”

All three of their eyes widened, and none of them wasted a second shoving each other out of the way as they tripped over their own feet trying to get out of that hallway.

Your eyes were trained on the floor, refusing to move until Steven spoke up.

“Are you okay?” His eyes were soft and they held concern.

You shrugged slightly, kicking at the floor with your toe, “Thank you guys for doing that.” You mumbled, “You really didn’t have to.”

Marc shrugged, “Don’t mention it, kid. They were assholes for what they did to you, and I highly doubt they will be doing anything like that ever again.”

A small and genuine smile made its way onto your face, “Yeah.”

He clapped his hands together suddenly, “Now come on, I still need to use the bathroom and you need to get ready.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced down at the time on your phone before taking off down the hall, yelling a ‘thank you’ over your shoulder for the second time that day.

Steven let out a chuckle, shaking his head and walking the rest of the way to the bathroom.

It was safe to say that the concert that you performed in ended up being the two mens favorite show that they had ever seen, and your solo practically knocked them away.

They felt like they couldn’t be more proud of you at that moment as you stood grinning on stage, voice carrying through the whole audience.

It was also safe to say that it was one of the best nights of your life, not just because the performance went well, but because for the first time in your life you realized that you didn’t need your parents. And that was because you had something even better, Marc and Steven.

Like a Bee 🐝- @ip747 @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression @jvdethirlwall

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blustalker · 2 years

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Brother

Marc Spector x Male!Reader (platonic)

words: 1.2k

a/n: I had to write a platonic fic with marc. I have grown attached to him. Warning verbal abuse is mentioned and some injuries but nothing too bad. Plus grammar mistakes and I think his a lil occ

The walls in Marc's flat were thin as shouting could be heard next door. He isn't the one to pry, but it's inevitable to hear what's going on. He can distinguish between the voices, a man shouting and a teen.

Y/n slammed the door of his flat and headed straight for the elevator. His hands were trembling out of fear and anger. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, eyes red from tears and sweat coating his forehead, his hair sticking to it.

Guilt weighed down on Y/n as he stepped out of the elevator to the rooftop. A gust of cool wind hit him, he always found peace up here.

Y/n sat on the ledge, his feet dangling off it. He didn't mean to react so violently. The argument replayed again and again in his head, his guilt weighing heavier each time.

His train of thoughts came to a stop when he felt a tap on his shoulder making him jolt and his heart drop making him hold on the ledge

"Woah! Kid, be careful." Marc held Y/n down by his shoulders in case he slipped.

"Jeez don't sneak on me like that" He let out a sigh of relief and turned to glance at Marc hopping off the ledge. "What are you doing up here?"

"I thought you needed some company. I can leave if you want?" Marc asked him.

The first time he saw Y/n he was injured and patching himself up at the rooftop sitting on the ground. Marc went up there for fresh air or peace for once until he saw a the teen. His arm was cut a bit and his knuckles were bruised. Seeing this, anyone would be concerned, so he approached the teen.

"Hey kid, you good there?"

The teen looked up at the sudden voice. Noticing the man, he froze up for a second before responding "Y-yeah I’m fine..just tripped and stuff"

Marc raised an eyebrow at his excuse

"Yeah right you're gonna get an infection if you don't do it properly here" Marc approached the teen and grabbed the gauze, cotton balls, and iodine and applied it to his arm. The teen hissed and flinched in pain, but let the stranger patch him up. Marc was trying to be gentle, not wanting to hurt him. He finished it off by wrapping up his knuckles.

"I- uh thank you sir.. " He awkwardly thanked the unknown man, to which he acknowledged him with a nod

"My name's Marc. You better put ice on your knuckles to lessen the pain. What really happened anyway?" Marc asked, raising a brow, he was a tad bit curious

"Well... I kinda had a run in with some jerks in school. My parents would be livid if they found out I fought someone so I'm patching up here. The name’s Y/n " Marc hummed acknowledging his words. He stood up from his crouched position and offered his hand to Y/n which he took.

"Look kid, I gotta go. Be careful next time yeh?" Y/n nodded thanking him again before he left.

“Seriously again?”

“Hey look man, they started it. They're picking on my friend I can’t let them get away with it.” Y/n stated. He once again got into a fight

“Come on, get in” Marc opened his door, fully letting in the troublemaker. He sighed at Y/n this was the fourth time this has happened. Since their first meeting, Y/n bought him some food as a thank you. They would usually come across with each other on the rooftop.

Marc isn’t known to be very sociable, but Y/n would always talk to him. It wasn’t too bad of a change. He needed company once in a while. From then on they would sometimes hangout going out somewhere. Marc has grown to care for the teen almost like an older brother of sorts, especially after knowing what happens in his family.

"No- wait, stay please." Marc softly smiled at that and stood beside him, handing out a plastic bag. "What is it?" Y/n asked to take the bag from him. Peeking inside, two sandwiches. One of your favorite ones too.

"I was heading home earlier thought I'd bring you some" Y/n smiled at him and thanked him, grabbing one handed it out to Marc, which he took.

They sat there together on the ledge in a comfortable silence until Marc broke the silence. "Kid have you been doing alright?" He asked, glancing his way. "I mean it's you know the usual. Could be worse... you heard something earlier didn't you?" Y/n's voice cracked as he spoke, staring at the street lamp below.

"Mm..the walls here are thin. You don't have to tell me but what's bothering you huh? anyone you want me to fight?" He said, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n sighed and laughed a bit at his words. He tried to get the words out of his mouth, but his mind was going a hundred miles per hour. The memory of what had happened earlier flashed back into his mind, making his chest feel heavy from guilt. His eyes started to water that Marc noticed, making him pull the teen to his closer to his side, trying to give him comfort.

"I don't know what to do anymore, I'm so scared. I-i just can't control my emotions anymore-" Y/n cut himself off, letting out a sob as he covered his face with his hand. Marc continued to listen, rubbing his shoulder.

"I never shout at them like that, you know. My parents I just don't know where to place my anger. It was just sudden he started shouting about something I was doing and how I look at him like... I’m disgusted" More tears spilled out his eyes and he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down

"I got so... scared I stormed out of there. God I just shouted if they understand why I always run away from him but my mom said no they don't. H-he just wouldn't shut up so I shouted so loud for him to stop. I know I should communicate with them.. I did try that but it didn't work, before I could just keep quiet but I just can't stop it right now. I know why they act like this.. I know their parents were horrible and they think this is right. That's why I always feel so guilty for getting mad at them. I know what they're doing is wrong but i still feel horrible"

Y/n finished off. Tears were starting to stain his face, his nose was stuffy, and his eyes were red once again. It was quiet for a few minutes as they just sat there in silence. Marc's eyes softened as he looked at Y/n as he leaned his head on his shoulder.

Marc remembered his childhood. He knew how he felt. No words needed to be said, someone being present is better than enough.

"Thank you Marc, I really needed someone right now. I hope I wasn't bothering you or something" Y/n smiled at him

"Don't worry about me kid. I'm always here for you alright? I might as well be your brother." Marc reassured them and grinned, which he reciprocated.

"Now come on, before it gets too dark let's head outside and get food you want." He stated and hopped off the ledge as Y/n followed suit.

#marc spector x male reader #marc spector x teen reader #marc spector x male reader platonic #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x teen reader

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l3m0ncyan · 1 year

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Y/N decides to mess with the Moon Boys (in a way)

Y/N: Yo I found one of your guys baby pictures *holds up a piece of paper*

Marc: *confused* wait how? let me see that

The picture:

Marc: …Y/N, what the fuck is that?

Y/N: it’s you as a baby

Marc: No it’s not-

Steven who just fronted: Oh I remember this! That day was lovely!

Marc from the headspace: Don’t encourage her

#marc spector x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #platonic #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #x reader #x y/n #moon knight meme #oscar isaac #incorrect quotes #incorrect moon knight quotes

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mgparker · 1 year

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recruitment gone… right?

platonic!steven grant/marc spector x teenage!reader

summary: who in their right mind sends a teenager to recruit a dangerous vigilante all on their own? oh sam and fucking bucky.

warnings: teenage avenger reader, inaccuracies, clueless steven being an overall mess and a huge cap fan, violence, swearing, gen z shit? perhaps idk, 2k word count

request: ‘can you do a father figure Marc Spector/Steven Grant x A teenage avenger who was sent to recruit him? I imagine the reader being a typical Gen Z kid with a sarcastic sense of humor, but meaning well.’

notes: loosely based off this request i got MONTHS ago. i’m so sorry it’s taken forever this has literally been in my drafts for a year. not a whole lot of father figure-ing going on but i think it’s a funny little neutral recruitment blurb/one-shot. enjoy. also not sure if this is gen-z enough but i was not going to make this obnoxiously “relatable”

“It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Sam, I want you to think about what you just said. Then think about who you’re talking to. And then… consider the possibility that your plan might actually work if you send Barnes.”

A distant voice shouted through the speaker of your phone. “No can do, kid. Recruitment is below my paygrade now!”

You rolled your eyes, shuffling down a busy sidewalk in the midst of London. “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I’m talking to the big champs now.”

You heard Sam chuckle in amusement, and you could imagine him shaking his head at your words. “You know what you gotta do. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can get back to base. Kick some ass with the big champs.”

“Yeah, yeah,” it was time to get serious. “Got it, Wilson. I’ll check in later.”

Instead, it was Bucky who answered. “You’ve got this, squirt!”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even give Sam a chance to get a word in before you were ending the call, stuffing your phone into your pocket and narrowing in on the bus stop ahead.

This is stupid, you thought as you waited a safe distance away. You couldn’t risk your target spotting you before you could properly assess them. Who in their right mind sends a teenager—a freaking teenager—to recruit one of England’s most dangerous vigilantes?

You’re not scared—you were far more than capable to defend yourself, even against the famed Moon Knight—but it feels out of your way, something you’ve never been asked to do. But of course, as an Avenger, this was your duty.

You couldn’t help but think of this whole thing as a personal attack. With Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson assuming the mantle of interim leaders of the Avengers (or rather what remains of them), this whole mission seemed like their version of a practical joke.

Those two loved you with all their heart, you didn’t doubt it, but they take the role of “fun uncles” a bit too seriously.

But anyway, this recruitment... This isn’t fun. Not in the slightest.

This is like being a salesperson.

Shudder.

Finally, you catch sight of your target—Steven Grant, an extremely sleepy, stumbling gift-shoppist who had appeared at the bus stop surprisingly early for once.

He seems gentle enough, guard mostly down, clutching his bag with a paranoid grip but that was the only thing tense about him. He’s technically older than you, not ridiculously so, but a bit younger than Sam.

You watch as his lips start forming some words; it’s subtle, nothing anyone would really notice unless they were analyzing him piece by piece like you currently were.

Ah. You realized with a pleased smile. Steven Grant and Marc Spector are working together.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of the bus arriving, squeaking loudly as it stopped in the street.

Showtime.

There was a click in your brain, or that’s what it felt like at least, and a quick scanning of your surroundings made it easy to instantly blend in.

Steven Grant was having a decent morning. He actually woke up in time, ate a decent breakfast, and rushed out of the house with ten minutes to spare.

Even Marc had been pleasant this morning, making unusual small talk as Steven went about his business, getting ready for work.

And everything was well. Up until now—as he stood in the bus, trying to keep himself from falling asleep on the passengers around him, despite the extra shot of espresso he’d slipped into his drink this morning.

Steven.

He jolted awake, pulling his head away from a man’s shoulder with a small ‘sorry!’

But before he could doze off once more, something odd came over him. A strange tingling feeling, as if he was being watched.

It snapped the drowsiness right out of his system, eyeing everyone suspiciously.

You feel it too, don’t you? Something isn’t right.

“What—” He mumbled quietly, searching for the source but coming up emptyhanded.

There was nothing peculiar or odd about his fellow commuters.

So, he continued about his day, feeling that unsettling eye on him at all times but unaware as to its source.

It was only when his shift was over, that he was walking home, that he decided this charade had gone on for far too long.

Despite Marc’s pleas to let him front, Steven stopped in his dead tracks, away from any curious eyes.

“Oi, who’s there?”

Great job, Steven. If that isn’t the most cliché thing to say before the main character gets killed in a horror movie. Marc sighed.

“Shut up,” hissed Steven quietly. “You know I don’t watch horror movies—”

Steven blinked and suddenly you’re there, standing in front of him as if you’d been there the entire time.

“AH!”

The scream echoed down the alley, high-pitched and nearly startling you into a similar yelp.

But you were quite used to your presence spooking others, it’s a part of your abilities that you’d never been able to control.

Chest heaving and cheeks tinted with embarrassment, Steven gave you a suspicious glare.

“Oh, it’s—it’s just a kid,” he tried to brush off his embarrassing reaction.

You scoffed, a bruise to your ego. “Not just a kid.”

“Well, I know what I’m seeing,” Steven argued. “And you look like a child—“

“Firstly,” you’re staring at Mr. Knight’s suit, taken aback by the change in his appearance that you’d apparently triggered by startling him so bad. “I’m seventeen. Second, I thought you had a whole—“

You aimlessly motioned around your head in a sort of halo way, confusing the ever fuck out of Steven who just stood there blankly.

“A whole w-what?” He gaped, desperate to know what you— a complete stranger — had to say about his kickass suit.

“You know, a whole cape thing goin’ on.”

Ha! Colonel Sanders.

Steven wished there was a way to punch Marc.

“Now, you’re just talking about my lesser counterpart,” Steven shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he had just been offended to the core.

“Ouch, hard feelings?”

Steven pulled his lips to the side. “You could say that— wait. How do you know about—?”

“Let’s cut to the chase,” you interrupted. “I was sent here on behalf of an organization that is really interested in having you join our ranks. Normally, they’d send someone else but you’re stuck with me so—“

“What organization? What ranks? You’re hiring?” I guess we’re both interrupting each other now. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Even if the task was annoying, you wouldn’t be returning to base with a new recruit if you hit him with a bunch of attitude.

Patience was not your strongest virtue. “Not exactly. As soon as you put that blade down, maybe we can talk some more.”

Steven looked down with a jolt, as if he hadn’t realized he’d been white-knuckling the weapon since you appeared.

Slowly, he started to store the blade before Marc cut in hastily. Hello? Are you seriously letting a kid tell you what to do? A kid who appeared out of thin air?

Steven caught Marc’s glare in the reflection of a small puddle, the road damp from London’s regular showers. He looked much more menacing than Steven, even with his half-assed suit.

He hadn’t said it yet, but Steven knew Marc was aching to take over. And it was probably the smartest option- Steven wasn’t the best at confrontation.

“Don’t hurt a minor please,” he pleaded quietly. Marc narrowed his eyes at the notion. But he nodded his head dismissively.

With a sigh, Steven allowed Marc to front.

All the while, you minded your own business as well as you could, staring at the sky suspiciously. You wouldn’t be surprised if Sam had sent Redwing to spy on you. Not because he didn’t trust you of course, but because him and Bucky loved to get a laugh in whenever they could.

“Alright, let’s cut the bullshit. Who sent you? Harrow?”

You nearly gave yourself whiplash from how fast your head snapped forward.

The suit was different, cape billowing behind him, and eyes even whiter than before. They seemed to glow-- no, they were glowing-- and glare into the depths of your soul. You were almost intimidated.

“Who the hell is Harrow? Absolutely not. Since you asked so nicely, I was sent on behalf of Captain America.”

Captain America? He gripped the crescent blade tighter.

He considered your words carefully, staring at you with the utmost suspicion. Lip curling up, head already starting to shake in disapproval, annoyance consuming him altogether—

“That’s bullshit.”

“That’s- that’s amazing!”

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face. “It is pretty cool,” you shrugged thirty minutes later, chewing through a particularly large bite of your warm bagel. You were sat in the corner of a small, dingy bakery. What it lacked in aesthetics, the bakery definitely made up for in flavor.

“Do you think you could maybe, like I dunno, introduce us?” Steven asked with an excitement that barely kept him still in his seat.

You’re surprised he hasn’t gathered the attention of everyone else in the bakery, but for once, you’re not the one worried about being on the opposite end of a judgmental eye.

Being an Avenger in these post-Blip days isn’t as easy as it was before… stack that on top of being a ‘child’ and it’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

‘They’re too young!’

‘They can barely contain their abilities!’

‘The Avengers already ruined our lives before! Why should we trust a child?!’

Even if you denied it a million times, there was always a small part of you that craved their approval. Their vote of trust…Maybe this mission would help with that, once they learned that it was you who got the infamous bad-guy-turned-good Moon Knight to join the world’s mightiest superheroes…

Well, maybe it wasn’t exactly you who got Steven to willingly agree. But there was absolutely no way in hell you were ever telling Sam that it was his pull that got the deal sealed.

“Sure,” you smiled back at Steven who just about died at your response. The coffee in his mug jostled out and splashed onto the table. “Big Captain America fan?”

“As of late,” Steven grinned. “So, when do we leave? Is—” He gasped suddenly and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Is Captain America coming to pick me up?”

Jesus Christ. Marc groaned. This was a fucking mistake.

Steven ignored him and looked at you expectantly.

You glanced up from your phone where you’d been rapidly typing something up. You did a double-take as you processed his question.

“Absolutely,” you deadpanned. “He’ll send a car for you. Probably meet you at the airport with his private jet.”

Steven’s eyes grew wider with every word. Marc was scowling in the reflection of the window behind you.

“Bollocks...” he breathed, staring down at his lap in disbelief.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t even know what to say. I mean, who—who would’ve thought they would send a seventeen-year-old to recruit little ole me—”

You saw something click in his brain. He looked up with glazed over irritation. “...you’re... you’re not being serious.”

“Of course, I’m not being serious, Grant. I got here alone and I’m more than capable of getting us back to base. You can save the fangirling for when we finally touch down alright? He’ll meet us there.”

Steven pursed his lips at you.

Rolling your eyes, you finished your text and locked your phone with a click. “I’m being serious this time.”

Excitement poured into his gaze again. You’re not sure how Marc feels about it, only that after explaining yourself in very, very specific detail, he was open to the discussion. But it must be a mutual decision at this point. You doubt Steven would’ve gotten this far if his counterpart was fighting against it.

“Marc is on board?”

“Absolutely.”

Don’t lie. I’m regretting this more and more each second.

Steven continued. “Should I... should I pack my bags?”

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea,” you agreed nonchalantly.

“... now?”

You tapped your phone and glanced at the time. “If you want to make our flight in less than an hour, I’d say so.”

“Bollocks!” Steven exclaimed, nearly knocking the table over on his mad dash out the door.

You snickered as he slammed into a lady on his way out.

—————> the big champs + bucky

you: i’m expecting a promotion when i get back. and for you two to get off my ass already

redwing’s bitch: I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard. Proud of you, kid

you: 😐

you: thanks i guess... expect a meet and greet when we get there. he’s probably going to be up your ass. steven’s your biggest fan. marc not so much.

you: and don’t worry bucky, they didn’t mention you at all <3

bucky bitchy barnes: fuck off. I have a fanbase. It’s on tweet.

you: wtf is tweet

bucky bitchy barnes: Don’t fuck with me you know what tweet is.

you: my brother in christ... you mean to say twitter :,)

bucky bitchy barnes: I hate, no DETEST, your generation.

ha ha

— elle <3

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moiravim · 1 year

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Are you gonna make a part 2 for Moon Dad meets y/n? I would like to see Marc's first meet up.

Moon dad's part 2.

Summary: what it's like living with Steven and Marc as your father figure<3

It has been a month since you moved in with Steven. By now you had been introduced to Marc and had gotten an explanation on who Khonshu is. Marc had immediately grown a soft spot for you.

It was nice being around someone who accepted you and could relate to you.

They had treated you like you were their own child and you were forever thankful. Even Khonshu had a soft spot towards you. Although he often gave you bad and dangerous advice so Marc told you to ignore him.

They knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you, so they didn't mind if you spent time with Khonshu as long as you weren't doing anything dangerous.

You finish the chapter of the book Steven had given you before placing in the bookmark and standing up.

You walked into the kitchen where Steven was preparing breakfast and asked; "do you need any help?". He smiled at you before shaking his head no and responding; "I'm almost done, love. How about you go sit at the table?"

You nod and he smiles lovingly at you. You go to the table and sit down in your favorite spot. It was facing the window so you could look out as you eat.

Khonshu appears and you casually look up at him. The first few times it was scary, but by now you enjoyed his presence.

"What are you doing?" He questions you as you stare out the window. You roll your eyes at his nosiness and respond; "I'm just watching people. Dad's almost done making breakfast..."

"Dad?" He asks. You cringe at the realization and try to play it off. "Dad? I said Steven..." Khonshu lets out a sound that almost sounds like a laugh before disappearing again.

Steven walks up with a plate of breakfast prepared for you. You smile as you grab your fork and taste the food.

He laughs as he looks at your exited face. You loved when Steven and Marc spent time with you and it made them feel bad for you.

It broke Marc's heart to see how happy little things meant to you. It made him overthink a lot about your childhood and made him hate your parents even more.

Steven sat in the seat across from you and started eating his own food. When you finished eating Steven said you could go to your room or watch TV but you responded that you'd rather stay there.

When he finished eating he told you that; "I have something planned. I was hoping that the we could go to the book store today. I just finished my book and it looks like your almost done with yours".

Your face becomes happier and you nod. He leaves the table to go get everything he needs and then goes to put his shoes on.

You quickly tie your shoes before standing up and walking to the door. "Hurry up!" You complain as Steven lets out a small laugh. He finishes putting on his shoes and opens the front door.

He holds your hand as the two of you walk around the large town. When you arrive at the library, Steven lets you look around while he picks out a book for himself.

By the end of the day you and Steven are both satisfied and spend the afternoon reading together. Marc fronts and the two of you lay down on the couch and watch television together until you fell asleep.

Marc carries you back to your bed and tucks you in before leaving a kiss on your forehead. He grabs your favorite stuffed animal which had fallen onto the floor and lays it down next to you.

He leaves the room and quietly closes the door before going to help Khonshu as moon knight.

A/N: should I do a part 3 where YN meets Jake? And maybe YN gets adopted? If you all have any other ideas, lmk 🥰🥰🫶

#marvel x reader #marvel #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight daughter #moon knight fanfic #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel x yn #marvel x platonic reader #marvel x teen!reader

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 1

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god

takes place after the Marvel series Moon Knight, may have spoilers?

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic)reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader

i will be using she/her pronouns

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A/N : this is all over the place btw, also fun fact, i have schizophrenia so that's kind of what motivated me in writing this. i'm going off of what i experience. pls enjoy <3

also if you want to be in the taglist, please ask! its not a problem

TW : mental disorders, child abandonment, language, fighting(?) let me know if i missed anything.

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some would say its freaky,

others would say its like a superpower, like seeing ghosts is cool right?

you would say its a bit of both

you had schizophrenia, a mental disorder you have had for the past couple years, causing you to have hallucinations such as seeing shadows nobody else can, or fire where theres not fire, and that had absolutely nothing to do with ghosts, and you were labeled delusional by many peers.

you didn't take offense to it, because you were delusional. in fact your disorganized thinking has gotten you in trouble.

not because you're stupid, no, but because of others at your school making fun of you for it, you think its ok to beat them up for it.

which only fueled it. it caused others happiness to see you in trouble.

it also causes you to get suspended a lot.

such as now.

you were heading up to your apartment that you stayed in alone, since your parents dumped you in the street when you were young, and going through too many foster homes was a pain so you chose to just get your own place to call a home.

you just worked at an average paying coffee shop near your school, which you had to walk to.

you could either pay rent on time or get a car, so you thought that some cardio each morning and evening wouldn't be too bad.

you got into the elevator and saw another... man.. as well. he was in a bird costume and he was staring- or you thought he was staring at you.

"'scuse me." you move your arm past the extremely tall man to press your floors button. the bird man looked down at you with its creepy mask, and you tried to ignore it until it touched your shoulder and gasped.

you jumped and stepped away from him, thinking he was just a weirdo messing with you.

you could sense the guy staring at you so you turned your head to him. "you need something?" you ask him, to which he shakes his head slowly.

you nod and look away, but turning back when you see that nothing was attaching his head to his body, also now noticing the huge scary stick with a cresent moon on it.

your eyes widen and your breath hitches, as soon as the elevator hit your floor, you get off and speed walk to your apartment. unlocking the door took 4 tries, but that's only because you just saw some sort of demon.

your breath quickens as you finally open the door and slam it shut behind you and lock it.

you lean back against the door and listen for anything, and after a couple minutes of that, you got up and threw your bag on the couch and took of your shoes.

~~~

it had been about an hour since you got home, and you were hungry so you got up off your bed after pausing your favorite show on your phone to go to the kitchen, tossing your phone on your bed.

when you stepped into the kitchen area, you got out y/f/f and y/f/d, only to hear a knock at your door.

you stiffen up and feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. turning you head to the door, you curse yourself for scratching out the peephole since you were paranoid that someone could see you from the other side.

even though you've tried to look through it and didn't see anything.

you slowly get a wooden bat from near the door, holding it so whoever was out there couldn't see it. putting on a brave face, you open the door to see just a normal man.

he had short wavy dark hair, he also had a smile on his face as he waved at you.

"'ello there." he greeted, you loosening your grip on your bat a little as you smile back.

"hey, can i help you?" you ask him. he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

"actually, id just like to introduce myself." he starts with his british accent. "im steven. uhm- steven grant, i live a couple doors down and i realized i know all my neighbors except you." he explains, using hand gestures while he speaks

"well, my names y/n. do you need anything else?" you ask as nicely as you can, starting to feel intimidated by the taller man.

he darts his eyes to your shiny door knob for a split second.

"uh- well, I-"

"ok cool, goodbye." you cut him off starting to shut your door when you see steven shake his head like a dog then stop the door with his hand, glaring at you all of a sudden.

you furrow your brows at this, and tighten your grip on the bat as you try and push the door closed when the man pushed it open, almost making you fall backwards, him immediately slamming it back closed after.

you hurry and swing your bat at the man, but he catches it in his hands before it could hit him. he yanks it from your grip and tosses it aside.

your breathing quickens, and you back away from him, looking around the room for anything to help you when you spot a vase you found at a thrift store.

'oh well, it was only 2 dollars..'

you pick it up and chuck it at the man who was getting closer to you, only for him to block it with his arm, still breaking and cutting his arm.

he looked offended, and looked at the small cut it made, before turning to you who starts running towards your room, hearing him chasing after you.

you of course, a 16 year old girl, is slower than an adult man so he catches up before you get halfway to your room.

he yanks on the back of your shirt and pulls you to him so that he has an arm wrapped around your flailing arms to keep them still and a hand covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

"calm down, kid." he orders, his british accent gone and turned into an american one, making you confused.

you try to kick him which results in him tightening his hold on you as a warning.

he takes a breath, you feel him shake his head from behind you. "you done? i just gotta ask you something" he tells you in a cocky tone.

"are you gonna be quiet?" he asks you, and when you nod frantically he takes the hand off your mouth and moves it to hold you better to not risk you running off.

you take a couple shaky breaths. "good." he starts. "now, are you one of them?" this made you confused more than anything.

"o-one of what?" you ask him quietly. you hear him scoff.

"don't play dumb with me, kid." he starts. "you know what? let me just see your arms." which made you even more confused.

before you could say anything, he turns you around and lifts up your sleeves and looks both your arms over before letting go and running a hand through his hair in defeat.

you back up as soon as he turned around to pace about your apartment. you stand there awkwardly, watching this stranger pace around and and start yelling at anything with a reflective surface.

"yes, i know she could see him!" you hear him yelling into a mirror you had hanging on one of your walls, the thing that made your stomach twist was the fact that the reflection wasnt matching the person.

"oh my god..-" you mutter to yourself, going to go sit on your couch, far enough away from 'steven', but close enough to make sure he doesn't do anything.

"no! you cant have control, i need to know why she-"

"marc" the man in the mirror makes eye contact with you and points in your direction.

he whips his head around at you and walks over to you, putting an arm on each side of you, caging you in between him and the couch you wish you could lean back more in.

"how are you doing that?" he asks lowly. you don't answer, which makes him mad.

he slams a hand down, making you jump. "i asked you a question and i expect an answer." he begins. "are you trying to unleash ammit again? huh? maybe a friend of harrow trying to get revenge?" he lists off making you tilt your head in confusion.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you gain confidence, which makes the man furrowed his brows at you.

"you don't- shut up steven" he looks to the mirror, to which you look as well.

the guy in the mirror sees that you're looking at him, so he turns to you. "you can hear me, can't you? see me too?" he asks rhetorically. you nod slowly and take a deep breath.

the man in the mirror was the man at the door, but the guy who pushed his way in? you had no clue.

"marc, please let me talk to her properly!" he turns back to the guy still hovering over you. "you're scaring her!" he pleads, which makes the guy above you roll his eyes.

he jumps up and shakes his head again, this time looking back at you with a small smile.

"so. i take it you've met marc, eh?" he asks, sitting next to you instead of threatening you, yet you still lean back.

"what?" you are completely clueless.

"listen, i'll explain the best i can, is that alright?" he asks you carefully, and you nod.

"right! so i'm steven" he gestures to himself. "and that's marc" he points to the mirror, to see 'marc' shaking his head. "we are two people that live in the same body, do you get it?" he asks you, and you nod again.

"so it was y/n right?" another nod. "thats a nice name, i'm so sorry about marc by the way." he apologizes for marc.

you just stare at steven in shock, not knowing what to say. "whats ammit?" you eventually speak up, making steven hum in thought. "and all those other things he was talking about" you question.

steven chuckles breathily, and claps his hands together lightly. "well, marc would be better at explaining it than me, plus its getting late and i-"

"let me out steven"

"no"

you look between the two arguing, and smile slightly. "steven i wont hurt her just let me out. just for a minute." marc argues from the mirror.

steven sighs and rubs his hands down his face and looks to you. "is it alright if marc comes out for a minute?" he asks you, to which you hesitantly nod.

and another head shake later, a more stern expression takes over the once friendly face, signalling marc was back.

he smirks at you and helps you up by your hands all of a sudden, making you gasp.

"hey, kid i'm not gonna hurt ya, just let me show you something" he chuckles to himself.

"what are you-" before you can finish your sentence, he turn you around, back pressed against his chest and him holding your shoulders to keep you from moving too much.

you hear him chuckle again, moving you so that you're facing an open space in your home. you become confused again at why marc thought this was funny.

"khonshu" marc says as he tightens his grip on your shoulders.

you were about to just walk away when the bird demon phases through the wall, and starts walking towards you and marc.

your eyes widen and you try to get away from it, but marc prevented that and began walking you closer to the extremely tall bird, you still trying to get marc off you.

"nO-" you start to yell curses at the man holding you, hes just forcing you towards the bird with a smile on his face.

"so the little mortal can see me" a voice comes from the birds direction.

you stare up at the skeletal head which is tilted curiously in your direction, you frozen not knowing what to do.

"careful y/n, he can smell fear" marc whispers in your ear, making you jump and turn your head to him. he had taken his hands off you, just hovering behind you to block you from running.

"marc stop it! y/n! he cant smell fear he's just a dumb pigeon" you hear steven from the mirror.

"i chose the wrong day to get suspended." you mumble to yourself.

the death pigeon takes a small step closer to you, and you cant help but panic so you take you best shot and punch the bony beak as hard as you can.

your hand feels like its on fire as you hold it to your chest. the bird has turned away holding its beak and marc was staring at you in shock from behind you.

"oH MY GOD!" you shout. "i'm so sorry i-i didn't-"

you get cut off by marc laughing behind you, turning around you glare at him.

he sighs and shakes his head. "aw man, you got spunk, kid." he tells you. clutching you hand to your chest you turn back around to the bird, whos looking at you.

"'m sorry" you apologize to him. he grunts and looks to marc.

"can we keep it?" he asks marc, but stevens the one to answer from the mirror.

"shes not an 'it', khonshu."

"can it, worm"

"oh, i get it now" you say, all heads turning to you. "this isn't real" you deadpan. "i'm dreaming again" you try to convince yourself.

"what?" marc asks confused, giving you a look.

"mhmm. what time is it?" you frantically look around.

"its 8:12" steven says from the mirror making your eyes widen. "shit"

you speed walk to your bathroom to retrieve an orange pill bottle before taking two out and swallowing them dry in the middle of your living room.

the three just looking at you in confusion. "whats that for?" steven asks.

"look for yourself." you toss the bottle to marc, a rattling echoes through the room as you shuffle through your kitchen for some new food.

marc wanders into the kitchen area, khonshu looking at all the random stuff you had laying around. "you're schizophrenic?" he asks you, making you turn to him.

"no, they gave me the wrong bottle." you answer sarcastically, marc giving you a look. "yeah. its pretty severe and its probably why i can see your.. weird friend." you gesture to khonshu, whos poking the ceiling with his moon stick.

marc sighs. "if its so bad that you can see an egyptian god then how come your parents dont do anything about it?" he asks kind of rudely.

you look up at him and snatch your pills back from his hand. "i live alone. i dont know where my parents are." you say truthfully, the sympathetic look on marcs face being unseen as you turn back around to put the bottle on the counter.

"listen kid, you cant tell anyone about this alright?" marc gestures to everything around him. you shrug.

"whatever" you mutter, forgetting about the food and moving to pick up the broken pieces of the vase that are scattered across the floor.

you gather the jagged piece of dried clay and throw them away, ignoring the stares from the three beings in the room.

sitting down again on the couch, you put your head in your hands for a second before running them down your face and leaning back, staring at the wall as you feel the couch dip from beside you.

theres a quiet sigh. "would it be innapropriate to invite you over for supper?" thats stevens voice again. you look to him and shrug again. "is this an elaborate sceme to murder me?" you ask him seriously.

you see him internally panic. "oH- nononononono- i just noticed you didnt have much in your cupboards, thats all" he confesses, and you look over to your open cabinets and notice that you do in fact, have barely any food.

you crack your neck and nod to yourself. “only if you elaborate on all of.. this." you gesture to the murder bird and marc in the reflection of the mirror.

steven nods and smiles to you. "of course" he agrees and helps you up, leaving your apartment to go over to the messy one a few doors down.

that night you made a couple weird friends. they got even weirder after steven and marc took turns explaining how exactly they got into their situation.

and khonshu was giving you advice on how to kill your parents if you ever met them. he claimed that they 'were not worthy' and that you needed to break their windpipes.

you just assumed that it was because somebody other than marc and 'the worm' could see him.

but either way, its wasn't a bad day after all

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A/N : okay this took longer than i wanted it to smh. hope you like it and i'm already thinking about turning this into a mini series.

if it gets enough likes i will bc i have ideas but it would also help if i got some requests for the next one??

either way, thanks for reading.

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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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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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sorry if this is hard to understand but any chance you could could write moonknight x teen reader but the reader struggles with sleep walking and talking and one night they fall on something and they get an injury like a bloody nose and the moon boys just help the reader. if you don’t want to write it’s all good and i hope you have a good morning/evening/night

Accidents Happen

When it first started, the boys thought you were trying to escape every night.

But, they soon learnt that you were sleep walking.

They did everything they could, from restraining your ankle to holding you all night, it never worked.

One night Marc was sleeping peacefully when he heard a bang and quickly woke up, on full alert.

He jumped up to see you sitting in the kitchen holding your head.

"Y/N!" He shouted as he rushed forward.

You were holding your head and he could see blood.

He slowly took your hand away to see you'd split your head open.

"I'm sorry." You cried out as he assessed the wound.

"It's okay, baby. Did you knock your head on the counter?" He asked as you nodded.

He helped you to stand up and got you over to the couch.

He quickly grabbed your teddy and gave it to you.

"Here, love. I'm just going to get the first aid kit." He said as you sobbed and nodded, clutching onto your teddy.

Marc returned and sat in front of you.

"Sweetheart, it needs stitches. I know it's going to hurt but I need you to be strong for me." He said as you sniffled but nodded.

You shut your eyes and gripped onto your teddy as Marc got to work.

You did your best to not move but it was hurting so much.

Everytime the needle went into your skin you wanted to scream.

"You're doing so well for me, darling girl. I'm almost done, after this we can have some hot cocoa and watch a movie and cuddle." Marc reassured you while you tried your best to not focus on the pain.

Finally Marc had finished and he placed a bandage over the wound.

"There you go, baby. You were such a good girl." Marc praised as you lunged forward and hugged him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered as he wrapped your up in a tight hug.

"Oh, love. You don't need to be sorry. Accidents happen, now let's settle down and watch a movie, okay?" He said, kissing your forehead as you nodded.

"Yes, please."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Marc Spector x reader #Teen reader #Platonic

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anonymousewrites · 2 months

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Burden of Truth

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Non-binary! Reader

Eventual! Father Figure! Jake Lockley x Teen! Non-binary! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the Events of Season One

Prologue: On the Precipice

Chapter One: In the Alps

Chapter Two: In the Flat

Chapter Three: To the Neighborhood

Chapter Four: In the Discussion

Chapter Five: Against the Jackal

Chapter Six: Across Cairo

Chapter Seven: Inside the Pyramid

Chapter Eight: To Mogart

Chapter Nine: In the Skies

Chapter Ten: Into the Tunnels

Chapter Eleven: At the Sarcophagus

Chapter Twelve: During the Ritual

Chapter Thirteen: Against Harrow and Ammit

Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle

Chapter Fifteen: In a New Chapter

Taglist:

@jaytheaceenby

@severussimp

@dmitrytherat

@slytherinroyalty16

@grippleback-galaxy

@alexpangender

@thewittyfanficreader

@aew-kun-age-regression

@oscarissac2099

@amberforest08

@kyalov

@yyourmotherr

@im-making-an-effort

@the-toskaverse

@wra-1-th

@noodleryworld

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moonywritings · 1 year

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Help from your friends.

Moonknight x Teen reader PLATONIC.

Genre : Oneshot.

Pairing : Steven Grant x teen reader, Marc Spector x teen reader, Jake Lockley x teen reader.

Summary : Your friends help you build a shelf.

Sitting on the ground, legs crossed, you cast an annoyed glance at the plans spread out in front of you. No matter how hard you read and reread them, examine the many diagrams in detail and even look on the internet, you still hadn't managed to assemble this damn shelf, even after a good hour of assembling and disassembling the many parts.

You groaned for what felt like the hundredth time today and threw up your arms in exasperation. Handiwork was obviously not for you.

You liked to read more than anything and you had decided to buy one of those pretty book shelves from IKEA to store your many books. You were tired of leaving them lying around in piles bigger than you. At night, you'd trip over them sometimes and then have to pick them up and pile them up again as you rubbed your sore toes.

You lay on your back, crushing your tools and some building plans, and rubbed your eyes. You almost didn't hear the knock on your apartment door. You indicated that the door was unlocked in a loud, weary voice. The door creaked open, then slammed shut, and you heard familiar footsteps crossing your hallway.

"Hiya love !"

You straighten up hastily, a big smile on your face.

"Hello Steven !"

He smiled back at you with the same energy then turned to the window and you knew he was listening to his two alters.

"Marc and Jake say hello too."

"Hi guys !" You waved awkwardly, not sure if they could see you.

Steven held grocery bags in his hands filled with what appeared to be sweets, sodas and chips. He often brought you snacks and books when he visited you, and you smile thinking that he spoils you a lot. He put them on the couch and walked over to you as you rose to greet him. He hugged you tightly, then released you, his gaze lingering on the mess that littered the floor of your living room.

"What happened here ?"

You fidgeted a little, embarrassed.

"I was trying to assemble a bookshelf, but it turned out to be more difficult than expected,” you confessed.

"Why didn't you call us ? We could have helped."

Without waiting for your answer, he frantically reached into his shirt pockets and pulled out his pair of rectangular reading glasses. You smile as you watch him put them on his nose and sit on the floor, in the same spot where you were a moment ago.

He began rummaging through the many plans and brought a few to his face to examine. You tried in vain to restrict your laughter to his old man's attitude. A chuckle escaped your lips and you couldn't stop it. Steven looked up from the papers he was holding and gave you a questioning look.

"What is it ? What's funny ?"

"You," you replied with a mocking look.

"Me ?" He says pointing his index finger to his chest. "Why ?"

"You look like a grandma."

You burst out laughing at his shocked look. He rolled his eyes playfully and returned his attention to his work.

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Half an hour had passed. Steven now had the same desperate look you had earlier. His curly hair stood on end from every time he'd run his hand through it.

You sighed in annoyance and stood up, your leg bones cracking after all the time you'd been sitting on the floor.

"Ummm... You want tea ? I'll make tea."

You stomped towards the kitchen without waiting for his response.

"Hey, Steven. Give me the body, you're messing it up !"

"I'm definitely not going to give you the body !" Steven exclaimed. "I know you'll end up getting upset and throwing everything away. They don't need that," he added, watching you bustle behind the counter, a kettle full of water in your hand.

"What ? I would never do that!"

"Stevie is right, amigo. You can't keep your cool," Jake sneered, joining the conversation between the british and the american.

You heard the man arguing with his reflection for a few more minutes, laughing. Eventually you saw the body straighten up and lose its shy and friendly look to be replaced with a tense body and a deep frown. You knew it was Marc who were fronting now. You watched him shake the blueprints and tools and mutter annoyedly for a few more minutes before the whistle of the kettle startles you.

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"That doesn't make any sense ! And why is it so hard it's just a damn bookshelf !"

"I told you, hermano."

"Oh shut up Jake !"

"You're never gonna make it if you keep arguing like this !" said Steven wearily. "Now shut up and focus on that bloody shelf before they come back."

Marc stared at the shelf he had partially built. He took a sip of the tea you had brought him and concentrated on his work while you picked up your books scattered all over the apartment, ready to put them in their new location.

"C'mon hermano, give me the body. I can do it faster than you."

Five minutes later, the large white shelf stood against the wall with a proud Jake leaning on it.

"How in the hell did you do that ?!" Marc spat in an annoyed tone.

"I always said I was the smartest of us," Jake replied smugly with a smirk. The american answered him with an irritating growl.

"Well done Jake !" exclaimed Steven.

"Jake, you did it !"

He turned to you, who had just come out of your room, a stack of books in your arms, and a wide grin. You put them on the floor and examined the shelf with an admiring look.

"Yeah, it was nothing, don't wor..."

He was interrupted by your arms hugging him tightly. Surprised, he did not immediately return your hug.

"Thanks guys. What would I do without you, hm ?"

"You probably would never assemble this damn shelf," he sneered, his arms around you.

You giggled in his neck and released him. You could sense it was Marc now.

"Do you want to do a movie night ?" You asked hopefully. You were always very happy to spend time with them and you also wanted to thank them for helping you.

"Of course kiddo. Why do you think we bought snacks ?" he said, pointing to the bags Steven had put on your couch earlier.

You grinned and thanked him.

"So, what do you want to watch ?"

"Harry Potter."

"AGAIN ?!"

"Yes, again. Now sit down and shut up. I'll go get the snacks Steven bought."

He sat down on the couch, grumbling, and turned on the TV. He complained a lot but you knew he loved doing movie nights no matter what movie you chose. You also knew he secretly enjoyed watching Harry Potter. As long as it was with you, he would be happy, they would all be happy.

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I wanted to try and write a oneshot for once, I hope you liked it ;) Sorry for my English 😅

Moony🌛

#moon knight #marvel #moonknight series #platonic #steven grant #steven with a v #steven grant x teen!reader #steven grant x you #marc spector #marc spector x teen!reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley #jake lockley x teen!reader #jake lockley x you #gender neutral reader #moonknight x teen!reader #reader insert #platonic reader #teen reader

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sadlyghost · 2 years

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can u do one where the reader is marc spectors kid but acts a lot like steven grant and they have a lot more in common with steven and maybe its a bit hard for them to bond with marc but then the kid is introduced to steven so marc and the kid have to find their own unique way to bond?

maybe with the line "I dont think he'll ever understand me". up to you if u use it or not tho

cheers!

Summary: You and your father, Marc Spector, had always had trouble connecting and understanding eachother because of your differences. When you finally learn about and meet Steven, the rift between you and your father is only highlighted more, as you realise you get along with Steven better than you do with your own dad.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Daughter Reader | Steven Grant x (platonic) Teen Reader

Words: 3000

Content Warnings: Angst, slight family issues.

Your father had always had trouble connecting with you. Maybe it was because of his own childhood. Or because you were unplanned and he had to raise you himself. Maybe it was because he didn't know how to be a parent, and had to learn everything along the way.

Whatever it was, you had both sensed it more and more as you grew. You and your father were just simply so different from eachother.

Of course he loved you with all his heart and he would accept you for who you were no matter what, but he just couldn't understand you sometimes. He found it hard to relate and connect with you, no matter how hard he tried.

You didn't really mind. He was your father and you also loved him no matter what, but you also felt as if there was some sort of barrier between you two. Things never felt complete or at ease, there was always some aspect of awkward force when you two talked, like it was a necessary part of life, not like it was something enjoyable. But thats how things had always been, so neither of you would bring it up to the other, even though both you and your father yearned for a deeper connection with eachother.

Eventually, when he thought you were old enough, Marc explained his situation to you. He thought you were mature enough to handle the information and understand it well. He explained his DID and mentioned Steven to you, and thankfully, you were accepting and understanding of it all.

Marc had made a deal with Steven when you were young. He didn't want Steven to have to look after you when it was Marcs actions which lead to baby you unexpectedly showing up on his doorstep in a basket and with a note from Marc's ex. Steven had a seperate life which he seemed to enjoy and Marc wanted you raise you alone, so they made a deal to only introduce Steven to you when you were old enough to understand.

Marc had also recently been asking advice from Steven. As you became a teenager, the rift between you and your father had only become larger and Marc finally decided to take action before it was too late. Steven had always been more of a people person than Marc, and Marc hoped that Steven could somehow connect with you, which would then allow Steven to give Marc some tips on how to approach things better.

What Marc didn't know, is that you and Steven were going to get along way better than he ever expected.

The day that you met Steven, you felt more seen and heard than you ever had felt in your entire life. It was like you could immediately connect with him.

"Heya luv, Marc told you about me, right?" Steven says, casually walking into the kitchen to make some tea. You nod softly, feeling a bit reserved at meeting someone new, but any tension was soon gone, as Steven made you feel extremely comfortable.

You noticed immediately that his entire demenour was different to that of your fathers. He seemed looser, more carefree, more welcoming. Not to mention that his accent was completely new to you. British you guessed. He moved around the kitchen to grab some tea bags as he hummed softly to himself. You just observed, kind of shocked to see who would usually be your tense father acting so loose and welcoming.

"Marc said you liked this herbal tea" Steven commented before turning back to you with a cup, handing it to you with a soft smile on his face. You smiled back warmly.

"Yep, it's my favourite" you said to him through a smile.

"I'm glad to meet another tea person" Steven joked softly with a welcoming smile. You laughed softly at his words, feeling relaxed around him.

You both sat down at the kitchen table as you sipped your tea. Steven had been introducing himself to you while you listened. He was such a character, so different than Marc. In fact, Steven felt almost similar to who you were. You connected so easily on so many different things and it didn't feel like any sort of chore to communicate.

"You a book person?" Steven asked casually, before sipping his tea.

"Of course. Either informative non-fiction, or full on fantasy" you said through a smile.

"Oh what non-fiction do you read??" he asked, seeming excited as he bounced up and down slightly.

"Mostly about different cultures and just general history stuff" you answered. He beamed as he smiled widely.

"Do you know anything about Egyptian Mythology?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah a little bit. I've definitely always been interested in it though" you reply. He seemed to shake in excitement.

"Then look no further luv. I've got so much information on Acient Egypt, you wouldn't believe it!" he said enthusiastically. You laughed softly at his reaction.

"Would you like me to bring some books for you to read when I come around again?" he offered kindly.

"Definitely! I'd love to learn some more about it" you said through a smile.

You and Steven talked for a few more hours. It was a relaxed friendly conversation. You guys just seemed to get along so easily. It was like you just understood eachother on a level which you had never felt with your father. It was a welcomed feeling.

Steven seemed to enjoy it as well. He seemed just as relieved to find someone with similar interests as him. Moreover, someone who was willing to listen to his Ancient Egyptian rambles and actually enjoy and learn from it.

When Steven said he needed to go, you honestly felt a bit sad. That sadness quickly turned into guilt. Were you really sad that your father was going to be back soon? You had a great time with Steven and you just hoped Marc would let you speak with him again.

When your father was fronting again you felt a bit more reserved as usual. It was just how you and him were, it had been your dynamic since forever. You often felt as though you lacked something with your dad, but after meeting Steven, you were sure that you and Marc didn't connect on the level that you would like to.

Marc's usual demenour returned. He seemed a bit more awkward than usual as he looked back over to you with the neutral look in his eyes that he often had. But there was something different in his eyes this time. Almost like he was worried? Fearful? Hopeful? You couldn't quite identify it.

You smiled awkwardly and turned away from him a bit. Marc hesitated to speak at your reaction.

"So, um, that was Steven. I assume you liked him?" he said, voice quieter than usual. You nodded, smiling softly as he observed your behaviour.

"He was very nice" you reply, a warmth in your voice which Marc wasn't used to. It shocked him. You seemed to like Steven so much. You seemed to look at him and speak to him in a way which you never spoke to Marc. It made his heart ache a bit. You had only met Steven once, did you really like him more than you ever liked your own father?

Marc gulped insecurely and turned away from you as well, feeling discouraged. You two couldn't even properly look at eachother, and all this behaviour was just being highlighted after yours and Stevens interaction. It made everything seem so much more obvious.

"Well I'm glad. He um, he seemed to like you too. You two get along very well..." he said, voice sounding forced and distantly pained. You silently nod before the both of you go off to your seperate places.

The more Steven fronted, the more you came to like him. He felt so different than your father, and you very much enjoyed his company. However, the more time you spent with Steven, the less time you spent with your own father.

Steven had noticed how easily Marc had been giving up control to him. Marc wasn't usually like that, especially not around you. Steven would usually have to persuade and convince Marc to let him front. But recently, Marc has shown no reluctance. In fact, Marc had been encouraging Steven to front around you. This worried Steven. Why was Marc so easily giving up time with you? Steven was of the understanding that Marc wanted to try connecting with you more, so why had he seemed to of given up on that?

You and Steven were hanging out like usual, it had become normal for you two to spend time together doing whatever. Today, you were playing uno with him, both having a wonderful time.

"I've been here a while luv, I should probably go soon so you have some more time with Marc" Steven says, reshuffling the cards the after the previous game of uno. You look up, unsure if you should say what you were thinking.

"Um....what if you stayed a little longer?" you suggest, almost ashamed by your own words. Steven frowns softly.

"How come? Don't you want to spend some time with your father? He's been hoping you two could connect some more" Steven explains simply. You shrug awkwardly.

"Well I guess I do. But I also like spending time with you. You're just.....different to him. Not in a bad way though, its just.....I don't think he'll ever understand me" you admit quietly. Steven frowns more.

"He tries very hard to understand you, luv. We both do seem to be similar, but that doesn't mean that you and Marc can't connect, it just might take a bit more effort. People communicate and relate in different ways" he explains.

"Yeah....maybe...." you trail off, not really wanting to dwell on the topic more. You thought about Steven's words though. Maybe the two of you just had to try a bit harder.

"A little while longer, okay?" Steven proposes, you nod with a dissapointed sigh as you play your last game of the night before Marc returns.

What you didn't know, was that Marc was distantly listening from the headspace, and that your reaction to the knowledge that your father will soon return broke his heart just a little.

A short while later, Marc decided to ask you something important. Steven seemed to of been making you happier and more open lately, and that was all Marc ever wanted for you. He didn't want to continue making you feel reserved and awkward. If Steven was the key to your happiness, then Marc was willing to step back for your sake.

He always knew deep down that he just wasn't built to be a father. He tried his best to provide for you and to keep you happy, but it seemed he really was lacking. As much as he wanted to, apparently he just couldn't offer you the understanding and connection that you had wanted with your dad.

He had to accept that maybe Steven was better for you.

That's why he sat you down one day and asked you a question which could possibly break his heart.

"Y/n, sweetheart, would you prefer Steven as your father instead of me?" he asked, his voice sounding insecure, hesitant and worried. You looked up him with wide eyes, shocked that he would ask such a question. He looked back at you, desperate for an honest response so that he could ensure your happiness.

"What...?" you breath out in disbelief, unsure of how to answer. Marc looked to the side in shame.

"You and Steven, you seem to understand eachother in a way that I never could. So would you like him to take care of you from now on?" he reiterated softly. You still didn't reply. What kind of an offer was that? Were you just going to switch fathers like it was nothing? Why does it sound like Marc was just going to dissapear? You genuinly didn't know how to respond.

"It's completely fine if you prefer him, I don't mind, I can easily let Steven front more.....or all the time if you want...." he said, voice wavering slightly as he spoke. If you looked close enough, you might be able to notice his slightly teary eyes.

"He can be your dad and you can feel more understood and seen with him around. You can spend as much time as you want with him. How does that sound?" he proposes, before looking back to you, anxiously awaiting an answer. His eyes search yours, desperately trying to understand what was going through his childs mind.

"You don't want to be my dad anymore.....?" you ask insecurely, voice close to a whisper. Marc sighs to himself, what he feared would happen had happened. You two had so much trouble communicating. But this was important, and Marc didn't want you to take this the wrong way, so he was intent on ensuring you understood.

"It's not that. Of course I wan't to be your dad, y/n. But....I've seen how you act with Steven and I was just wondering if you preferred him over me? Would you rather him be your dad so that you can feel understood all the time?" he says, trying his best to keep his voice stable.

"I don't want you to go away....." you admit quietly, feeling a bit scared at what your father was implying. Could your dad just dissapear because of his DID? The thought scared you. Marc sighs in relief, at the very least, his child still wanted him.

"Steven is nice and it's fun to do things with him. But you're my dad..., I still need you" you say honestly.

"But I've tried so hard to make you feel seen and understood, and it hasn't worked. Steven can give that to you, sweetheart" he says sadly. You shuffle in your chair.

"Steven said people communicate and relate in different ways....what if we just haven't found a way that works for both of us?" you say maturely.

"If you want to continue trying then of course I'm willing to as well. I just want you to be happy" he responds. You nod to yourself, feeling determined. Not only were you sad because you always felt a disconnect from your father, but your sadness had increased tenfold after learning how your own father felt about it. He was usually a pretty neutral guy, rarely putting his thoughts and feelings on display. But now he admits that he is willing to step back from your life just so that you could be happy. You had no idea he would ever propose such a thing. It saddened you greatly. Which is why you now felt so determined to make things better. You were going to make a huge effort to mend the disconnect between you and your father, and you just hoped that it would pay off in the end, for the both of you.

From that moment forward, you and your dad created a plan to stick by. You were both committed to this plan, and although the both of you would have to comprimise on things, you were both extremely determined.

You decided to start slow, an activity twice a week for a little while. Both of you suggested things. A walk in the park, going to see a new movie, trying out a new cafe down the street, going to a market. It was fun, awkward at times, but you both ended up enjoying it in your own way.

Next you started cooking dinner together, making the chore fun and fulfiling. You chose some recipe you found online and you'd both try your best to cook it, even though neither you or your father were the best cooks. You ended up learning a lot of skills in the kitchen, and luckily Marc had a lot to teach you.

You two would eat dinner together, sometimes just talking about your days at the table, Marc inquiring about school and you being curious about his job. Other times you'd choose a favourite movie to watch over your meal, alternating between yours and Marcs favourite films.

The more you two shared about eachother, the more you connected. You found that there were similar interests between you two that you could talk about, you just had to try a bit harder to find them. But it was worth it when you could finally have a conversation with your father about something that both of you are truely passionate about.

Over time, things became easier and more natural. You both still had to put in an effort to communicate and be mindful of each others ways of processing and understanding things, but it was much more enjoyable now. It felt like both of your combined efforts were going somewhere positive, and that things were changing for the better.

You and Steven still hang out and had just as much fun as before, but you no longer felt guilty about it, because you knew things were good with your father as well. Same with Marc, he didn't have to worry about you choosing Steven over him as a gaurdian anymore. He felt secure enough that he was fulfilling his role as a parent and that you were truely happy.

You no longer felt misread and unseen, but rather understood and appreciated. You both valued the effort the other had put in to understanding eachother. And even though it took a long time to get there, you and your father were happy about the place that you were in now.

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A/N: Does anyone read the authors notes? Haha. Anyway, thank you to the person who requested this! This was one of my first requests and I'm so sorry it took forever to write! I had it in my drafts for a while. I don't usually write angst between the characters, usually the angst comes from an outside thing, so this was a bit challenging. If the person who requested this is still checking my blog, then thank you very much, I hope this lived up to what you hoped for :) Any feedback is welcome and very much appreciated! If anyone reads these notes, would you like more dialogue in these stories? I enjoy reading dialogue a lot, but I sometimes find it challenging to write. I'd love to know! I've also noticed that many requests want a gender neutral reader, but I continue writing x daughter because I'm not sure what else to use? Is there a gender neutral term for a child? Child is the only alternative I can think of, but that seems to imply that the reader is extremely young if I write x child reader. Of course I make sure to write the character gender neutral but I write x daughter in the pairing. Does anyone have an alternative?

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book-place · 2 years

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Chaotic Normalcy

Warnings: mentions of parental death, mention of fire deaths, foster child/ adoption, things on fire, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x teen reader, Steven Grant x teen reader

Request: Hey I saw you do platonic moon knight, I was wondering if you could do a moon knight x teen reader who lives with them thats around 15-16 and maybe they��re an inventor and really chaotic and help out with the guys (maybe a bit like jinx from arcane?) :)

Request by: @hutaos-gh0st

*not my gif*

Summary: Life with an inventor is chaotic. But that word doesn’t always have to have a negative meaning

A/N: This was incredibly short but also incredibly fun to write; I’m sorry I don’t know who Jinx is, so I did my best with everything else

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

“Coming through!” You screamed from behind Steven, who’s eyes widened and he turned towards you.

The man let out a yelp, and he quickly ducked out of the way with wide eyes just in time for you to run right by him with a frying pan that was quite literally on fire.

“What the-“ Marc said, standing up and quickly following you into the bathroom where you had taken the pan and thrown it into the full bathtub.

You dramatically wiped a hand across your forehead, “Whew! That was a close one!” Before turning to him with a large grin as if nothing happened.

“Wh-huh-how-“ Steven stuttered, fronting just in time to voice all of his incomplete thoughts.

“Good thing the tub was filled.” Your grin didn't once falter as you walked by the man, giving him a pat on the shoulder before continuing out of the room.

You had moved in with Steven Grant and Marc Spector ten years ago when you were just six years old.

Your parents had died in a fire in their family-owned fix-it shop that they worked at where they would fix broken appliances for people.

At a young age, you had inherited their gift for inventing and fixing things, and became sort of an inventor of your own. And even after they passed, you didn’t once lose your love for it.

At the time, Steven had been willing to take in foster children, and it had only been six months of you staying with him before he officially adopted you.

Marc had been hesitant at first, but he quickly grew to love and adore you just as much as his alter did, even if he didn’t let it on as obviously.

The American man followed you out of the bathroom and into your room/workshop, where you had already begun tinkering with something new.

Your mothers old inventors' goggles that looked like they were out of a really old cartoon sat on top of your head, just like they always did. You claimed they were your good luck charm.

He leaned against your doorframe, “Watcha working on there now, kid?”

You glanced up from your desk, dropping a screw driver and a couple of gears you had been messing around with before walking over and picking up a tape measure off your bed and striding over to the man.

“Eh, nothing much.” You replied, starting at Marc’s feet and letting the measure go all the way up to his head, “Just a couple of ideas I had.”

“Uh-huh,” He nodded, “And how do you explain the burning fire pan?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, standing straight up and looking at the results on your measure before walking back to your desk and scribbling something down in a notebook.

“One of those ideas gone wrong.” You replied simply, and the man knew better than to push.

He sighed, “Okay then, but be back in the kitchen in five minutes, Stevens gonna finish up making dinner for us.”

You gave an absentminded nod, already on the next thing and not even really paying attention to a word he just said.

Pretty soon though, the smell of your favorite meal pulled you out of your thousand-miles-a-minute thoughts and out of your room and into the kitchen.

Steven glanced up from the plates that he had just set down on the table, “Oh, hey, n/n.”

You hummed in return, already sitting down and munching away on your food happily.

The man chuckled in return, biting into his own meal.

The rest of dinner was spent how it always was, you rambling on about some new ideas you had, with both of the men listening intently and fronting whenever they had something to add to the conversation.

It was just how they liked it. With everything going on recently with all the gods and Layla and all the other crazy stuff, the sense of chaos- but also normalcy- that you gave off was refreshing.

They both knew that no matter how many frying pans you burned or crazy ideas you came up with, it would never make them love you or your inventor personality any less.

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