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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Thirteen
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader
Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader
Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader
Chapter Thirteen: Against Harrow and Ammit
Summary: (Y/N), Marc, Steven, and Layla face Harrow and Ammit head-on.
In the main chamber of the Great Pyramid of Giza, Ammit turned towards the exit. “Let us purify the souls of Cairo and then the world.”
Sand condensed in the path of the disciples of Ammit. They slowed warily, and their eyes widened as Khonshu and Ma’at’s figures formed out of the sand.
“Khonshu. Ma’at. Time has been cruel to you,” said Ammit, sneering.
“Indeed,” said Khonshu. “I cannot allow you proceed.”
“Not when you seek to harm so many.” Ma’at’s gaze went to (Y/N). “You even had the audacity to try to ask for my Avatar’s loyalty. You’ve stooped so low, Ammit.” Ma’at smiled. “Are you prepared to be the guardian of justice, harmony, and truth once more, (Y/N)?”
“Ma’at!” cried (Y/N), eyes widening in shock.
Before they could make any reply, a burst of purple light hit (Y/N), and they were thrown to the side. They hit the stone wall hard and groaned.
“Stop them from accepting Avatarhood,” said Harrow to his men, and the disciples grabbed (Y/N). “And there is someone else here who released Khonshu and Ma’at. Find them.”
“Oh, Khonshu, Ma’at, for gods, you are low on faith,” said Ammit.
“You’ll never learn,” said Khonshu. He raised his staff.
“You have betrayed the vow we took to judge souls on your scales against my feather. I cannot let you continue this,” said Ma’at, extending her arms. Feathers glinting in metal moved with her.
Ammit growled and struck. Her tailed whipped around and struck Ma’at’s wings. She hit the back wall, and Khonshu swung his staff at Ammit. She blocked it, and they struggled back and forth. She pushed him back, but Ma’at slammed her wings into Ammit’s back. The battle of the gods had begun. Khonshu darted around Ammit like smoke, and Ma’at uses the elegant movement of her wings, but Ammit had the brute force and desire to fight above that of Khonshu and Ma’at. She grabbed Khonshu by the bony neck and threw him back. She pulled several of Ma’at’s feathers out and shoved the goddess to the ground.
“Tell me to spare you, and I will,” said Ammit, approaching her former friends.
“I choose obliteration over mercy,” growled Khonshu. Then, suddenly, he tensed. “Marc?”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and a sudden blossom of hope came to life within them. Marc was alive? Steven was alive?
Ammit swung her tail down, but Khonshu disappeared into sand, returning to Marc’s side.
“I will take no mercy from you when you give it to no others,” said Ma’at.
Ammit raised her tail again.
“I accept Ma’at’s Avatarhood to defeat Ammit!”
(Y/N)’s voice echoed around the room. They had bitten down on their captors’ hand, pushed away, and shouted their answer.
Immediately, Ma’at’s body disappeared in a cloud of blue, and an azure light appeared in (Y/N)’s eyes. Ma’at reformed behind (Y/N), and bandages wrapped around them, forming their suit of white, blue, and gold.
“Welcome back, my Avatar,” said Ma’at. She swung her wings, and Ammit was thrown back. “Go. We cannot fight in here.”
Indeed, the minute she spoke, Ammit was upon her again, and the two gods were grappling.
“Go! Began the judgement!” ordered Harrow to his disciples.
“Stop them!” commanded Ma’at.
(Y/N) ran out after Harrow as his disciples. As Harrow climbed to the top of the pyramid, (Y/N) grabbed one of his men and threw them back into the chamber. They hit the wall and went unconscious, but there still so many, and even more numbers waited outside. (Y/N) couldn’t do this alone, and Ma’at lacked the fighting ability needed to defeat Ammit on her own.
The moment the sun dipped below the horizon, Harrow arrived at the summit of the Great Pyramid of Giza. He raised the staff and slammed it down. A bright purple light lit up the sky, brilliant and powerful and evil.
No, no, no! thought (Y/N) desperately as they fought more of Harrow’s men.
The other disciples below saw the light and moved into action, heeding his guidance. They were going to judge the people of Cairo. Even as (Y/N) knocked more of Ammit’s followers down, souls of purple light flitted into the air, ripped too soon from their bodies.
(Y/N) gasped and gripped their heart as pain lanced through them. Looking at the ground below, their eyes widened in horror. Ma’at had been thrown to the ground and was lying bleeding while Ammit absorbed the souls around her, growing larger and stronger. The mixture of their deity’s pain and the unfair judgement of the souls of Cairo sent panic and agony through (Y/N).
“Stop…Harrow…” croaked Ma’at’s voice in (Y/N)’s mind, still pinned down by Ammit as she grew stronger.
(Y/N) heeded Ma’at’s command and leapt from stone to stone, approaching Harrow as he chanted in Coptic to grow Ammit’s power further. A white form slammed into the pyramid next to them, and they jumped, fearful for a moment. Then, their eyes widened.
“Marc!” they cried in relief. “You’re here! You’re back!”
“Kid,” said Marc, abandoning his purpose for a moment to run and embrace them. “You’re alright.”
“I’m sorry, I had to read the rites, I was in pain, I tried, but I—”
“Hey, hey, you’re alright.” The suit shifted, and Steven’s voice now spoke. “We’re together again. That’s what matters.”
Purple energy fired into the stone next to them.
“Bloody hell!” said Steven, jumping.
“Harrow’s coming,” said (Y/N) in alarm.
“Then we fight,” said Marc, returning to the moment.
Harrow leapt towards them, and (Y/N) and Marc prepared themselves. On the ground, Khonshu had arrived and freed Ma’at, allowing the two gods to grow and face Ammit once more. The battle of Avatars and gods grew to new heights.
Harrow slammed his staff at Marc, but (Y/N) blocked it. It threw them from the pyramid, and Marc leapt after them, falling behind them. He caught them, and the suit shifted to Steven.
“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Look out!” said (Y/N), pushing him away as Harrow, having jumped after them, slashed his staff at them.
Marc switched in again, kicked the staff back, grabbed (Y/N), and opened his cape as a makeshift parachute. The three landed roughly in the streets of Cairo, rolling to a stop.
“You okay, kid?” said Marc, sitting them up.
They nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay, good,” said Marc, helping them up.
A few meters away, Harrow pushed himself to his feet, his staff glowing ominously.
“Get ready,” said Marc.
(Y/N) nodded, pulling out two daggers and narrowing their eyes.
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Against the pyramid, Khonshu had finally pinned Ammit with his staff. Ma’at, finally recovered and stronger as (Y/N) successfully fought, stood beside him. Ammit snapped up at them.
“There is so little difference in what we want for this world,” said Ammit, reaching up towards them. “Why do this dance for the rest of time?”
“You know the answer: we only punish those who have chosen evil,” said Khonshu.
Ammit sneered. “Oh, ‘we’ is it, now?”
“Yes,” said Ma’at. “You forsook my friendship, then you betrayed your alliance with Khonshu’s ways. We are here to prevent you from harming more people.”
“And I prevent people from committing evil. You dare to allow them to?” said Ammit. Her tail grabbed Khonshu ankle and dragged him down. His staff fell, and Ammit stood.
“Khonshu,” said Ma’at worriedly, catching him before he fell.
Ammit scoffed. “Why fight knowing you will fail?”
“Because it is our choice,” said Ma’at, slamming her wings down. Ammit braced against them, and the gods glared at one another.
“The very thing you take away,” said Khonshu.
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Harrow raised his staff and fired a bolt of energy. (Y/N) and Marc dodged to the side, and each threw their own daggers at him. Harrow ducked and summoned purple energy to destroy the remaining daggers. Two more bolts of energy flashed towards (Y/N) and Marc. He leapt into the air, and (Y/N) bent backwards, handspringing away. Harrow narrowed his eyes and raised the staff again.
Wham!
A figure landed a solid hit to his side, and Harrow went flying. Layla, clad in Egyptian clothing with metallic wings, stood before Marc and (Y/N).
“Are you two alright?” she asked, smiling.
“Layla?” said Marc in surprise.
“Are you an Avatar?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow in concern.
“Temporarily. For Taweret,” said Layla.
Harrow stood and fired energy at her. She reacted instantaneously, raising her wings and crossing them in front of her. The energy rebounded, and Harrow flew back again.
Marc instinctively stepped forward and hugged Layla. “I’m glad you’re alright.”
“You’re not made about the Avatarhood?” chuckled Layla.
“Taweret isn’t as bad as the others,” admitted Marc.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” said (Y/N), relieved.
“Come on in,” said Layla, grabbing their wrist and pulling (Y/N) into the hug, too.
(Y/N) felt themself smile as Layla and Marc hugged them. They hugged back.
“I can’t believe you’re alright,” said Layla. “I was so worried, Marc.”
“I’m here,” said Marc. He squeezed Layla and (Y/N) tightly. “I’m here.”
Steven switched in and stepped back to look at Layla. “Wow, you look amazing, Layla! What are you wearing?” Both Marc and Steven were as encouraging and caring as ever, even in their different ways.
“Harrow’s getting up,” said (Y/N), noticing before the conversation could continue. “And he’s got reinforcements.”
Indeed, Harrow had been helped up by his disciples as they crowded to his location, guns and other weapons in hand.
“Right!” said Steven. “Well, hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you guys these new skillsets we have.”
“You guys are working together,” said (Y/N), smiling.
“We’ve started to work things out,” said Steven brightly.
“Show us what you’ve got,” said Layla.
The three of them turned and ran towards Harrow and Ammit’s disciples, a team of people who cared about one another and were ready to defend the world.
Layla flew through the men, slashing them down with the swords at the ends of her wings.
(Y/N) dodged and leapt through the crowd, as agile and quick as a cat. They cut through arms and legs, gave quick stabs, and never let someone get ahold of them. They used everything they’d learned as a thief to work effectively against Ammit’s followers.
Steven slammed his fists into two men, and with his batons, he swung and knocked various disciples down before they had a chance to attack. He fought smoothly, none of the hesitation or fear or awkwardness from before. It was Steven fronting and controlling the body, but a variety of skills Marc had perfected were in the fighting style, adjusted to Steven. They truly had begun to work together.
Frustrated as his people fell to the fighting team, Harrow fired energy at Steven. He leapt and twisted in midair, avoiding the purple bolt of magic. Steven threw a baton at Harrow, btu the Avatar of Ammit hit it aside with his staff. It ricocheted back.
Marc, fronting again, caught it. It transformed into a dagger, and he cut down the nearest opponent. He and Layla nodded at each other and raced forward. They cut down opponents, and anyone that tried to stand again was handled by (Y/N), following as quickly and with as much determination as Layla and Marc.
Layla was the first to come upon Harrow, and she swung down at him. He blocked her swords with his staff, but Marc kicked at him. He was forced to pivot and block the kick instead, giving (Y/N) a moment to slide across the floor and slash at his leg. Harrow dodged, but not far enough, and a cut opened up on his calf. He turned and swung down at (Y/N). They rolled back, and Layla moved in to block it before he hit them. The four battled expertly. Every time one of the trio was attacked by Harrow, another block, and the third attack. It was a never-ending dance, all four vying to land a proper hit.
Harrow blocked another kick and slid back. Raising his staff, he swung down. Layla, Marc, and (Y/N) dodged back, but the staff hit the ground, and purple light exploded from it. The wave of energy hit the three Avatars, and they were sent flying. Layla went through a store window, Marc landed on the windshield of a car, and (Y/N) fell into café tables.
Harrow approached and swung down at them, but (Y/N) raised two daggers and, with their strength, managed to block him. Still, they were straining, and Ammit’s staff glowed with energy as Harrow forced it closer to them.
Steven slammed into him. Throwing Harrow into the wall, Steven grappled with Harrow and exchanged several blows with him. Unfortunately, Harrow’s strength was also enhanced as an Avatar, and he could attack with as much power as Steven. He grabbed Steven’s leg when he next kicked and threw him through the wall and across the street.
Marc leapt back out at him and kicked him back, delivering just as powerful a blow to Harrow. He rose, and the pair glared at one another. Harrow raised his staff, but (Y/N) jumped from a nearby roof and grabbed him. They refused to let go as Harrow tried to wrench it from their grasp. Layla flew down on his other side and shoved him back against the wall. Marc held one of his crescent daggers and swung. Harrow ducked, but the blade sliced at his staff. He kicked (Y/N), and they stumbled back. With his now free hand, he swung the staff at Layla and Marc, who dodged. Harrow darted away from the wall to open territory again.
Layla and Marc charged at him, and Harrow blocked with his staff. They each grabbed it, and the three grappled. (Y/N) ran in, and Harrow fired his staff. They dodged to the side, but Harrow took the opportunity and turned the power of the staff on a van of Egyptians trying to escape.
Layla let go of the staff and flew to help the innocents while (Y/N) leapt back to Marc’s side to fight Harrow. Ammit’s Avatar forced Marc to take a step back, but (Y/N) slammed into him from behind, making him stumble. Near the van, Layla took to protecting innocents as they escaped Ammit’s disciples, who were still prowling the streets.
That left (Y/N) and Marc against Harrow. He pivoted and swung at (Y/N), and they flipped back. A disciple nearby raised his gun and fired, distracting (Y/N) from the fight. They leapt around the man and threw several daggers to take him down.
As (Y/N) fought other disciples, Harrow and Marc fought for control of the staff once more. Harrow turned and twisted the staff, shaking Marc from it. He was thrown back and rolled to a stop.
Harrow fired a blast at Marc, and Marc blocked it. The purple energy raged, and Marc gritted his teeth, bracing against the pure, concentrated power.
“Had Ammit been allowed to rule, young Randall’s life would’ve been saved,” said Harrow. “Your family would’ve been happy. She need only remove the weed from the garden.” He grunted with effort as he forced more magical energy from the staff towards Marc. The Avatar of Khonshu was forced to his knee. “You,” spat Harrow, losing control for a moment.
Marc pulled out a crescent dagger and tried to lunge, but the purple energy hit him, and he was forced back once more. Harrow savagely directed the energy to turn the blade back towards him, and Marc fought against his own limbs.
Finishing her own fight, Layla saw Marc struggling and leapt into the air. Harrow shifted, and the beam of energy forced the dagger from Marc’s hand into Layla’s wing. She was thrown back, and the dagger pinned her to the van behind her.
Marc stumbled, trying to right himself, but Harrow was already turning the full power of the staff and his rage on him. He let out an angry yell and shot as much magic as he could summon directly at Marc’s chest.
Marc braced himself.
Thump!
Marc stumbled to the side as a body shoved into him. The figure was thrown backwards by the purple light and landed unmoving on the ground.
“(Y/N)!” shouted Marc, eyes wide.
Layla gasped in horror.
(Y/N) groaned and tried to move, but all they managed was a whimper as every nerve fired with pain as purple magic flowed through them. They had saved Marc from the blast, but now they lay defenseless, unable to move. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered with the effort to stay awake, and their entire vision was blurred.
“Kid!” Marc surged forward but stumbled on exhausted, injured limbs.
Harrow sent a blast at him, and Marc stumbled back. Layla remained pinned to the van, no matter how she pulled. Harrow walked towards (Y/N) and stood over them. He stared down at the teenager. (Y/N)’s lungs constricted.
“What a disappointment,” said Harrow.
He slammed the staff down on the ostrich feather on (Y/N)’s chest. They screamed, and purple energy lit up the square.
“No!” shouted Layla.
Marc’s eyes widened, and pure rage swept through him.
(Y/N) was left in pure agony. Their throat burned as they screamed, and every nerve cried out with them. The scales on their arm burned, and (Y/N) sobbed as the edges of their vision went back. Their back arched in pain, and (Y/N)’s head rolled to the side, but nothing they did could escape the torture Harrow inflicted upon them.
Out of the blurry vision they retained, they watched Layla cower and try to cover herself as disciples approached with guns and fire at her, and their heart dropped.
No…No…
Everything was growing fuzzy, blurry. (Y/N) couldn’t keep track of what was going on. Their lungs felt heavy. They couldn’t get enough air.
Mom…Dad…
Was this Harrow’s staff or the crash sending metal through (Y/N)’s chest? Were they laying dying under the skies of Egypt with their Mom and Dad or with Layla and Marc and Steven?
Were they going to die this time?
Suddenly, the light disappeared. The purple glow illuminating the terrible sights (Y/N) could still see vanished, and they were plunged into darkness. Their body went limp on the ground, and phantom pain floated around them. (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and they fought to try to open them again. Everything felt so heavy.
“What are you—” Harrow cried out, but the sound was far away to (Y/N), like they were falling underwater and leaving all of this behind.
Other screams echoed in (Y/N)’s mind, and the light of flames danced blurrily in front of (Y/N) as they tried to blink, but everything was slow, lethargic.
Then silence.
(Y/N) let out a breath. Blissful silence.
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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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Marc Spector x Platonic! Reader, Steven Grant x Platonic! Reader, Jake Lockley x Platonic!Reader
Reader is gender neutral
Summary: After a huge argument between you and Marc, you two go without speaking for weeks. Until one day, the Moon system is missing and you go out looking for them to bring them back and apologize.
Note: Inspired by The Last of Us >:) also its more Marc x teen!reader tbh
Word count: 8,357 (gaahd daaamn)
Warning: ANGST, death, graphic, mentions of suicide
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Standing above your city, you looked down at the passing small cars and pedestrians. Each of them had their own story, and you wondered how they were doing. If they were going through what you were going through.
Each thought brought you closer to the edge of the abyss than you were already. The wind tried to blow you back as if to save you from your actions.
However, why should you be saved? Your parents were killed by a villain, and you spent your entire life trying to make them happy. But they had vanished, as had your motivation. You had no one else to love you the way they did.
You missed them so dearly that all you wanted to do was go and see them.
After reaching an acceptance, you lifted your foot off the cement, ready to free fall into peace.
“Are you alright?” You heard a man's voice come from behind you.
You turn around to see the same man dressed entirely in white. He was wrapped in cloth and wore what appeared to be body armor on parts of his body. A golden crest adorned the center of his chest. In addition to his costume, his mask featured two white glowing orbs.
“If I was, I wouldn’t be thinking about jumping off,” you say. He nods, admitting his obvious question.
Without much thought, you look back to the edge and lift your foot up once again.
He extends his hand immediately as a deterrent to you continuing. "Wait, I know you might feel like there's nothing else to live for; believe me, I've felt that way before. But how will you know that the finish line was a better end if you just stop here?"
You keep quiet and just observe him. The wind howls, as if to say, take his hand and listen to what this man has to say. It wasn't what he said that made you reconsider, but rather how he attempted to save you. Why you?
You step off the ledge and take a step toward him. You can see him almost breathe out in relief.
His mask vanishes, and you are startled before seeing a man with dark brown curly hair and tanned skin. He appears firm, but his eyes convey kindness.
You reach out to him and take his hand in yours.
—-----
It was the middle of winter and spring four years later. The cold and plush feel of the sheets was incredible. The blanket on top of them kept you close and let you know you were safe.
However, a masculine voice broke all that peace. A well-known one at that.
“Hey, wake up”
The sound of metal rubbing against metal indicated that the curtains were being pulled apart, signaling the end of your comfort. You drew the blanket up to shield your face from the sun's rays.
It was immediately pulled down, and your body balled into a fetal position as the winter cold engulfed you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed Marc holding your blanket away from you. As the drowsiness faded, you reached out an arm to reclaim it, but he yanked it away.
"I know the bed is comfortable, but it's time to go, kid." Marc draped the blanket over the bedframe. He then exited the small room and entered the main part of the apartment.
You sat up slowly, your bones cracking as you did so. You looked out the window, blinking away the sleepiness, to see the day was sunny but cold.
Groaning, you stood up and walked out of your room. You slowly shuffled towards Gus’s tank, grabbing the small plastic can of fish food.
“Already fed them,” a chipper voice was heard.
Looking through the fish tank to the kitchen, you noticed Steven preparing something on the stove. Giving a quick hum, you placed the food back on top of the tank.
“Morning to you, Gus," you said as you lightly tapped the glass of the tank.
You walked to the kitchen to catch a scent of what Steven was cooking.
"Good morning, you three." You sat at the table, awaiting breakfast.
Steven approached you, carrying a plate of vegan sausage and eggs with toast. "Eat up, you and Marc are-”
"Are we going to patrol again? But it's light out and people are walking around," you said as you picked up a piece of vegan meat from the plate with a fork.
"The guys who were trying to catch only happen to come out during the day. So you'll be bait," Marc clarified as he sat down and started eating from his plate.
“Like always,” You grumbled
You guys continued to eat your breakfast before getting ready to start your days.
—
You tried looking for the location that Marc mentioned earlier for today's small mission while walking side by side through the streets of London. Even though it was later, the cold was still with you two, so you wore two layers of clothing.
Shivering, you pulled the collar of your hoodie up to your chin to get warmth. “So who is it we’re trying to stop?”
"A group has been kidnapping people for human trafficking," Marc says before motioning to a table with two seats in front of a cafe.
You two sat at the table, puzzled as to why you were there.
"That's bad. And a coffee break?" As you leaned back in your chair, you said
Marc shakes his head and motions to a building under construction. It was surrounded by a green fence and a large tarp sign with the name of the construction company.
"That's where they're meeting; for now, we'll just wait for them to turn up." Marc reclines in his metal chair.
A waitress approaches and starts asking about your orders. Marc takes the lead as he examines the menu. Meanwhile, you're too preoccupied with looking behind Marc.
Behind him was a table filled with students your age. Each of them had a drink in front of them, and one of them appeared to make a joke based on the way everyone began to laugh.
You couldn't help but be envious of the scene. You were young but mature enough to attend college. However, you were unable to attend one due to a number of factors. As a result, you found it difficult to make friends or socialize with people your own age. Instead, you were with Marc, fighting bad guys.
A voice sounding muffled slowly became clear and snapped you back into reality, “Y/N”
Blinking in realization, you saw Marc and the waitress staring at you, waiting.
"What do you want, kid?" Marc inquired, sounding less annoyed and more patient.
"Oh, I'll just get some matcha tea." You looked up at the waitress for confirmation, and she nodded and walked away.
You two sat in silence, your gaze fixed on the group. Marc noticed as well after following your eyes.
“Anything on your mind?” He turned back to you.
You slightly jumped at how Marc was able to notice you in deep thought, “Nothing really…..actually there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you”
Marc raised a brow and asked, “What is it?”
You shrank, not expecting to be able to speak, and said, "Uh, so I was wondering if I could go back to school..."
Marc stared at you and said, “College?”
You nodded, and the waitress returned with your drinks before you could explain further. You two exchanged an awkward smile before she asked if that was all. She returned to the cafe with just a nod from you two.
“How long have you been thinking about it?” Marc questions that once you two are alone again,
"For a while now," you cross your arms and lean back, your gaze fixed on the road and passing cars.the street and passing cars. "I was thinking I could fit it in on days when you don't need me and I'm stuck at home all day."
You say the last part with annoyance, which Marc notices.
Marc sighs, “Y/N…”
"I know you say that being out in public makes it easy for bad people to find me, but I guarantee you that I can handle myself." You put your elbows on the table to get closer to Marc so he can listen better.
“Y/N”
“I won’t get too many classes!”
“Y/N”
"I'll even stay late to patrol with you guys, and-"
“No!” Marc raises his voice.
You don't mind that a few people in the cafe are now staring at you two. You look down at your untouched cup of matcha, angry rather than sad. Marc sighs, running his hand through his hair.
"We can't risk problems like that; college might make things worse, and you won't be able to handle it on your own if something goes wrong," Marc declares.
You remain silent and stare down at your cup. Marc looks at you, his lips pursed in guilt. He tries to think of ways to break the tension, but nothing comes to mind.
A few cars speed up but then slow down to turn around in front of the previous building. Two men enter and take a look around before closing the gate to the entrance.
"Are you ready to go?" Marc casts a glance your way, but you avoid his sights.
"Please, just—... We'll finish this job and then talk about college, okay?" Marc nearly begged.
Looking back up, you made eye contact, thinking about it before nodding, “Okay”
—
After going over the plan again, you were sent to speak to the group. A few men stood guard by the gate, watching you as you approached. "Hey, I believe I was told to come here?" You looked around and pointed to your phone.
"Another way she's getting people in?" one of the men asks the other.
"She?" You thought to yourself, "This is the first time I hear a girl is leading shit."
“Yeah, follow us” the man finally says and the gate opens, letting you two in.
You look behind you to see if Marc is nearby, but he isn't. You already know he's hiding and trust that he'll be there every step of the way, but being alone for this part is terrifying.
They lead you to the first floor of the unfinished structure. Because it isn't built, the walls aren't there, allowing the wind to blow inside. It is detrimental to your body's temperature.
Looking around, there are a few wooden tables with guns on top of them. It was clear that the group didn't care that it was out in the open.
When they notice you looking at the weapons, they zip tie your hands together without a warning. You struggle to pull your hands apart. The friction you create against the plastic causes your wrist to burn.
“What the fuck?! Get these off!” You give your best acting.
"Shut up, you guys always yell too loud and it's making me deaf," grunts the man. "Let her know that we have another one."
A man nods and walks away. The man walks towards you, pulling a chair to himself and sitting on it backwards.
“Well get comfortable, because it’ll be the-“
"Will this be the last time?" You scoff, shaking your head. You didn't care if it messed up the plan; you were still irritated with Marc.
"You guys just don't know how to make conversation." you moan
"Looks like you're not scared anymore," the man says with a small laugh. "Can you tell me your name, kid?"
"Ew, don't call me a kid, and why does it matter what my name is? You're just going to change it, or however human trafficking works."
This time, the man laugh loudly, "Human trafficking?! That has nothing to do with what we plan to do."
A group walks in on cue, and a woman holds a long object wrapped in cloth. “We found it! Call Vanessa!”
You take a look around and notice how pleased everyone is with the info they have got. You're curious on what everyone is so excited about. Another woman walks in, her ginger hair tied in a tight ponytail. She's dressed in a dark green tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. The thing is, she's your age.
At this point, it is obvious who is the leader of the whole situation and who they call Vanessa.
She walks by and glances at you and asks, “How many do we have now?”
“About 14, you think that’s enough?” The man from before stands up from the chair.
“We’ll see” Vanessa grabs the object and begins to unwrap it.
You concentrate on the mystery item because some of the colors show through each time the cloth is unwrapped. Your eyes then widen with each repetition.
Unwrapped, Vanessa holds up a cane. A cane with a crocodile head on top.
You recall Steven telling you about a fight he and Marc had with a man named Harrow. With the assistance of a goddess named Ammit, he used a cane similar to the one now in use to murder people.
Marc assured you that it had been destroyed and that you were safe, but are you still safe?
The way the two explained the power it possessed scared you. Jake, on the other hand, terrified you with his explanation of the world's future if it returned.
“Bring them to me, we’ll test it out” Vanessa says as she grips the cane.
You blink and realize what is about to happen. Two men lift you up and drag you towards Vanessa.
“Get off!” You try to get away from their grip but they tighten their hold. You search up and around the place, hoping Marc or Steven is there.
Vanessa brings the top of the cane towards your face. You move your head back to escape, but Vanessa keeps drawing it closer.
Marc nor Steven nor Jake were seen. Since they were taking long, you acted on your own.
You use your right hand to pull out the pocket knife you're carrying. You take out the blade and force it through the loop of the zip tie on the plastic. With your hands free, you flip the knife around and aim it at one of the guys' thigh. You slam it into their femur, eliciting a scream from the man.
Both men lose their grip and you stand up, swinging the knife at the other man’s throat. As they back away, more come.
Vanessa glares at you before she tries to use the cane. It starts to glow and you back up into a corner. Theres nowhere to go as the rest of the group surrounds you.
Before Vanessa could send you flying, Marc comes in and side-kicks her down. The cane clatters to the floor and skids across the room.
She lifts herself up and looks at Marc with hatred, "Its you"
Looking at Marc in his suit, he swings left and right at the men. A few members of the group appear from behind you while he is busy. You duck the punches with your knife in hand and target specific areas of their body with the blade.
With the last one dropping to the floor, you catch your breath and look over to see Marc still fighting. To your right is a woman shooting at him but of course not working. Still, it is throwing Marc off course as he fights.
You rush up to her, wrapping your arm around her neck and stabbing her in the stomach. As her body falls limp, she drops the gun to the floor.
Marc notices and finishes off the last man before walking to you.
“Let’s go” He says harshly
“They have the cane, we could get it back” You gesture to where the cane is.
“Let’s go!”
You both go quiet as you hear a loud buzzing sound. As if something is powering up. Turning around, you see Vanessa pointing the cane towards you two, a purple light glowing brighter and brighter.
Not hesitating, Marc picks you up before running out of the building and flies off the ground. A blast passes you two just missing by a bit.
Vanessa glares at you two as you make a break for it.
“Get more ready” she commands the last of her team standing, “He’s going to come back for this”
She holds the cane tightly in her hand, the metal crocodile shining from its polished material.
——
Marc set you down at the apartment after you kicked and squirmed in his grasp. His suit vanished, and he began to walk away from you, hands on his hips, looking down.
"I told you to stick to the plan," he said, his voice deep within his throat. You can almost feel the lingering anger from it.
"I did, but as you saw back there, I was almost killed!" you scrunch up your face as you set your sweater down and sit on the couch. "And I did just fine on my own," you crossed your arms and turned your gaze away from him.
"Really?" he scoffs, "Because it looked like you were being cornered back there, with what? A knife?" He mocked
You try to get a word in but right now Marc is blowing up, “You straight up ignored what I asked of you and almost got yourself killed!”
“But I didn’t,” you say firmly, looking straight into his eyes.
Marc bites his cheek and shakes his head, “You can forget about college”
“What?!” You stand up from the couch.
"You heard me, if I can't trust you to follow a simple plan, how can I trust you to go somewhere as simple as class?"
"Oh, so just because I decided to stand up for myself, you don’t trust me anymore?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, and you both glared at each other. Steven could feel the tension rising and knew things were about to get out of hand. He made the decision to take control of the body right away.
Marc’s composure became timid and soft, and you knew why. Looking up at Steven, he gave a small, one sided smile.
“How about we cool off shall we?” He patted you on the shoulder and began to walk to the kitchen, “Ill make us lunch alright? How does that sound?”
He turned to you with a grin but you stared down to the floor and mumbled, “Im not hungry”
From there, you marched up to your room and shut the door.
“You two could have just talked it through,” Steven sighed.
Jake hummed in response, while Marc stayed quiet.
“You guys might not be related but you sure act like father and daughter”
-
You sat on your bed, your gaze fixed on the wall across from you. There were a few posters and wall decorations, such as shelves with figurines, but directly across from you was a picture of you and Marc at a lake. Jake was cooking kebabs on the grill in the picture next to it. Another picture of you with Steven and Layla.
Just one mistake, and now you've lost the chance to get a normal sense of life. Lost the ability to make friends. Lost the ability to experience so many things all together.
As your thoughts ate you up, you felt a burst of wind. Soon after Khonshu was sitting at your desk that was in the corner of your room. He held his staff and looked at you, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence.
“Why are you here?” You said annoyed.
“I came to see if you might have been climbing through the window again.” He set the staff down, making it lean on the wall.
“You know about me sneaking out?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, I haven’t told your three fathers out there.” He slightly chuckled.
Your face scrunched up, “Don’t say that, you’ll probably jinx it”
After that, there was silence, and Khonshu exhaled, "They're just trying to protect you, especially Marc." They all do care about you”
“If they did care about me, they wouldn’t keep me locked up here,” you say, looking over to the window, seeing how it's still sunny out there.
Khonshu hesitates before continuing “...I know I shouldn’t say this but the reason why he has been keeping you safe is because he sees his younger brother in you”
“He has a brother?”
“Had” he clarifies.
"Marc blames himself for his death and never forgave himself, despite the fact that he was only a child," Khonshu continues. "Perhaps that's why he wants to protect you and heal that wound."
You wrapped your head around what he said and only got angrier, “...So the real reason he kept me around was to use me as some kind of therapy?”
Khonshu paused, “That isnt’t what I said”
“Well thats what it sounds like” you laugh and run your hands through your hair. You stand up from your bed and grab your other hoodie from your dresser and walk to the window.
“Where are you going?” Khonshu stands up, grabbing his staff in the process.
“Just– leave me alone” After you open the window and climb out onto the fire escape.
You descend the escape and walk to the place where you go to be alone. It’s a 20 minute walk from the flat but it’s worth it. It is an abandoned building with a stable flight of stairs leading to an open area with views of London. You walk over to the edge and sit, allowing your legs to dangle. Normally, you do this at night, but because the sun is shining, all you can do is stare at the sky and think.
-
As night falls, you can hear heavy footsteps ascending. When you turn your head, you see Marc in his white suit. His mask falls away, and you can see a sense of relief wash over him. His chest heaves as if he's just flown all over town looking for you. That he did.
You begin to stand up and he rushes towards you. He examines your face to see if your fine and then brings you into a hug.
“What the hell, you don’t just run off like that without telling me or sending me a text” he breathes out.
It would have been nice, but remembering what Khonshu said makes the embrace seem insincere. He was hugging his brother instead of you. You push him away, and he is taken aback but maintains his distance.
“Im tired, and I just want an explanation…” you finally say
Marc nods and asks, “Is it about college? Is that why you left?”
"Part of it” You breathe out, "But that’s not what I wanted to talk about”
“Then what is it?”
You take a moment to find the words but they aren’t hard to find. This makes Marc nervous though.
“Why did you save me?”
It went quiet, Marc looked at you confused, “What?”
“Back when we met, I was going to jump off that building, but you came and talked me out of it.” You hold your ground as you stare at him.
Marc stays quiet and you take that chance to continue talking, “I was supposed to die that day, I already had no plans for my life so I was ready. Instead, you came and saved me, why?”
“…I couldn’t just let you throw your life like that“
You scoffed, “Then tell me it was for me and not your brother”
Marc’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched, “Khonshu told you about my brother?”
You nodded, “So that’s why you saved me? To get closure or something?”
“No, Y/N I-“
“Then what?! Why was I so different that you had to save me?!” you said impatiently.
This time, you shoved him back. He stumbled but stayed on his feet.
“I’m now stuck here dealing with the bad part of the world again! I can’t even make friends because you think I’ll get hurt! And I have to live with hiding from everyone and everything, because of you!”
You try to shove him again, but Marc grabs your hands and pulls them away from you. He was hurt, but discovering the cane was back and failing to stop it was drowning it out. He didn't mean to say what he was about to say.
"Well, I couldn't just let you jump off and end up being a flat piece of meat! What?! Did you want to be another name on the list of people who couldn't deal with life anymore?!"
Taken aback, you step back. Marc notices what he said and closes his eyes in regret, “Kid, I didn’t mean to say that”
“…I should have jumped off faster,” you finally say, “I wish we had never fucking met”
Marc's lips part slightly and only stares at you. He forgets about earlier today and is only focused on you. How there are tears falling from your eyes when they only come out when you two are watching a sad movie. How you are angry when that only happens when you lose at Mario Kart. All these innocent reasons were out of the picture because he had said something he shouldn’t have.
“Y/N..” he reaches out to you but you slap his hand away.
"Don't fucking touch me," your words sting and tense Marc.
You walk past him and walk down the stairs, wiping all the tears with the sleeve of your sweater. Meanwhile Marc stays frozen in the same spot.
-
It’s been two weeks since your argument with Marc. Steven and Jake have taken turns in taking care of you since Marc decided to go AWOL.
He didn't do it because he wanted to; he did it because he knew you despised him. Despised him for never telling you the whole truth about your saving. But most importantly, for insulting your feelings.
The real reason you were angry with him wasn’t that he saved you. It was because he didn’t save you for you.
You were actually angry with him the first week. You didn't want to deal with him. You purposefully ignored him for the first week, only calling out to the other alters. When this happened, Steven and Jake felt terrible and looked at Marc, who only hid.
However, by the second week, all of that rage had vanished. You were no longer angry with him; instead, you missed him. You wanted to apologize, but you assumed he despised you because of the harsh words you used.
It was now raining and cold. It was like Mother Nature knew you were feeling gloomy and wanted to make it worse. You climbed out of bed and looked outside to the storm that was passing through. You frowned and turned to the door of your room.
You peeked to what was the rest of the apartment. It was quiet with only the bubbles from the fish tank bubbling and the rain hitting the roof. The boys weren’t here which left only you in the flat. You walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see if there was anything to eat.
Failing to do so, you shut the fridge door and turned to see a yellow lined sheet of paper on the dining table.
Taking a closer look, it looked like Marc’s handwriting.
Knowing it was from him reminded you again of how much you missed him and his company. You were regretting ever trying to argue with him. If you hadn’t, he would have shared breakfast time with you like every other morning.
Hey, we went to find the cane. Well, be right back. Steven made some vegan stuff and left it on the stove. Please eat.
Even though it was just writing, you can tell Marc was hesitant in starting the note and felt like he was on thin ice. He was probably convinced by the other two to write.
It is delicious! I recommend heating on the stove instead of microwaving. Eat! You need strength! Also, we have news for you when we come back :)
You smiled at how Steven was so cheerful. You were honestly excited about what they had to say. Hopefully it meant you and Marc can stop going through silent treatment.
Cuídate mija, don’t open the door for anyone. My card is on the bed if you don’t want to eat Steven's cooking ;)
You almost laughed knowing it was Jake, he always loved bullying the other two. Getting to the last part, you notice how it switched to Marc’s handwriting again.
We’ll be back soon.
Love From,
Marc, Steven, and Jake
You stared at how the word "love" was crossed out and wondered if Marc was the one who thought of it or if the others did. Either way, it moved you and you felt even worse about yelling at Marc.
You fold the note and put in the pocket of your sweatpants. Going to the fridge, you grab the pot of pasta and walk over to the stove. You heat it over the flame and wait for it boil.
In the meantime, you return to your room. You stoop to the level of your bed and place your hand beneath it. You move your hand around mindlessly until it comes into contact with a small box.
Pulling it out, you open it two see two blunts with a lighter inside. Once you take out both the lighter and a blunt, you make your way to the nearest window.
Taking a look at the lighter, you examine the almost peeling moon sticker on it. It was from a sheet that you saw at the market when you went with Marc for groceries a while back
You slipped it into the basket before he noticed it in the line. All he did was simply look at it and give a small chuckle, glancing at you before putting it with the rest of the items.
You smiled as you inserted the blunt between your teeth and lit the end with your lighter. You inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke out the window and into the world. Notifying everyone who passes by that you are high at the moment.
The soothing patter of the rain put you in a pondering state. Wondering if you can handle another two months of not speaking to Marc again.
Actually you couldn’t, and you didn’t want to.
You didn’t want to give him the silent treatment anymore and you wanted to apologize. Apologize for not having a civil conversation which turned to a yelling battle.
You thought of the choice of words for Marc and how to repay him for the damage that was done.
Letting out another breath of smoke, you came to a closing.
“Hope you aren’t angry with me” you sigh and put out the blunt.
—————
A Few Hours Earlier
—————
In his Moon Knight suit, Marc was jumping from building to building trying to find the new hiding spot of the group. The storm made it almost difficult to see any suspicious buildings in sight. However, they weren’t even in his mind right now.
“Mate, I think it’s time to talk about Y/N”
“Yes, I think you two should talk when we come back”
“I know,” Marc continued staring straight ahead, “I just don’t know how to apologize. They probably hate me”
“They don’t hate you, they idolize you”
“They do?”
“Of course, that move they did back at the hideout was yours. They have been watching you anytime you go and fight”
Marc maintains his silence but can't help but smile. This time it hits him how much he misses you as well. He misses being able to tell you about his day. Your movie nights and Nintendo tournaments. For you, he’ll do anything to make it up to you.
“…I’ll talk to them when we’re done with this,” he says.
Steven and Jake smile, “Then let’s get this done quickly”
Marc continues running on top of the roofs until he stops and sees a building with purple flowing out of the windows.
“That’s them”
Marc stands on the edge of a nearby building and examines each room, trying to find where the so called Vannessa is at.
“There”
Marc looks over to one window and sees Vanessa talking to some group members. In another window he can see the cane on a table unprotected.
Marc gets off the building and jumps into one of the windows closest to the cane. With the breaking of glass, everyone in the building is now alerted but Marc can take them.
That is until he feels his power begin to leak out of his body. Confused he looks to his hands and sees how his suit is starting to disappear to where soon he is just in his casual clothes. Looking around, he sees the group corner him with guns drawn. He doesn’t move a muscle and only raises his hands up to show surrender. Soon Vanessa makes her way in and stares at Marc.
"I don't have a good feeling about this"
“Took you long enough. Got lost?” She said snarkily, “Oh wait, I forgot you're an ex-marine right?”
She then looks over to one of the men and gestures her head to Marc, “In the leg”
Before Marc can understand, a shotgun is loaded, soon aimed, and a bullet is fired at his thigh. Marc lets out a scream of pain and drops to his knees, holding the wound. Two men rush in and hold him against the wall.
"Marc!"
"Let me take control!"
Marc tries to get out of their grip, but with the pain in his leg throbbing, he feels his senses leaving.
Vanessa makes her way to him and crouches down to his level, looking into his eyes.
“To cut it quick, remember how that red witch controlled that small town? Well it turns out she had a barrier going on, so I said why not I do it too. Point A you crossed and point B you are now powerless and,”
Vanessa takes out a blade and lodges it into Marc’s other thigh, which causes him to groan in pain, but he continues to look at her.
“Mortal. Oh, and I know about your weird alter, Jack? Jake? I don’t fucking know, but I know he’s a pain in the ass but with no mobility, he’s nothing”
"Hija del reputa madre"
Marc glares at her and stays quiet.
“Aren’t you wondering why I’m being a bitch to you?”
“Well when you see a bitch you’ll expect them to be a bitch” Marc remarks which causes Vanessa to land a punch on his face.
“Funny. You’re not going to be laughing soon. Do you know who I am?”
Marc huffs and just shrugs, “Why don’t you just tell me and get this over with”
Vanessa lands him another punch and this time Marc is now bleeding from his nose.
“Switzerland. You were there looking for the scarab, and my father,” Vanessa stabs Marc once again in the thigh, “was there and you killed him. For what? For trying to make the world a better place?”
Marc doesn’t say anything but just glares at her. Vanessa scoffs and gets up, walking to another table.
“Tourniquet his legs” is all she says before grabbing a bat. A woman does what she says and ties a rope above Marc’s wound.
Everyone watches Vanessa’s moves, awaiting for next command. She turns to him and winds her elbow back before landing a blow to Marc's head.
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The rain was still going, which is what lulled you into sleep. You were laying on the couch with an arm covering half your face. The blunt might have also been part of the equation in your slumber.
The coffee table was a mess before but now an even bigger mess with the bowl of food that Steven made being on there with the fork inside. Next to it was your ashtray which had what was left of your blunt.
You felt at peace before you heard urgent knocking at the door. Slowly opening your eyes, you sit up and hear your bones crack from being asleep.
Walking over to the door, you check the peephole and see Layla still knocking.
You open the door, and Layla looks at you a tad disappointed, "Hey, what’s up?”
“Can I come in? It’s urgent” She points to the inside of the apartment which you nod and let her in.
“Jesus, was that you?” Layla coughs and waves her hand to get the smoke that fills the room away.
“Uh, maybe. Anyway, what happened? You’re never this freaked out”
Layla bites her cheek, “Have you heard from Marc? Steven? Jake? Any of them?”
You blink, “Not as of lately, all I got was a note from them saying they were going to find the cane”
“Yeah, the last text I got was him saying he found the hideout, but I haven’t gotten a response.” Layla pulls out her phone.
She shows you the last message from him, which was about 5 hours ago. Usually Marc would need less than that to complete a job.
“Maybe things got heavy, they’re probably on their way now.” You try to reason, but in reality, you begin to worry.
“If they were, I would be able to see their location but it’s off. I have a bad feeling something might have happened” Layla's face is tense and she doesn't appear to be able to relax.
Usually Layla was the one who was the calmest amongst the trio. So whatever it was that happened must be bad.
“What do we do?” You cross your arms.
Layla fidgets with her wedding ring as she looks down, “I-I don’t know”
All you do is stare at Layla and try to think. The boys were always the brains in this sort of thing, all you did was follow. What would they do?
You can probably retrace your steps, but again, you have been missing out on all the meetings ever since you claimed your hatred for the side missions.
A blast of wind comes and blows away all the pages that were on the coffee table. You and Layla turn to the noise and see Khonshu. However, he looks rough and stressed. Having both of the ofthe group who always calm now stressed was odd and almost a bad omen. He doesn’t waste any time before he starts.
“They’re in trouble, the group created a barrier which caused me to unlatch from them”
“What?” You say with disbelief.
“There’s no time! They are in grave danger and need help!”He bangs his staff on the ground to get the message across.
You feel your heart begin to beat rapidly. You’re almost frozen by the news that they're in danger. They have saved you countless of times so it would make sense to repay the debt.
“Take me,” you say and Layla looks at you shocked.
She grabs onto your shoulders, “Y/N, no. We have to go together, we don’t know what they are capable of”
“I can handle it on my own,” you say before removing her hands and holding them, “I’ll be fine, I’ll send you the address and you can meet us there”
You begin to walk to Khonshu which he does not hesitate to give you your own powers temporarily. You are quickly enveloped in a similar suit of the Moon Knight’s. If it was a normal situation, you would have gloated but today was different.
“Wait Y/N!” Layla calls out but you are gone. She looks around to think before she calls for an old friend.
——
All you can do is keep running, jumping from building to building. Nothing else is on your mind but the three men who have been by your side for the past few years.
“It’s right there!” Khonshu called out.
You looked down and see a building with a purple glow coming from inside the windows before it leaves. That must have been the barrier that was made to stop Marc and the others from having Khonshu by their side.
Khonshu immediately takes you to the building's entrance. It doesn’t take you long before you burst through the doors. The suit disappearing at the same time. You don’t let Khonshu explain to you how many there are or what they are capable of doing. All you want is to see Marc again and apologize for everything you've said. How you are glad that you met him.
You look around the first floor quickly to find signs of one of the boys being there but they aren’t. Rushing up the flight of stairs you find an open space with a few tables of a few weapons. You walk to one and grab a pistol. You check for bullets which thankfully it has a few.
You never learned to handle one before which leads you to grabbing a knife from there too. Once you look over your weapons, you hear a large thud coming from upstairs and grunting.
“Marc” You breath out and sprint up the stairs.
All that adrenaline begins to spread through your body. That is until you get to the top of the stairs.
The scene is horrifying. Your eyes widen and you feel the world go quiet, only your heartbeat can be heard banging through your ears. At first you thought it was your pulse going crazy.
Thud
It was just your pulse.
Thud
It was your pulse, thats what you kept telling yourself.
Thud
Marc received another blow to the head. He was helpless. He could only lie on his stomach and let blood drain from his nose and mouth. His left eye was purple and swollen. Red had now stained his dark brown curls.
All of this pain inflicting on him was coming from the red haired woman. Vanessa.
You're enraged, and you swear you see red. You point the gun at her, ready to fire, when one of the members notices you and tries to take the gun from you. You two fall to the ground while attempting, causing the gun to skid across the floor. You pull out your knife before he can get up. You swing it at the man horizontally. Making a cut at his neck.
Unfortunately, it is not deep enough.
When the other two members notice your presence, they tackle you. You try to push them off with all your strength, but they pin your arms behind your back. Their weight crushes you, causing your cheek to collide with the cold floor.
“Get the fuck off me!” You yell out.
The man who you cut wipes the blood off and glares at you. He immediately rushes to you and begins to kick you in your stomach, calling you a ‘bitch’. Before he can do more damage, another member holds him back.
“Hey! Hey! Thats enough!” Says the man as he tries to keep his friend from beating you.
You don’t care about the man though. All your attention is on the redhead. You have never felt so much anger as you do right now.
“You’re going to fucking die!” You growl.
She looks at you and cocks her head to the side, “It’s you from before”
You continue to glare at her before two other people come in. One man and one woman, they look at the scene before continuing on with Vanessa.
“Who’s that?” The man points at you.
The woman then adds, “How are they here? Why weren’t you on watch?”
The one with the cut on his neck yells, “I didn’t know he’d bring someone else!”
“Well thats enough, it won’t take long until people report a noise complaint” the man looks at Vannessa.
“You want what I want, right?” She grips the base of the bat as she stares at the man.
The man stays quiet and just says, “End it. Now”
Realizing what they said, you stop resisting and look over to Marc’s body. You look at him with pleading eyes and beg, “Guys, get up. Get up!”
Even though they are badly hurt, you can see the small shift between Steven and Jake. Jake, who tries to move but fails. Steven, who tries to reach out to you but can’t.
They soon give control to Marc. He tries his best to open his eyes and looks over at you. He mumbles your name, you’re the only thing he focuses on once again.
“Marc, fucking get up!” Your voice cracks.
You look back at Vanessa and now beg, “Please stop!”
She ignores you and winds her arm back, having a tight grip on the bat.
“Please don’t do this…” you sob, “Marc, please get up!”
Vanessa then brings the bat down and smashes it against Marc’s skull. Blood spilling more than there was.
“Nooo!” You yell out feeling your throat burn from forcing your vocal cords.
You sob as you stare at Marc’s lifeless body. The man who loved and protected you was no longer here. He was gone.
One of the members walk up to his body and spit on him, wishing him to be in hell. That same anger from before comes back up and you try to get up.
“I'll fucking kill you!” You keep repeating to them.
The members of the group began debating whether or not to kill you. However, as you stare at Marc, all of their voices become muffled. Your gaze then shifts to Vanessa, who drops the bat and turns to face you.
You remember her features. In fact, all of their features. Memorize them so they don't believe they are free. Keep them close by memorizing them. Remember them for Marc. Remember them for Steven. Remember them for Jake. It's for them.
You breathe heavily before one member comes to you and kicks you in the head to knock you out.
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“Y/N” Layla softly calls out to you, shaking your body awake.
She is wearing her suit given to her by Tawaret. She was too late though.
You open your eyes slowly and mumble, “Are they…”
Layla looks down and nods, “I’m sorry”
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Back at the apartment, you stayed sitting on their bed. What once used to be their bed. The sheets are still undone and you can still see where their head lay. They would have done the bed by now. There would be food being cooked right now. Instead, it was their funeral.
You fidget with the Star of David necklace that used to be theirs. Looking at it, remembering how it sat around their neck.
A knock comes from the door but you don’t try to get up. Usually it was one of them knocking, usually because they forgot their keys or wallet. But they aren’t here. The door didn’t matter.
It opens, and you can hear hesitant steps approaching you. Layla can be recognised by her heels clicking on the wooden floors. "Are you ready?" she asks, holding both hands over her stomach as she turns to face you.
Her voice is almost a whisper. She must have been crying all night.
“Yeah…” You look up at her and see you were right.
Her eyes were red and her face tear stained. Yet she tried to keep her composure for you. She wore a black slim dress with black heels. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail.
For you, all you had on was a black jacket, shirt, and jeans with black boots.
You two made your way outside the building to a taxi. Layla spoke to the driver while you remained silent and gazed out the window. You were numb because the world seemed numb to you.
Soon enough you got to the cemetery and saw a few people there. Not family but more of colleagues from his Egyptian work it seemed. You and Layla stayed close to his grave, watching as his coffin lowered inside. All you could do was think about his beaten face inside that coffin.
Once buried, everyone quickly left except you. You remained motionless, staring at the tombstone. You got down on your knees, grabbed a small pebble, and placed it on top of the stone, following a Jewish tradition you'd learned beforehand.
“I'm so sorry, I should have said that earlier. If only I did” you croaked.
After bidding farewell to last guests, Layla walked up behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, “When your ready”
"Um, I'll catch up to you. I just need more time," you say, looking up at her.
Layla gives a tight smile and nods, “Okay." She walks away, her steps fading away.
You breath out, seeing your breath in the cold. Your fingers were frozen but you didn’t care. As expected, you feel the wind pass by you. Knowing who it was, you didn’t bother in looking up.
“I am sorry for your loss, Y/N” Khonshu gently says.
You don’t say anything and continue to stare at Marc’s carved name on the tombstone. Khonshu doesn’t find it surprising and understands.
He thinks before he says, “As you humans say, they are no longer suffering here-”
“I want to go look for them.” You don’t look up at him when you say it. You grab a handful of dirt from the ground and slowly release it back down.
Khonshu, surprised, responds, "It's dangerous, they wouldn't want you to go alone"
"I know they wouldn't want me to, but I want to. Are you going to help me?" You take a step forward and look at him. He looks into your eyes and sees the revenge burning within your irises.
He stays quiet, which you take as a no. “Fine, I’ll do it by myself”
You clench your fist and look down at the grave. Marc's death plays over and over in your mind. Each face flashes through your mind, and you consider how each one aided in his death. How you begged them to stop.
“I’m going to kill, every last one of them”
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Anyways, wasn't that cool? :D
Also, I know the argument between the reader and Marc was dumb but you try coming up with an argument that isn't cliche or one that would be reasonable for you to get mad at. It was for the plot is what I'm trying to say.
If yall want me to write a happy ending to it let me know or don't idk
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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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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 🥰🥰🫶
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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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baby scarab || 64
masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? angst, more angst, yelling, mentions of past child abuse, let me know if i missed anything.
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you were sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning while slowly picking at a muffin steven had made earlier.
marc sat across from you, and layla had left earlier as well.
it was silent. too silent. you could hear every drop of rain that fell on the ground a couple stories down.
that was until you decided to speak up.
"so... am i still grounded?" you ask uncomfortably.
marc sighs a runs a hand through his hair. "yes. but.. for less time. and i know this will.. absolutely break your heart but.. but..... oh motherfu- jake you do it"
"no"
"darling listen.." steven takes over. "we decided as a group.. and your mother and even khonshu agrees but... we've decided that you won't be able to be arachnid until you're eighteen.." your heart drops at stevens sentence.
"what..?" you ask shakily and marc sighs.
"i know it's hard to hear, but we really mean it this time. we can't have you out there getting hurt-"
"but you do it all the time!" you interrupt. "jake knows how important it is to me- he agrees that i should have freedom! right jake?" you look to him in the mirror and he gives you a sad look.
"wha- jake?! you too?! seriously- i- you've seen what i can do- i-" you cut yourself off, tearing up and putting your head in your hands, allows resting on the table.
steven sighs sadly. "it's okay darling, we're sorry but- you need to focus on your school work, i mean it's the beginning of march and you're failing almost all your classes! you haven't even been in school all too much either!" he raises his voice and you look up at him.
"you can't do this- it doesn't matter if i graduate i don't even know what i'm going to do in life- all i have are these stupid powers!" you tell back at him and a stern look takes over stevens face.
"no, you listen. you need to graduate, i'm not letting you throw your life away-"
"why not?! you're already taking away everything else!" you cut him off again.
steven scoffs, which is something unlike him to do. "excuse me? we are taking away one thing- and it hurts you don't you understand? it's gotten you kidnapped!" he raises his voice another notch.
you groan out of annoyance. "steven just stop- im not giving this up, i can't" you start. "there's people out there that need my help-"
"they have us, kid" marc says and you look to the mirror where he looks at you. "you aren't invincible! you're just a kid, you shouldn't be out there risking your life-"
"neither should you! what if one day khonshu can't heal you?! what- what if one day i just sit here like an idiot waiting for you to come home and you never do?!" you stand up from your seat.
"y/n we will always come home- but you however are young and inexperienced. you are more likely to die out there than we are" steven answers. "we can't lose you. we are doing this because we love you, i need you to understand that" he quiets his voice and you sigh, sitting back down.
"but that's why i-" you're interrupted by khonshu appearing in a thick fog before he turns to steven.
"we must go!" he shouts and you look to steven in a panic.
"no! i- i just got back-"
"darling listen, we will continue this when we get back but you have to promise me you'll stay here-"
"don't just leave! what's wrong with you?!-"
"casper is coming over to make sure you stay put- now we really have to go-" steven continues to talk over you while his suit forms onto his body.
"steven this isn't fair-"
"don't talk to me about 'fair', now i love you, just stay here" steven days before leaving out the window, making you stare with wide eyes at all that just happened.
"great job 'dad'. sending my fucking boyfriend to come babysit me" you mutter under your breath as you speed walk to your room and slam the door shut, falling onto your bed face first.
that's when you immediately hear a knock at the front door and you groan out of annoyance.
"yeah okay- can't even get a fucking minute of peace" you mumble, swinging your door open to march to the front door.
you open it to see casper with a sad smile on his face. "are you okay?" he asks quietly and you sigh, dragging him in by his sleeve and shutting the door.
"i'm fine. it's not like you came here just to babysit me" you say sarcastically and sit down on the couch with your arms crossed.
casper sighs and goes to sit next to you. "i came here to make sure you're okay. and because i love you" he says honestly, and you look over to him.
"and to make sure i don't leave" you add and he shakes his head.
"even i know that i couldn't stop you if you really wanted to leave" he says and you nod. "that's true-"
"but you wouldn't. i can tell how exhausted you are right now" casper tells you and you look away, biting the inside of your cheek.
"i'm not even-"
"come on, marc told me everything that happened. have you even tried to sleep since then?" he asks and you stay quiet.
casper sighs and stands up in front of you, offering you a hand. "come on" is all he says before you take his hand.
he takes you to your room and pulls the blanket back on your bed.
you get the message and sit down, looking up at casper as he slips his shoes off before joining you.
"just get some sleep, okay? i'm worried about you" he pushes you down so that your head hits your pillow.
"i'm really not in the mood to sleep right now-" you try sitting back up and casper moves behind you to put his arms around your waist, keeping you from sitting up.
"casper-"
"you're not getting out of this and i'm not leaving until you fall asleep"
"how about you just don't leave at all"
"deal"
you smile to yourself before turning around in casper's arms to face him.
"and for the record, i love you too" you lean to press a kiss to casper's lips before burying your face in his neck.
casper sighs in content and hugs you closer, feeling almost just as tired as you were.
i'm not even two minutes both of you were fast asleep in each others arms, not a care in the world about anything that has ever happened.
meanwhile a few hours later you were still asleep, but in a different position.
you were on your back, head to the side while casper was still hugging your waist but with his face buried in your stomach.
and that's what jake had come home to.
he smiles as and shook his head before closing your door and quietly cleaning up the dried blood on his face.
it wasn't his by the way.
another hour passed and marc was extremely stressed about how tense them and you were before they left, and was almost scared of the next conversation you were going to have once you woke up.
he heard your door open a moment later and thought the worst.
that was until he realized it was casper and not you. he unknowingly let out a sigh of relief as casper approached him.
"how was she?" marc asks quietly and casper sits down next to him.
"justifiably angry" he starts. "i know that she understands why you're taking away arachnid, but it is a part of her now" he explains and marc sighs.
"i know but she's my kid.. she should be focusing on school, not listening to the news and going out to risk her life everyday" marc rants and casper nods.
"i miss her" casper confesses. "the real y/n. she used to try, like actually try. she had a job, and she tried her hardest in school but now.. she's changed so much" he takes a breath. "and i get that she's been going through things lately, like being kidnapped and- and taken by the police but- i need her back" he looks tearfully to marc, who gives him a concerned look.
"i can't let her destroy herself, i just can't" casper hides his tears behind his hands. "i love her marc. i would do anything to make her happy again"
marc puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "i.. i know how that feels" he starts. "i'm glad she found someone like you.. and i hate that i just admitted that" casper smiles slightly at marc's comment and wiped his tears away.
"thank you, sir"
"call me marc.. you've earned it" marc mumbles and casper nods before marc furrows his brows in thought.
and that was when jake fronted, and casper noticed a change.
"you guys didn't actually have sex did you?" jake questions and casper quickly shakes his head
"no- no. we didn't..." he says.
"but?" jake adds and casper sighs.
"she.. she tried to get something started and i could tell she didn't want it" casper starts. "i.. i stopped her before anything actually happened.."
jake looks down at the ground. "..are you both okay?" he asks and casper nods.
"yeah, i.. i know she wasn't in the right headspace.... and i knew she was hurting" he finishes and jake nods.
"thank you"
casper looks confused. "for what? i just did the right thing- anybody would've done it-"
"no i.. we thank you for protecting her. even though she's technically a 'superhero' she still needs someone" jake starts. "someone like you" he admits and casper smiles slightly.
he's about to say something when you come wandering out, yawning and wiping away the tear stains from your cheeks.
nobody said anything. you just stood looking at them.
"you guys were talking about me.. weren't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"all good things" casper tells you. he thought that one little lie couldn't hurt, as long as you didn't use all your energy up again from crying and being overall angry.
"does this mean you have to go home?" you ask him, not even bothering to acknowledge jake.
casper sighs. "i believe it does.. but we will see each other at school tomorrow, and i can help you get caught up" he offers while standing up.
you simply nod and tiredly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him waist in a hug.
casper hugs you back and when you let go he heads to the door.
"i'll see you tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself for me" he says before leaving.
you stare at the door for a moment before looking hesitantly at jake.
there was an awkward silence before either of you said anything.
"are you still mad at us?" jake asks which earns a scoff from marc at his bad choice in starting a conversation.
you furrow your brows and cross your arms in front of your chest. "what do you think, dip shit?" you retort and jake stands up with his hands on his hips.
"disculpe?" jake responds and you look away from him with a shake of your head.
"hey- look at me when i'm talking to you" he says sternly so with attitude, you look back at jake, who seemed to switch.
"don't call him that" steven starts, taking his hands off his hips to put them in his sweaters pockets. "you don't get to swear at us like that-"
"yeah? but what stopped me before?" you interrupt and steven takes a deep breath.
"don't interrupt me, and when you did it before it wasn't to hurt us- you better apologize to him or so help me-"
"so help you what? what are you going to do? send my boyfriend back here to babysit me while you go fuck around in your stupid suit?" you start angrily. "how about taking my phone- oh wait! you already have! god knows when i'll fucking get it back!"
"you watch your tone-"
"i'm not finished 'steven'" you say his name as if it's a curse in your mouth. "bet you're regretting adopting me now, huh? it's all been shits and giggles up until you took everything away from me! first my phone- and- and then arachnid- what's next?! are you going to starve me?! resort to beating me, because i damn well deserve it!"
stevens eyes widen at your words and the fact that your angrily yelling at him, marc and jake are just as shocked but can't find anything to possibly say.
"why did you even adopt me?! why bother trying- you've never been around kids before- and marc's had a bunch of trauma associated with it so why?!" you yell in stevens face and he hesitates in putting a hand on each of your shoulders.
"listen. we love you y/n, please just tell us why you're so worked up" he offers quietly and calmly and you stare up at him confused.
"..what...- you- answer my damn question!" you shove his hands off you you.
"we adopted you because we all saw part of ourselves in you.." steven starts.
that's when marc fronted. it was getting to be a bit too much for steven.
"even before jake.. me and steven both saw a part of ourselves in you. and you were hurting. you were overworked with school and your job, and you were being bullied at school- we had to at least help you" he starts and you calm down enough to listen.
"we.. grew attached. we became protective over you because we saw you as our kid. i have always had trouble expressing.. feelings... and so have you now please, please just tell us what's bothering you" he takes a breath. "please baby, i know you're hurting just tell us how we can help you" his voice breaks at the end of his sentence and you look down at the ground.
it's silent for a minute while you try and hold back tears.
"i.. if i can't help then what's the point..?" you start slowly, still staring at the floor. "i don't want to just sit here and do nothing... nobody else knows what's going on out there with harrow- and- and all that shit- i just want to stop it. it's my fault" you take a deep breath.
"i should've died out there where my mother left me.." you manage to rasp out before marc looks at you in absolute terror.
he moves his hands to each side of your face to lift your head up so he could look you in the eyes.
"don't you ever say that again, you hear me? nothing is your fault- and we're sorry for being so hard on you when you got home but you need to learn. you need to have a life outside arachnid, where you can get a job you love- maybe have a family of your own one day but you can't do that it you're constantly being hurt physically and emotionally" he pauses. "you need a break"
you don't say anything but your eyes gather with tears as you take in a shaky breath.
"..i'm sorry...." you manage to squeak out before tumbling into full blown sobs.
"i'm so sorry- i didn't mean to yell at you guys! i know why you do these things and i shouldn't take my anger out on you it's not fair! i'm sorry- i'm so so sorry-!" you get pulled into marc's chest, and your arms fall around his shoulders as you cry your heart out into his shirt.
"shh.. it's okay, we know you. we know you don't mean those things-"
"no marc you don't understand! i've been a horrible person to you guys and you didn't even do anything-"
"no. stop thinking like that, okay? i only want to hear you say good things about yourself, none of this self deprecating bullshit" marc rubs your back as you calm down, and you refuse to look up at him.
"i'm sorry.." you wipe your face. "stevens suit isn't stupid.. it's great" you sniff.
"it's okay darling, are you feeling better?" steven speaks up through the mirror on the wall.
"i shouldn't have yelled at you.." you say quietly, and wipe at your wet cheeks again.
"it's alright, you were just blowing off steam.. but next time just talk to us okay?" steven requests gently and you nod.
"good, now you seriously need to eat something, you're going to pass out from exhaustion" marc says and guides you back to the kitchen table where your muffin still sits from earlier in the day.
"if you want something else-"
"no.. it's fine" you cut him off and start taking small bites of the muffin.
you eat your muffin while marc sits across from you at the table, trying to decide if he should say anything.
he overall decides to, with the help of steven and jake.
"is there anything else bothering you..?" he asks and you look up at him and nod slightly.
he tilts his head at you as if asking you to go on.
you sigh and look down at the table, specifically the empty muffin wrapper.
"i just.. i miss how we used to be. i've been a terrible girlfriend to casper too.." you voice your worries and marc sighs.
"i miss you too. you lost yourself for a while and we are all here to help you, you know that" he starts. "and don't worry about casper. that kid loves you so much, i've seen it"
you look up at him and nod, slowly standing up from your chair, making marc do the same.
you slowly walk over to him to snake your arms around his waist and rest your forehead on his chest.
marc gently puts a hand around the back of your head and the other around your shoulder.
"it's okay. you'll be okay, kid" he tells you, which makes you tear up again.
you stood there with him for what felt like hours, and he didn't mind one bit.
steven and jake let him have this moment with you, letting him hold you while you calmed yourself.
who knows what the future would bring from here?
would you turn yourself around? would you go back to being an angst teenager?
but more importantly, would you lose someone close to you..?
i guess we won't know until later.
much later.
you thought this was going to be the end of this little chapter of your life didn't you?
tsk. you should know me better than that by now-
anyways, now, you're doing much better. it was now middle of april and you've gotten your grades up to C's, you get your phone for the day, and your dads take it at night and charge it in the kitchen.
your cats are no longer kittens, they have matured to the point where they fight for a spot on your bed, and whoever loses has to usually sleep with marc.
you'd gone on a couple dates with casper, who had gotten his first job at an ice cream parlor about 5 minutes away from his house.
so of course, he had to spoil you and take you to a fancy restaurant.
with a live quartet too. he wore the nicest clothes he had, and you did as well.
layla lent you an old dress of hers for the occasion, it was dark red with gold accents around the trim.
casper thought you crash landed there from heaven that night.
now back to present day, casper was walking you home from school while you fidgeted with your phone.
casper noticed the nervous tick, so he spoke up. "hey, you feeling alright?" he asks and you nod slightly.
"yeah.. just.. evie asked me to go to a party with her tonight and i'm nervous to ask my dads" you voice your worries and casper hums.
"well the worst they can do is say no" he points out and you turn your head to smile at him.
"i know. i guess i just needed reassurance, so thank you" you say kindly and casper opens the door to your apartment building for you.
"it's no problem. do you want me to come up with you?" he asks.
"no, that's okay. you should get home and get your brace off, i know it's been itching lately" you offer and casper chuckles.
"well i'll see you tomorrow then" he smiles.
you nod and lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips before backing up to the elevator.
"i love you, see you tomorrow" you smile and he waves before leaving.
you get a bit nervous in the elevator, watching the numbers rise as you reach your floor.
'the worst they can do is say no' you chant in your head before unlocking the door.
you walk in and leave your bag by the door while steven made tea at the stove.
"hey darling, how was school?" he turns to you for a second with a grin.
"it was good.." you say and steven turns to you with a confused look on his face.
"and..?" he asks and you fidget with your fingers before looking up at him.
"evie invited me to a party tonight.." you say quietly and steven looks over to the mirror on the wall.
"but it's fine if you want me to stay here i understand-"
"how much homework do you have?" marc asks and you blink a few times before answering.
"casper helped me finish it all during lunch"
marc sighs before nodding to steven.
"you can.. you can be out until 11 at the latest. and we will drive you there and back. you're lucky it's a weekend" he jokes and you smile at him.
"you mean it? i can go?" you ask excitedly.
steven nods. "you've been doing better, i think.. we think it'll be a nice reward for you, to keep you motivated, you know?"
"thank you!" you rush to hug steven and both marc and jake smile at you through the mirror.
steven reluctantly pulls away as jake speaks up. "now go clean your room"
"okay!- thanks dads!" you yell as you run to your room to begin cleaning.
i mean, what's the harm in letting you go to a party with your friend?
you've pulled yourself together and began focusing on school and your relationships with your loved ones.
you were finally you again.
what could possibly go wrong?
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A/N : omg this took way too long, but IM BACK!! i have more time to write now and im back in my baby scarab mindset lol. hope you enjoyed, and ill see you later!!
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Being Marc Spector’s sibling
Pairings: Marc Spector x gn!teen!reader, (Steven Grant x gn!teen!reader, Moon Knight x gn!teen!reader, Konshu x gn!teen!reader, Jake Lockley x gn!teen!reader)
Imagine: what I think it would be like to be Marc Spector’s little sibling
Warnings: child abuse, abandonment, mention of death, angst, protective Marc and Steven, fluff (is fluff even a warning) mention of school and grades
A/N first of please ignore the fact that I accidentally spelled Konshus name wrong a few times in this, I don’t have the energy to fix it.
so I’m finally back at writing, it’s the first day of summer break and I’m continuing writing the request that I have, and sorry for the wait on those requests, but at least I hope you can enjoy this for the time being.
And I added the grade part because if you are anything like me you don’t have the best grades in school and are kinda tired of all the readers have like the highest grade or so
And lastly I did not exactly follow the mcu timeline with everything in this, just so you guys know
I’m thinking you were like very young when Marc and Randall went to the cave, like a baby or something like that
So growing up you wouldn’t of really known who Randall was
But guess what your mother still blamed you and Marc for what happened to Randall, even though you hadn’t done anything, it wasn’t like you could do anything, as you were a baby at the time
Your mother thought that if you hadn’t been born then she could of had more attention on Randall and Marc, to make sure that Marc didn’t do anything stupid
Because of that when you got older your so called mother started hitting you as he did with Marc
Though it rarely happened to you as Marc promised himself to always protect you, he couldn’t protect Randall so you got all his attention instead of both his younger siblings
Marc took most of the beatings, and when he left when he was older it all changed, after all now you were the only child that your mother could beat
Your father had tried to stop some of the beating but it was to no luck
Though luckily for you, you were able to walk away just like Marc had done
Once again your father knew he couldn’t stop his other child from walking away so instead he gave you a bit of money and went home, not without a goodbye of course
And with that you were finally out in the world away from that hell you had called home for so many years
You hadn’t heard of Marc in a very long time and you didn’t really know what to do
But unbeknown to you ever since Marc had become the avatar of Konchu he had always made sure to at least twice a week (often more) check that you were okay, especially when you still lived with your parents
Ultimately you ended up moving to London, studying at one of the best schools
You got a job at the library close by your apartment and actually got a pretty good amount of money from it, it was enough to get you by
So one day when Steven walked into the library to loan a book you didn’t know it was him
You hadn’t seen Marc or Steven in a very long time and had no idea how they looked now, as you never even went to your mothers funeral
Of course you knew Steven you had met him a few times as a kid when Marc still lived at home, he was the one who used to read to you every night if Marc had a really bad day that day, and you had seemed to love when Steven read to you as he read with such enthusiasm and excitement
Though eventually you figured out that it was them
And let just say you were angry
Marc had literally left with Steven without contacting you in any way possible
Turns out Steven had thought he talked to you every day but he wasn’t as well as he never talked to your mother either
So that left you angry at Marc, you thought he had died
But when Marc talked to you about it he also told you that if he wanted you to be safe Konchu had told him that you and Gina couldn’t be in contact
After that the two of you tried to slowly mend together your relationship
It had its ups and downs but eventually you all made it work
Even Konchu let the two of you be, for some reason he liked you and couldn’t bare to see you sad, and well for some reason you could see him (he thought it could be because you and Marc shared blood, but none of you ever truly figured it out)
One of the strongest memories of these times I think would be the first time you saw Marc fight with the Moon Knight suit
You had nearly been mugged by a few thieves while going to the store late at night bc you had to go buy something (idk what)
That was when Moon Knight showed up and beat the crap out of the guy until Steven were able to stop Marc, as he reminded Marc that you were in fact still there watching everything
So Marc stopped and went over to you instead and comforted you
Turns out a few days later those thieves ended up dead not because of Marc or Steven no because of Jake, who you had actually never met before
After that night you were a bit scared at first as it had reminded you of your mother but eventually after a lot of promises for Marc about not killing people while you were close by, and a lot of cuddles from Marc as well it all turned out okay
Eventually you guys moved into the same apartment as Marc was like your guardian at the moment
Turns out it was one of the best things you ever did
Marc usually bought you some kind of snack and often times he made Stevn come home with something from the museum as it turns out after seeing Konchu for the first time you got fascinated by Egyptian mythology
Turns out Marc is better at cooking food than you are
And now you had someone to help you with your homework, and this time around in school you didn’t need to bother about getting the highest grade, it didn’t matter if you were best in your class or not as you didn’t need to try and get your mothers attention, or to try and make her proud
And all of this was a very big relief
A lot of pranks were pulled on Konchu by you and Marc, or you and Konchu pulled pranks on Marc after all you never really got to do that as a child
And Marc had brought back some of your childhood for you that you had missed out on, all those thing that other kids used to do that you never could, well Marc made sure that you could have your freedom now
Overall you and Marc have the best sibling bond
And eventually Steven and Jake became your siblings as well
+ you met Layla sometime on the way and the two of you always go against Marc with each other
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Faith
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A/n: I'm really sorry for the wait, my Tumblr was not letting me post this it got messy anyway. And I'd like to say English is not my native language and I'm sorry for the mistakes, and positive criticism would very much be appreciated:) and feel free to ask if you want to be added to the taglist
Pairing: Steven Grant x teen!reader Marc Spector x teen!reader
Summary: reader is a single teen parent who lives on her own with her kid. One night her kid went missing and then she found her with none other than our Steven
"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks I swear!" Steven panics. Stepping away from the pissed off lady, almost like he's trying to run, which makes the situation ten times worse.
Steven has faced many things in life, every worst case scenario possible, you imagine. Whether it was accidentally knocking down the new packages at work that read 'FRAGILE' and almost getting fired afterwards, or when one day he was stepping down from the bus, half awake and half asleep. He tripped over his feet and fell face first and took an old lady with him; he was fine but the lady was hospitalized for weeks. Or one time he was walking around a park, again, half awake he accidentally stepped onto a stray dog's tail. That day he ran like that cameraman for like half an hour and not because the dog stopped chasing him no, no because Marc decided to have little mercy on him by taking control. Even more, but none of them were this bad, where he was being accused of kidnapping a child.
And the kid approached him first!
He was just back from his soul drowning day at 'work'. Today was a hell of a day. And he wanted nothing more than to just get to his home and feed Gus the second, and plop himself on the bed and drift away to sleep.
But at the main door as he was finding his keys, he felt a little tug on his pants, looking down he saw a girl no older than three or four, smiling up at him. He instantly tensed up, looking around the lobby trying to figure out who's kid is this, and why did they let the toddler freely roam all over the lobby. Concerned, he scrunched down to her level and began asking her questions softly: where's your mum? What's your name, little love? What are you doing here all by yourself at this time, huh? Do you live here?
The girl answered some of them by nodding her head, and quietly said her name,"Faith," and pointed to the door behind Steven.
He picked her up and was ready to return her safely to her mum, but then a girl barged through the door. In alarmed mode Steven took a step back, second mistake. Don't ever step back if you are returning a child to their guardian, it will make the situation worse. And that's what Steven didn't know, so here he is panicking.
Suddenly Marc decided to speak up.
Put the fucking kid down, you moron! You look like you're 'bout to run off with her!
Marc shouts at Steven, clearly just as panicked as Steven. Steven looks at the kid he is holding and immediately puts her down, the probable guardian of the child takes Faith into her arms, protectively.
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Panic. Fear. Guilt.
Is what y/n had been feeling since Faith disappeared.
All this happened in one minute. She had just left her in the living room to put the folded clothes in their place and when she returned, boom, Faith wasn't there. She searched the whole apartment, looking for a single sign of Faith but no, it's like she disappeared into thin air. But just to be confirmed before reaching out to police she checked the whole apartment twice but still no trace of Faith. She started crying three minutes after Faith's disappearance, so near to panic attack. She is blaming herself for it. If she hadn't left Faith all by herself she would've been in her arms watching Frozen, but putting clothes away was more important than her fucking daughter!
She's scared to death, if something happened to Faith she'll never forgive herself for it. How can she let this happen in the first place? Million wrong things crossing her mind, what if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? Or worse, what if someone kidnapped her? Or what if she somehow gets to the road and car–no no no, this can't be real. This has to be a dream! This is the worst nightmare ever.
She quickly picks up her phone and gets out of the apartment. If she has to take her daughter from Lucifer's lap she'll do it without missing a beat, she'll do anything for her. Two steps out the door, she sees her. Her Faith, in the arms of their weird neighbour. The guy who trashed the bathroom of the museum and got fired, and that's not it. Everyone has been saying he talks to himself a lot. And the sweet lady down the lobby said, one time in the elevator he started screaming out of sudden, and there was nothing. Everyone in the building said he's crazy, and needs the help of a psychiatrist. He always looked like hadn't slept for years with the dark circles under his eyes, and a deep frown on his face. And always clumsily walking into walls and or doors, and talking to some imaginary people. He looked like he's on drugs all the time, and the museum news says it all. He is walking a red flag, and you were his neighbor living right across from him.
You always kept Faith out of his gaze and changed your path whenever you saw him somewhere.
And seeing him with your daughter, terrified you. You shot over there and yelled at him.
"What the hell are you doing with my child?!" You are fuming with anger. He looked at you panicked, taking a step back and that angered you more.
"Oh bollocks! This is not how it looks, I swear!" He said taking yet another step backwards, and let go of Faith. You quickly pull her into a protective mama bear hug. Relief washing over you.
"Look, I know that was looking bad but I swear I wasn't trying to do what you're thinking, I swear!" He speaks up suddenly, you glare daggers into his soul. Scared, he backs up.
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Heyyy!!!! New chapter released (wrote like weeks ago, please just go with it.).
Anyways, as always let me know what I can improve on. Repost if you can, as always have a good day, afternoon or night.
WARNING: METION OF BLOOD, ALCOHOL, ABUSE, DRUGS, CURSING, and GUN Violence
You have been warned about the contents of this chapter.
Chapter 2: The kid Problem
Marc wakes up gasping for air, his chest rising up and down heavily as he panted.
He sat up quickly before he looked around his apartment, the apartment itself barely looked homely.
A couple books and maps he had traded with ration cards. The only real color in the damn place was the couch which was blue.
He sighs as his heart calms down now, another nightmare.
"Always the damn same one."
He grumbles under his breathe as he gets up and walks to his small kitchen before he feels a hard tug on his ankle and the next thing he knows he is flat on the ground as his cheek burned.
"Steven! Again, seriously!?"
Marc exclaimed as he pushed himself off the floor, a scowl making its way onto his face.
"Mate, you had it coming. You broke your promise, you know I hate it when you do that."
Steven surfaced as Marc looked at the dirty mirror they owned with his eyebrows furrowed.
Steven had his arms crossed against his chest with one lifted eyebrow clearly not sorry about what he did.
"Look, it wasn't that I didn't want you to front. Just, he needed me Steven."
Marc tried not to get angry, he knew he screwed up, he always does.
He looked at the cuffs that were on his ankle and already went to look for the keys. He lifted the floor board and there was the silver key to his freedom.
He uses the key and gets his ankle out of the cuffs before he got up again and rubbed his head.
The smell of liquor still hanging in the back of his throat. He overdid it again, he always does when it gets bad again.
"So, was the whiskey worth it?"
Steven said almost scolding knowing that this was hurting not only him but Marc's body.
"Can we not talk about it, I already have a headache."
Marc sighed as he felt like shit right now and didn't need a reminder of how shit it was to be like this.
"I wonder why."
Steven mumbled as his head lowered and he shook his head as he left the mirror into another space, Marc's jaw harden as he tried his hardest to not punch the mirror with his fist.
He tells himself that he doesn't want to have to replace the mirror again, also he didn't want to be alone.
Steven and his relationship was damaged after everything that happened in the last 15 years.
Fight after fight yet by the end of the day they had each other and that's all they really had.
Wendy and dad weren't in the picture anymore. The smacks and vemoned words that came out of the women they called their mother left her mouth he knew she would never be the same.
Steven,eventually, after lots of convincing had finally gave into to the fact that they had no mother anymore. Their dad was not any better honestly, he tried to keep the beating to a minimum but it could only hold on for so long.
So when they turned 18, they went to join FEDRA and stayed employed for a while before he got into a nasty fight and was terminated from the job.
It's been 14 years since they last saw the people they once called parents. Every once in a while though he would just follow them, more his dad to make sure no one tried to hurt them.
Eventually Layla came into their life for a while and things were to some type of normalcy, domestic even, of course they had to skrew that up too.
Both went their separate ways after a nasty argument and haven't seen each other in a year. Both men still worried about her, they know she is capable of taking care of herself, it's one of the reasons they fell for her.
Still, that didn't mean their wasn't any worry that she could have gotten killed of murdered after they separated. She had left England to go to Egypt.
Her strength was something they admired, how reliable she was, how she always had their backs. But more than anything it was her heart, how even after everything she has been through she was able to still love them for wow they were and how they were.
Sometimes they wished they could have worked it out better.
"Ey, hermano, door."
A voice called out and there was Jake, they had figured out Jake a couple years into their time in FEDRA, he took over when an invasion of infected managed to escape. He kept them alive and they were thankful for that.
"Shit, who?"
Marc whispered as his head pounded again at the noise of his door being knocked on.
"Marc Spector! "
A voice boomed, a familiar sense of dread filled the apartment. It was Khonshu, fuck.
"I'm coming! I'm coming."
He shouted as he walked over to the door, he really didn't want to but didn't exactly have much choice since he knew the damn man wouldn't stop the banging.
He took a deep breathe before opening the door and in came Khonshu, the man had platinum white hair and his eyes were empty with almost not shine to them like he had no eyes.
His clothes match his personality honestly, he was wearing some black jeans with a white button up that had grim and some pink splatters which he knows where it came from.
His jacket has a patch of a moon on it.
"Where were you yesterday night, we had somewhere to be!?"
The man shouted as Marc closed the door and locked it, he knew what was coming, all of them did.
"Look, I just got sidetracked, okay? Something came up and something was going on with Ste-"
He didn't even get to finish before the sound of Khonshu's cane hit the floor of the apartment was shaking slightly.
"You swore he wouldn't be a problem, that he would cooperate with this. Maybe you should have had Lockly front more often, that is a man who can get the jobs done quickly."
Khonshu retorted as he looked out the window and turned to Marc before motioning for him to come closer.
Marc looked at him before he walked over to thw window and seeing people, just people.
"You see these people, they rely on us to keep them safe. You are in debt to me Marc Spector, I saved your life and therefore you must now save theirs for me."
Khonshu said with no hesitation, sure Khonshu could be an asshole but he was okay every once in a while like this.
Sure he had imprisoned Marc and the alters in his escapades of "saving" people but he really did want to just help, he was just really shitty at doing it.
"Fine, fine. I promise it won't be a problem again."
Marc finally replied as he sighed and Khonshu only hummed as he made his way to exit the apartment building.
"Let us see Marc Spector, tick tok. Make sure not to skip this times patrol, I will see you then."
Khonshu finally said before he closed the door behind him. Marc sighed, he really hated the guy sometimes.
"He's an asshole."
Steven remarks, Marc holds back a smirk.
"One thing we can actually agree on."
Marc shakes his head as he goes and starts to get ready for the day of labor he's gonna have to do.
"El tiene razón."
Jake voice echoed in the back of their head. At least this is something they could all agree on.
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Jake shoveled the ashes from the firey pit that raged on, buring their skin but not enough actually do damage.
"Ey, Marc. Got a minute."
A man called out, Jake's eyes went to the back of his head as Marc fronted. Marc blinked as their eyes focused again and turned around to face the man that called for him.
"Yeah, what's up?"
Marc answered as he pulled down the bandana that covered their nose and mouth from all the ashes that were made from the burned body of infected and Ammits followers.
"I have a job you might be interested in."
The man whispered as he slipped a paper into Marc's hand.
Marc sighed as he pocketed the note into his jeans.
"I told you I don't do that type of work anymore."
He whispered back as he bent down to "tie his shoes" and the man looked down and did the same action.
"It's good pay man, lots of ration cards and maybe even a bit more."
The man said as he tried to convince Marc to do the job, he and this man didn't really know each other very well but the guy did owe him something for saving his life.
"Look man, I told you I can't take the job. No matter how good the pay is."
Marc remarked as he got back up from "tieing his shoes" so that he could back to work.
"Just, just think about it. Alright."
The man muttered before he went to the other side where another hall of bodies came in trucks to be burned.
He sighs as he grabbed the shovel again and starts to dig the ashes and putting them into barrels.
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Drip
Drip
Her brown eyes watched as the water leaked from the floor above and dropped in the wet puddle that formed.
"Nomas querría ir a dormir, es mucho para pedir."
Katalina groaned as she looked at the chains they put on her, her ankles and wrist were starting to bruise red from the amount of times she tried to slide them off.
She slouched on the wooden walls as the rumble and sound of FEDRA trucks were coming and going.
The places wasn't the best, but honestly better than the hole or cells they put the orphans if they couldn't follow the rules drilled into their brains.
Creak
The sound of the door opening got her attention as she scooted back into a corner and got up from where she was sitting.
Two people walked in, one male, one female. The female had a sort of limp on her left foot, her eyes seemed lively yet so dull.
The man had a scar across his face, a mustache and a beard to compliment it as well, his eyes seemed more glossy along with slight puffiness to them.
"We are here to test you again."
The women's started as she has a clipboard.
"How many more time do I have to do this?"
Katalina asked as her eyebrows furrowed with both frustration and impatience. She has been here for 3 weeks now in this room and it was starting to get to her.
"Just until we know."
The man came forward slightly which made the girl take a small step back, the two adults noticed and took a step forward.
"Why do you always have to get closer?"
The girl asked not really as a question but more as a confused threat of some way.
"testing something."
The women said and she clicked the pen and started to take notes on the piece of paper stuck to the clipboard.
"No soy tu maldito guinea cerdo."
She grumbles under her breath as she picks at her nails, she's been doing that alot. Honestly she has nothing better to do right now and it went on like that for the weeks she's been here.
"What was that?"
The man spoke up which startled the girl for a second before she looked at the guy and responded.
"Nothing."
The guy sighed as he rubbed circles at his temples.
"Alright, let start. One hand steady and coun-"
The lady started before she was intrupted.
"Count from 1 to 10, I know. We've done this hundreds of times already."
Katalina says as she puts her arm out and starts to count, she finishes quickly.
"Alright then, now speak sp-"
"Spanish, I get it. Don't need to keep repeating it."
Katalina remarked .
"Me nombre is Lisa, tengo trece años."
She replied as her boredom and tiredness was kicking in.
"Alright, that's it."
The man said as he put down something from behind his pocket, it was good for the evening. A can of peaches and water.
"Great, a feast for a queen."
Her sarcastic remark gets her a look before she put her hands up as of saying "I'll back off.".
They look at each other before a knock takes their attention away, with a small "Come in." was heard and suddenly a man with cane came in.
He was dress with red button up shirt and brown pants to help contrast the tan color jacket he had on.
His cane made small noise as it the ground softly he came into the room, his hair was pretty long and almost looked slight disheveled.
"How is she doing?"
The man said as the others hand him the clipboard and he starts to read it before he nods and they nod back before leaning in and whispering something she couldn't make out.
The other two left the room and it was only Katalina and this man who looked over the clipboard again before looking back at her.
"How are you doing then, Katalina?"
Her heart skipped for a second, how the hell did he know her name?!
Never once has she given out her actual name.
"Como sabías es-"
The man chuckled lightly before he sat down across from her.
"I know a lot of things child, many, many things that many wished they could possess."
The man said as he reached behind his back was pulling something out of his back.
Katalina senses went off and she closed her hand into a fist, her nails dug into the palm of her hand, her knuckles white.
Then man noticed this.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, just wanna return something that I believe is yours."
The man said as he pulled out a picture, a locket, and a small switchblade.
Katalina eyes widen at the sight of her most precious objects, the only picture of her family that was given to her, a locket that her first love bestfriend gave to her, and the only weapon her parents left her with.
The man gaze was on her reaction, he got what he wanted.
"Do you want them back?"
The man had said softly as he looked deep into her brown eyes that were slightly softer, more emotional.
Vulnerable.
"Y-yes, yes I want them back."
She stuttered for a second but quickly regained herself.
"You can have them."
He simply said, she was hesitant and skeptical on his words that lingered in her ears.
Have them?
She can just, take them?
No consequences, not "but" or "if"?
Nothing?
"Go on, take it."
The man encouraged as he gently laid them on the ground in front of her, easy for her grab.
Her breathe hitched, she reached out for a second before looking back at him, nothing, she couldn't read him.
"I don’t bite, I swear."
He adds as his gaze lingered on her.
She is quick to grab the things before he second guess to grab her things and held them close to her chest, to her heart as it thumped hard for the return of something that truly only belonged to her.
She puts the necklace back on and the locket is tucked into her shirt, the picture is in her clutch and the switchblade was in her back pocket of her navy jeans.
"Who are you?"
She asked as she looked at the man, really looked at him, he had slight eye bags, his posture was almost straight but also crouched, the cane had a wooden carving of a crocodile on its handle.
The man smiles.
"My name is Arthur Harrow, I am the right had man of the organization that's gonna save and clean the world."
Arthur answers as he puts his hand out to shake hers.
She can't really understand why she a little scared of him, he hasn't done anything really since talking to her so why does she have a sense of dread in her stomach.
She slowly leans in and shakes his hand, the sleeves that covered his arm was slightly lifted and the tattoo of scales is there or from what she can make out.
"Your timsaeh people?"
She stated as she takes back her hand.
"I am indeed."
He answered back as he lifted the sleeve up to show the scale in full. He seemed proud to be called that almost.
"I am sure you have multiple questions."
He says as he scoots a little closer and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I will try my best to give you answers to any question you give me."
They looked at each other in the eye for a long time before she is the first to look away down at the ground, she thinks.
And thinks before nodding and looking back at him.
"Okay."
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Jake huffed as the sound of the alarm went off to tell everybody that working hours were over.
He pulled the bandana off and walked over where the rest of the workers were heading to get their pay for the day.
"Next!"
The holder said as Jake was next and waited for the guy to give his ration cards of the day.
The holder grabbed a 20, two 5, and four 1's.
"Here's your pay."
The Holder said as Jake took them and counted them, less than usual.
"Any better paying jobs tomorrow?"
Jake asked as he put the ration cards in his small wallet that they had managed to find in the garbage one day, and in good condition too.
"Probably the one with the shit, if your up for it?"
The man said looking up at him for a response.
"Really, shit. No way we are doing that job, that would take weeks go get rid of the smell! We barely even get rid of the smell of burned ashes off our clothes."
Steven said in the back of the mind, Steven was willing to work hard, they all know it, but even then there was a line he crosses and it was this.
"Any other trabajo?"
Jake sighed as he put one hand on his hip.
"Well, there is one with electricity, dangerous but pays better than this."
The Holder says as he looked up at Jake who is deciding, it's better pay but it would put them in danger.
"I'll go with the shit."
Jake says and the Holder nods before ripping a slip off and handing it to him.
"Take that tomorrow to sector 5 and they will give you a position to work at."
The Holder yelled for the next person and Jake left, he knew Steven would probably complain and maybe even Marc but it would pay better and less dangerous.
"Why did you take the job!"
Steven exclaimed as his image slid on and off the mirrors and window that he passed.
"Because the amount we are making isn't enough hermano, nosotros necesitamos otro trabajo que pagarán bien."
Jake says as he looks at pair of gloves that caught his attention.
They have enough to make trades and for smuggling still, so he buys it the gloves for 2 ration cards. He thanks the seller and put the new gloves on putting his old ones in his pocket.
"Did you just spend 2 ration cards on another pair of gloves, I swear you ware those our way too fast man."
Steven comments.
"You have your books, I have my glove, Déjame en paz Steven."
Jake says as he walks into the allyway and makes his way to the place where smugglers thrive on the ones willing to pay the right price.
Jake finally leaned against his usual spot where people can find him usually, he waits and not a second later as a FEDRA soilder comes over looking almost new at this whole thing.
"Your the guy with the goods, right?"
The man asked in a hushed tone, Jake could see this guy was new to this, he wanted to mess with him but was too tried right now.
"Yeah, I am. What are you looking for?"
He ask as the guy slips him a piece a paper.
What was it with people slipping paper to them?
Jake took the paper and opened it, the guy fidget with his vest before looking around.
"So you got it or no man?"
The guy was getting inpatient now.
"Sí, le tengo."
Jake answered putting the paper in his back pocket.
"Does it look like I know Spanish man!"
The guy was getting on his nerves but he tried to calm himself down. There doesn't need to be drama right now.
He pulls out a baggy from the pocket of his jacket and out came the blue pills.
The man sighed in relief about to grab the bag before Jake moved it away.
"Gotta pay Hombre, can't give you it until you pay."
The guy eventually scoffed before digging into his pants pocket and pulls put a wad of ration cards.
"How much?"
Jake saw the ration cards, enough to maybe get them through a couple months.
"Three 20's, six 5, and eight 1's."
He said as he put his hand out, the man just nodded before handing him the pills and Jake takes the ration cards.
"I'm gonna need the bag back though."
He added as he counted to make sure it was the right amount, it was. The man may have been new but he has what they need to keep them afloat and some what comfortable still.
The man dumps the pills into his vest pocket and gives the plastic bag back, Jake nods in a silent thank you before the man comes close.
Jake get ready the beat the absolute shit out this man before words were said.
"Don't come out for a couple nights, FEDRA soilders aren't right in the head right now. Might make a mistake, easy to make one in the dark."
The man whispered before walking away, Jake looked as the man walked away. He unclentch his jaw and fixed the shirt.
"Maldita sea."
He grumbled under his breathe as walks away, it's almost time to get to patrol they need to get moving before Khonshu yells at them again.
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"This is Cameron, Cameron this is Lisa."
Harrow says as he introduced Katalina to another one of "helpers" of the place.
They have walked around for a whole now, she kepted rubbing her wrist as she nodded in acknowledgement, she needed an out.
She can't stay here, FEDRA will kill her if they find out she left. Maybe they would hung her, beat the ever living shit out of her even just to get the anger out.
"And here is the cafeteria where we keep the helpers fed, are you hungry?"
He asked as he got a plate and handed it to her, she slowly reached out for it and took it as she got into the line and he got behind her as his hands were on her shoulders.
"Give this young lady our best please Beth."
The man said to the younger looking lady who just smiled and nodded before grabbing a big metal spoon and scooped up a chunk of soup.
"Thank you."
Katalina whispered as she looked at the soup, looked like tomato soup, haven't seen that one in a while.
He gave a small nod in thanks before pushing her slightly to start moving which she did, slowly her tray filled up with 2 biscuits and an apple.
How the hell they had fresh fruit and biscuits was a damn mystery to her.
Soon they sat down at a small table near some statue, it was a statue of a crocodile that held a scale in one hand.
She looked at it before she looked down at her food, this was the most food they have given her in the 3 weeks she's been here.
"You can eat, no one is gonna take it away from you."
Arthur said as he pushed the tray closer to her, she was skeptical about it though, everyone is hungry. She could see that people were staring at her and him.
He notices and looks at the people who look away immediately and go back to their conversations.
"They just haven't seen you before, no need to worry."
He said as he nudged his head a little to signal to look at the bowl of soup and not the people looking at her, their eyes burned into the back of her head to her body.
She picks up the spoon and holds it close to her mouth before looking at everybody else, they were eating fine so she takes a bite.
The soup was rich and flavored to the right amount or as much as soup can be flavored. She hasn't had anything this nice in, well, never?
"Gracias."
She says as she eats more going for more of the soup, they sit in almost comfortable silence.
She feels a little bad for being skeptical about the guy, he hasn't done anything to her yet, maybe.
"Aren't you hungry?"
She ask him as she shallows the warm soup down and wipes her mouth with her hand.
He hands her a napkin before he responding.
"I am alright, thank you for worrying about me."
She grabs the napkin and wipes her mouth with it, she nods before thinking. She has one more biscuit to spare, she already full anyways.
Grabbing the biscuit gently and held it out for him to grab.
"Here, you can have this. Estoy llena."
She reassured as she pushed the biscuits towards him for him to grab.
He took it from her hands and smiled softly, it was nice.
"Thank you."
He said as started to eat the biscuit and she looked around for anything or anywhere there was a weak spot here.
She couldn't stay here, she has to go back.
30 min later...
They were walking up a hallway, they had made their way back to where she was kept, she kinda was glad as messed up as it was.
She was use to, this. Even if she hated the damn leaks it was something she was familiar with.
"I will come by later to come check on you, alright."
Harrow said as he opened the door and Katalina looked at him for a second before nodding and went inside the room.
"Buenos noches Katalina."
Was all he said before closed the door behind her not even noticing the way she turned around, a chill went down her spine.
That usually was a nice thing to say, even a more enduring thing to say. The way he said it though didn't feel good, didn't have the warm essence to it.
She didn't even know how the hell the man managed to make those words sound like soul less lies.
She sat down on the floor and looked out the window that showed the evening sky, the colors of orange and yellow coming together to make a warm essence over this dull gray world she was brought into.
She laid on the wall and pulled herself up against it a little so that her back hit the wall.
Taking off her sweater and using it as a pillow, she wasn't given much of a living space to really get rest but the corners were comfortable.
1 hour later...
BOOM
The room shook as Katalina was woken up by the sounds of gunshots and screams of people.
The sound of a thousand of footsteps were everywhere that she could almost feel them. They made her stomach turn.
Maybe 5 minutes later it was silent, completely and utterly silent.
She feels for her switchblade and gets ready to fight if she has to, she knows she probably will have to.
Slowly walk towards the floor as it slightly creaks with every contact the shoes and the floor has. She leans in and can hear footsteps, two to four people are still here.
She hears one is getting close, she'll just stab them and then get out of here.
Once whoever was on the other side was close enough she opened the door and gets ready to stab whoever was on the other side.
However she unsucessed at it and got thrown to the wall, her back stung now. She needed to get up before whoever she tried to stab now tried to return the favor back.
She looks up to see a man, his hair was curly and short and his eyes were like hers, or whatever she remembers since the last time she looked in a mirror.
The brown eyes started back at her confused before looking down and seeing the switchblade, she saw it too and tried to grab it but he got to it first and kicked it away.
"Asshole."
She grumbles as she pulls herself up and looks at the guy who eyebrows were furrowed and he had a gun.
He has a gun, she now noticed the blood on his fist, the beaded sweat that was falling from his forehead.
His attire wasn't something she had seen before but has heard, a man with white attire would come during the night and "protect" the different divisions of the QZ.
They called him Moonknight due to the fact most his weapons were the shape of moons.
Maybe calling the guy who looks like he went through hell an asshole wasn't her best idea.
The man still has the gun pointed at her and she just stares at it, the hole in the middle pointed to her chest.
If he did shoot her at least it wouldn't be too painful and end quickly. She puts her hand up in surrender.
They just stare at each other, brown on brown. Both had slight eyebags to compliment each other.
"Who are you?"
The man said as the sound of footsteps were heard, both heads turned to the direction.
"Marc Spector."
They both recongnised the voice, Harrow.
Another sign of footsteps appeared and a man in almost just white and back came in with a gun.
"The 4 and 5th floor have been cleared out, Spector we must leave. FEDRA might be here soon!"
The man said as he turned around to see the scene of Marc with a gun pointed to a teenage girl who seems confused and her hands up above her head.
Then there was Arthur with one of his men.
"Arthur Harrow."
"Khonshu, Marc."
The whole thing was awkward, everything about this was confusing, they had history but Katalina wasn't sure how.
"Me, now what in the fucking hell is going on?!"
She exclaimed as she put her hands down in exhaustion and honestly tired of people in a whole.
"I strongly urge you to point the gun away from the child, Marc."
Harrow said as he stepped closer which in turn got two guns pointed towards him instead.
He slowly put his hands.
" Keep that gun at me, not her."
He says as he looked at her and she looked at him with clear annoyance in her eyes.
Marc looks at her one more times before looking at Khonshu.
"So this is who that maggot went to trade our supplies for! The Che Guevara of Cairo."
Khonshu retorted as he stepped forward, now next to Katalina and Marc who watched the interaction.
"How I haven't misses that voice. Let just say that he didn't like the response he got from us when we saw what he brought to us."
Harrow says as he winced and put a hand to his side, Katalina finally could see that small drops of blood that had fallen from him.
"Oh, shit."
Her voice softer and eyes filled with concern as she took in the injured man, her eyebrow furrowed as she was about to get up.
Harrow looked at what she was about to do and shook his head which made her falter.
"On another note though."
She speaks up on which attention is all on her again.
"I agree with the old man over here, FEDRA would have heard all that gun fire so maybe get this going or we are all going to die like this."
She states as she stands up and rubs her shoulder, it wouldn't really bruise but it would be sore for a while.
"Old!" Khonshu exclaimed.
"The child is right. We we're gonna have her out of here tonight."
Harrow says which caught her attention.
"You never said anything about moving me?!"
"Sorry kid, thought you'd run."
She sighs and rubbed circles on her forehead.
"What does this have to do with us?"
Marc asked as he ans Khonshu looked at the girl and then back at Harrow.
"We don't have a group to go and protect her like we had planned, so now I am think you both are gonna do it."
Harrow says as he gets a paper out, it's bloody but still legible.
"Wait a minute!?"
"I'm not gonna go with him!?"
Marc and Katalina shouted at the same time, their reluctants overlapping with each other.
"Listen, if you do this we can not only give you weapons, but also much more. We can show you if want but you have to take her away from here."
Harrow says as he stares at the three who just stand there in shock.
"We aren't babysitters parasites."
Khonshu said as he took a step closer now infront of Marc who is still standing there with a gun held up towards Harrow.
"Not asking you to do charity for me Khonshu, I need you guys to move cargo cause that is what she is to you."
Harrow said as he looked at the girl who eyebrows were furrowed.
"You show me the reward we get for this then I will give you a response. Marc, take the girl back to your apartment and keep her there until I return."
Khonshu said as he lifted his cane and hit it on the ground causing the ground to shake slightly.
Katalina flinched at the noise for a second and so did Marc.
"We are seriously considering this."
Marc whispered to Khonshu as he looked back at the girl who hasn't really moved since getting up.
"Do this before I make you."
Khonshu hissed back at him which made Marc falter.
"Go grab your bag."
Harrow said as the girl just looks at the three men.
"Su pinche madre."
She grumbles under her breathe making sure they still heard her as she goes back into the room she came out of.
They waited until she came out the room again. She comes out with a green jacket and her backpack, she looks at Harrow who just sighs.
"This is for your good kid, trust me. It's better you go with them than with me, for better or worse I am aware of what they are capable of and know they won't let anything happen to you."
Katalina stared at Harrow for a while then at the man next to him, she really has no choice in that matter anyways, it was all planned for her.
"What are they capable of?"
She ask as her eyes stay at him.
"Alot, many things someone your age shouldn't see."
Is all Harrow says to her.
Her gaze goes to the floor before she shakes her head along with a dry chuckle.
"Little too late for that."
She turns around and grabs her switchblade and walking towards the stairs walking over the dead bodies that laid there.
The blood now on her shoes as she see the bloody footsteps that were being left behind now.
Harrow sighs.
"Show me the weapons now."
Khonshu said as he stared at Harrow who nods before walking to another hallway.
"Follow me."
Is all he says before he dissappear.
"Make sure to not let that child out your sights you three, understand."
Khonshu orders as he walks away and follows Harrow.
The men sigh, it was a long night already.
The followed where the girl had went as their shoes were now painted in red sticky blood.
This is the end of chapter 2!!!!
This one took a little longer but I am happy with how is came out!
Anyways, see ya in the next one!!
-Sky 💜
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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader
Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader
Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader
Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle
Summary: (Y/N), Marc, Steven, and Layla bind Ammit and end the battle against her.
Marc blinked and looked down. In one hand, he held Harrow’s staff, the sharpened end pressed to his blood forehead. Harrow was unconscious, helpless. Fires burned around them. Disciples’ bodies littered the ground. He stood and stared at Harrow in shocked horror.
“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?” asked Marc slowly. He had no idea what had happened in the last few minutes.
Steven switched in and shook his head. “Not a chance, mate,” he breathed, looking around at the bloody battlefield.
“Marc?” asked Layla, finally getting a chance to free herself.
Marc shook his head as he stared at the bodies. However, all thoughts of what he or Steven did—for who else could have?—flew from his mind as he saw (Y/N) lying motionless on the ground.
“(Y/N),” he breathed, running towards them.
Layla didn’t bother to ask what had happened, also worried for the unmoving teenager. She knelt beside them, and her heartbeat quickened as (Y/N) didn’t stir.
“(Y/N)?” said Marc, lifting them up in his arms. “Hey, come on, kid. Open your eyes.” He cupped their face, shaking them gently. “Come on. Come on. You’re alright.” His heart clenched painfully. “(Y/N). (Y/N).”
From the reflection of a blade nearby, Steven spoke with equal panicked worry. “(Y/N)! Wake up! Wake up!”
“Come on, (Y/N). Just open your eyes,” said Layla.
All three adults stared at the teenager, pure panic in their hearts. They couldn’t lose (Y/N). They couldn’t. If they died, they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves. Layla couldn’t lose another person she cared for. Steven couldn’t lose the teenager that he saw so much of himself in. Marc couldn’t let another child with so much heart and soul die because he hadn’t protected them.
(Y/N)’s eyes opened slowly. “…Wh…Wha…” They whimpered as the remnants of Harrow’s power danced through their nerves.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to speak,” said Layla, smiling in relief.
“You’re alright.” Marc held them close. “You’re alright.”
“We’ve got ya!” said Steven, beaming in relief.
“…Harrow?” groaned (Y/N) softly.
“He’s down,” said Layla.
“Am…Ammit?”
Marc and Steven exchanged a worried glance. Ammit was still fighting Khonshu and Ma’at.
“She’s still fighting,” said Steven.
“We need to bind Ammit,” said Layla. “That’s what Taweret said.”
“I…I know the…rites,” said (Y/N), fighting to lean Marc. “Ma’at…I’m her…Avatar.” He carefully guided them.
“Alright,” said Marc, though he was still concerned about their health. “We’ll get you to the pyramid.”
“I’ll bring Harrow,” said Layla.
Standing, Marc picked up (Y/N). They were still recovering, after all. Yes, with the suit they could heal more quickly, but he wasn’t letting them strain themself. Layla grabbed Harrow’s leg and dragged him behind her.
Together, the group rushed to the Great Pyramid and through the rubble to the chamber within. Marc gently put (Y/N) down but kept them standing upright while Layla tossed Harrow onto a fallen stone slab.
“The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body,” said Layla. “(Y/N)?”
“I know the spell,” said (Y/N), nodding. They reached out to Layla and Marc. “Take my hands. I don’t—I don’t have enough energy on my own.”
Layla and Marc took each of their outstretched hands. They hesitated, but their remaining hands intertwined. (Y/N) lifted their head, and Ma’at’s signature azure glow swirled into their eyes. Ancient Egyptian spilled from them, and blue magic twined out from them, extending through Layla and Marc until they were a circle of power.
The energy spread out from them and connected to the statues of the gods in the chamber, illuminating each with azure light. The magic swelled, and Layla and Marc felt the knowledge enter their mind. Their own chanting added to the power as the spirits of the untethered gods. Having lost their Avatars, they clung to this circle of power to strengthen the magic of the three Avatars standing strong together.
Harrow let out a gasp and stirred as the magic swarmed around him and began to affect his connection to Ammit.
A similar circle of light twined around Ammit outside of the pyramid as she yelled and snarled against Khonshu and Ma’at.
“We could’ve made this our paradise!” said Ammit.
“It’s too late, Ammit,” said Ma’at. “You have lost our friendship.”
“And you will be destroyed,” said Khonshu.
Ammit snarled, but the magic circle was too strong, and parts of her began to turn to sand, swirling downwards. She roared in fury, but she was pulled back into the magic and dissolved into it. Purple light joined azure, and it flew downwards into Harrow’s chest as he gasped.
He let out a pained breath as the magic and essence of Ammit sealed with him. His eyes turned on (Y/N), Marc, and Layla.
“You can never contain me,” said Ammit through Harrow. “I’ll never stop.” Then, Harrow’s head fell to the side in exhaustion, and he stared at the chamber blankly.
(Y/N)’s spell ended, and the magic and light faded. They let go of Marc and Layla’s hands and glanced at them apprehensively.
“Finish it.” Khonshu appeared in the chamber and loomed over Marc. “Leave neither of them alive.”
Marc stepped onto the slab of stone, casting a shadow over Harrow’s limp, beaten body. He took out a dagger.
“Marc?” said Layla, gazing at him.
“Act, Avatar of Khonshu,” said Ma’at, sorrowful that her former friend and companion had to meet such an end. “While he lives, so does she.”
(Y/N) shifted uneasily. They knew Harrow had done terrible things. They wanted him beaten, gone. But killing him like this, when he was down, mind destroyed? It felt like what he had done. If he was still fighting, if Harrow still had his magic and strength and power, (Y/N) would understand. Now…
“I have to finish this,” murmured Marc, gritting his teeth. “If not, I’ll never be free.”
“Marc,” said (Y/N), and he looked at them. They swallowed. “We have a choice. We beat Harrow. We beat Ammit. We served our purpose.”
Marc hesitated.
“The choice is vengeance,” said Khonshu. “We cannot take a chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”
Marc looked up at Khonshu, and the deity stared back coldly. Marc threw his dagger to the side, and it embedded in a rock.
“You want them dead. Do it yourself,” he said firmly. (Y/N) smiled. “Now. Release us.”
Khonshu was silent, but he had no other choice. He had made a deal with Marc and Steven. “As you wish.” He disappeared in a swirl of wind and sand.
Marc exhaled, and his eyes rolled back into his head. The bandages and cloth of his outfit retracted until he wore his regular clothes once more. In a burst of silver light, Marc was released from his Avatarhood.
“How do you feel?” said Layla, smiling.
“I…feel new,” said Marc. He was free. No more being an Avatar. No more fighting. He could just…exist.
Steven switched in. “I like this!” He grinned. “We did it!”
“We did,” agreed (Y/N).
“(Y/N).” Ma’at spoke, and (Y/N) turned towards her.
“Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted and glanced at Layla and Marc. “Can I…Can I have a moment to speak to her? Alone?”
“Are you going to be alright?” said Layla, furrowing her brow.
“Don’t let any of the gods push you around,” said Steven quickly.
“I’m fine. I just need to talk to her,” said (Y/N) calmly.
“Alright. We’ll give you a moment,” said Layla.
Layla and Steven walked out of the pyramid, and (Y/N) turned to face Ma’at.
“You became my Avatar again to defeat Ammit,” said Ma’at. She had noticed the wording. “You wish for our connection to be dissolved.”
(Y/N) nodded. “I speak the truth, you know that.” They looked up at the goddess they had been with for seven years. “I’m ready for a chance to…be me. Not an Avatar. Not a guardian. Just me.”
Ma’at smiled. “Then I will honor your decision.”
“Really?” said (Y/N), blinking. They hadn’t anticipated Ma’at so easily allowing them to leave, to sever their connection as deity and Avatar.
“Yes.” Ma’at’s body swirled in azure light, and she shrunk into the form of a tall woman. She smiled at (Y/N). “You have been an incredible Avatar. The truth comes naturally to you. You see things as they are.” She reached out and touched (Y/N)’s hand. “But the gods were right. Despite your strength, you are young.” Ma’at smiled. “It wouldn’t be right of the goddess of justice to not allow you freedom now after doing so much.”
“Thank you,” said (Y/N), gazing back at Ma’at.
“I have pushed you so far,” said Ma’at. “I hope you may forgive me for my wrongs.” (Y/N) opened their mouth to respond, but Ma’at raised a hand. “No. You have no need to respond. It is I who must be just to you now.” She straightened and looked at (Y/N). “You have honored my ways as an Avatar. I wish to honor that. How may I thank you?”
“What?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow.
“Allow me to gift you something that may help you live freely,” said Ma’at.
“I…” (Y/N) knew their answer and met Ma’at’s gaze. “I want to hear the truth.”
“You wish to not just hear the language you grew with or the friend who controls the body,” said Ma’at knowingly.
(Y/N) nodded. They liked understanding people. And they liked hearing Marc or Steven when they weren’t fronting. They didn’t want to lose that connection to them.
“Very well.” Ma’at leaned in and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead.
A cool blue light washed over them, and their suit disappeared as their connection to Ma’at was severed. However, the scales tattoo given by Ammit’s judgement illuminated azure. It morphed into a feather, and when (Y/N) touched it gently, they felt a slight buzz of magic. Ma’at’s gift remained engrained within them.
“Know my offer to you will always stand, my dear Guardian of Truth,” said Ma’at quietly. “And may the truth serve you well.”
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My obsession of Moon Knight is starting to take over my creative thought process. I just came up with the idea of a Moon Knight x teen!reader where the reader is the daughter of Marc/Steven (with Jake being more like an uncle figure towards the reader) and Layla. But here’s the kicker: she’s from another dimension where her parents are dead and has taken up the mantle of Moon Knight after her fathers passing.
In my delusional state (I’ve been bedridden with a massive migraine for the past few hours unable to fall asleep), I’ve come up with a plot where America Chavez winds up in the readers dimension (where Marc/Steven/Jake and Layla were both snapped, but never returned cause the avengers never got the stones back, leaving the reader on her own), and the reader decides to join America and protect her from multiversal threats coming to take her power. This all leads to Multiverse of Madness, and after the events of the movie, the reader stays on Earth 616 since she has no one to go back to on her own Earth.
I’d imagine this would take place after Season 1 of Moon Knight, so Jake is Khonshu’s avatar without Marc/Steven knowing. So when Khonshu (of Earth 616) senses another avatar of his, he sends Jake to investigate and to dispose of the “imposter” (when in reality it’s the reader with her own Khonshu (who btw is very protective of her and has become a surrogate parent of sorts to her since her parents were blipped)).
This leads to them fighting, they’re both trading killing blows (which don’t work cause they’re both healing from the suits), and the reader doesn’t know who exactly she’s fighting (other than it’s this Earth’s Moon Knight) until the last second when she recognizes Jake’s voice. And in a moment of disbelief, she whispers “Tío Jake?”
And then…….yeah that’s all I got. There’s bits and pieces after this, but I think I’ve shared enough for one post. Might share more later (who am I kidding, of course I am, I have no self restraint whatsoever).
Edit: I finally made the character sheet for Elina Spector for those who want to see it
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New to Life | Masterlist
Steven Grant/Marc Spector x latina! 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.
Note: I apologize for grammar errors and if things don't make sense lmao, I am slowly editing them and making them less cringe
Link to this series on Ao3
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Holiday Special
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Last Update: 5/4/2023
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Apartment
Readers Suit + Hathor
Reader and Mania
Scenes of ch.11 + Mania Transformation
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I really liked your teen reader moon knight story! I wanted to ask what you think the type of relationship the teen reader would hav Ewing Steven and Jake.
Thank you!!! Here's how imagine they would be
Jake:
We know Jake has the protector role so he would definitely be protective over teen!r, sometimes even much more than Marc and Steven.
He care for you despite how many times he intimidated you. He doesn't want you to be (((emotionally))) close to him seeing he is a dangerous man.
Jake was really scary at first, you first met him after he went ape shit and kill people in a mission so you had your first impressions, but as you get closer to him you realized that he isn't such a violent man he is on the outside.
He gives in to you rather more quickly than the other alters.
"Jake, can you give me a piggyback ride?"
"Aren't you a little bit too old for that?"
"But can I?"
"Sure, hop on."
Definitely sets the "no dating until you're 30" rule, but he would give you dating advices whenever he can.
"Now, Y/N, you should never date someone like that."
"Knowing you, I probably won't be able to date anyone, ever."
You asked him to teach you Spanish and he gladly accepted as his alters don't speak Spanish, which leads to you two having tons of inside jokes because neither Marc nor Steven knows what you were talking about.
He knows the best ice cream in town and would always take you there after a mission or simply a tiring day. He knows your favorite flavor and would bought you it if you weren't able to go there with him.
No one, and I mean, no one could hurt you under his watch.
Steven:
As of Steven, he would show his affection for you whenever he has the chance. He's comfortable being around you and so are you.
He would hold your hand when walking across the street, he would spend his free time with you doing whatever, he would comfort you with comforting words when you seemed down at the slightest. He's just the best.
☆☆☆ late night stargazing ☆☆☆
He has trouble sleeping and you can't sleep before it's late so you two would stay up until one of you fell asleep.
Sometimes you'd discuss a book, a movie, or poetry, anything to stay up.
You'd randomly popped up at the museum and silently judged Steven's co-workers for being rude to him, he tried to tell you that it's okay, but you never really stopped bcs Steven is too precious hashtag Steven Grant protection squad
He would buy you chips!! And chocolates!! And sandwiches!!
You once slept with your head on his lap and he's afraid to move without waking you up.
*Whispering* "Uh... Marc? What should I do?"
"Just get up."
"I can't, I'll wake them up."
*Marc sighed* "Put the pillow under their head as you do so."
"That's a good idea."
One day you almost gave Steven a heart attack when he came back to his flat and found Gus missing. A few moments later you came in with Gus inside a blender in your hand saying, "I took Gus for a walk! :D"
He'd trust you so much with Gus, you and Gus are basically siblings to him, his children that he needs to love and p r o t e c c.
Marc (bonus):
I'm gonna add Marc as a bonus because why not? (plus i think i kinda made him ooc on my last mk fic so let's count this as my attempt in characters study)
He's a jerk to everyone but you (and Layla (and Steven)).
There are times where you wanted to punch him but not even ten minutes later you two would be on good terms again.
*arguing* "I just helped you!"
"Who said I needed any help?!"
"You selfish– I hate you!"
"I hate me too, get in line."
"..."
"..."
"... are you okay?"
"No, are you?"
"Not really, can we order pizzas tonight?"
"Of course."
Marc used to be so against of having other people helping him in his business so sometimes he'd still be grumpy about you helping him, but deep down he's actually happy to have someone to count on aside from himself.
Surprisingly good at taking care of you somehow??? Like he shielded you away from his enemies well though it ended when they found out about you but still.
He's a tough guy but you have your ways to get what you want from him.
"Boo! Marc is no fun! Steven > Marc."
"Hey, take that back!"
"Nope unless you agreed to play in the arcade with me."
"... Fine, but only this one time."
He doesn't wanna look like he has a soft spot for you but he does and you teased him relentlessly for that
"Hurry up, Y/N, or I'll leave you!"
"You won't ;)"
"You're right, I won't but just be quick!"
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Moon dads
Dad Marc/Steven/Jake x gn!YN
Summary: how moon dads met yn, their adopted child with powers that let them see ghosts (and Khonshu!)
Your family had kicked you out because of your powers. They called you dilusional and kicked you out like a stray cat.
You cried, walking on the street, soaked by the rain. Your sobs grow louder as you start to shiver from the cold.
A man with brown hair and a blue shirt walks up to you and asks; "Oh no, darling are you okay? Are you lost?"
You shake your head as you try to wipe your tears. You scream as your vision clears to see a huge skeleton on a bird.
"What?! What!! I was just asking if your okay-" You cut the man off by pointing at the bird with a face full of horror.
The man gasps. "You can see him too?" He questions. You nod. "How- Khonshu do you know anything about this?" Khonshu shakes his head no.
This is all too overwhelming. You turn around to run away but the unnamed man shouts; "wait! It's okay! He's nice. And I just want to help you!".
You stop in your place as he wraps his arm around yours and guides you to the warm cafe down the street.
"My name is Steven.. and what's yours?" He questions. "Um... yn." You respond coyly. "Now. What are you doing out here in the rain by yourself?" He asks gently.
"My parents kicked me out... I can see dead people. They think I'm crazy..." You vent, your voice going quiet. He looks at you sympathetically. He knew how you felt, but he can't say that right now.
"I'm sorry kiddo..." He takes the warm tea that the waiter gave him and handed it to you. "How about you stay with us? My place is small but it's definitely an upgrade from the streets.."
You take a sip of your tea as you nod thankfully. He stands up and pats your head before going to pay for the drinks.
A/N: if anyone wants I'll do a part 2 but for now, here it is 🥰🫶
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Please Don't Hate Me!
(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)
Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.
Poor Layla , she didn't sign up for this
In other words:
In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family
Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3: You're in Deep Shit Marc Spector
Warning: mentions of depression and someone passing out,
also Layla steals the show, good for her
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Loud, constant clacking filled the dimming room as a woman with long, dark, curly hair sat at her desk typing away with a harsh, but determined look.
She was frustrated, royally pissed, but most of all, Layla was worried.
Her baby girl, yes hers.
Marc had left, leaving divorce papers a few weeks after his disappearance, sure they were unsigned, but she didn't care!
He. Left!
He has no right to say he cares!
He. Has. No. Fucking Right.
Marc Left.
And it tore her baby girl apart.
It tore her heart as well, but that she can handle.
She can be wounded, she can bleed till her last drop and she will still be able to move. It would be hard but she can get up and try again. It would take time and she would have to learn to trust again, but she could, would heal.
But watching her baby girl fall apart?
Literally fall apart, piece by piece?
That was the kicker.
The Final straw.
That was Marc stabbing her, them, in the back.
Layla had already lost her father, she can't help her wish to know how or why, but she could live.
She had met Marc, got married, and had a sweet baby girl. In a way she moved past her father's death.
She had a family of her own.
HAD!
Marc stole that from her!
Stole her new family! He ripped them apart viciously by leaving!
Of course she's livid!
Her sweet little baby girl nearly cried that first week that had gone by with absolutely no word from Marc.
At first, she thought he was on another one of Khonshu's missions. Sometimes they ran long. Normally it was no big deal. Sure, it was odd he hadn't said anything before leaving, but she understood how demanding that god could be. There were multiple talks and rants, the frustration with that topic alone could topple mountains.
So she had understood.
Key word, had.
Watching the frown appear on her daughters face when Layla said papa went on a trip was worrying, but not enough to draw Layla's attention.
Not yet, at the very least.
But when the week finished up and there were still no signs of Marc? Layla started to worry.
Worry that Marc was dead, long gone to a place neither could reach.
There is a saying that 'no news is good news'.
It's a Lie.
'No news' is Worse.
It's no wonder 'Hope' was in Pandora's box.
'No news' leaves you wondering what happened, how it happened, maybe even why. But you hold on to that hope, no matter how small. You pray nothing has gone wrong, every single day. You wait, holding your breath, 'One more day' you'll chant. 'I'll find out tomorrow' but when tomorrow comes? It's the exact same thing, making your worry and dread grow till eventually it slowly becomes a crushing weight. Hope, once an ally, has become the backstabber, the taunter, the solid boulder. It drives you crazy with 'what ifs'.
'No news' can mean so much more.
And it drags on in the most torturous of ways.
So when Marc didn't check in like normal, didn't warn her about the silence required on his mission, to keep them safe, she started to worry.
But their daughter, her little treasure who has fiercely loved her father for all these years, seemed to have noticed as well.
Layla never really knew just how much their baby girl paid attention to their comings and going. Honestly, she would have been impressed if those observations hadn't bothered her baby girl.
It had started small enough, a meal missed here, another skipped there. Her little girl sleeping in their bedroom, sometimes stealing some of Marc's shirts, the dirty shirts.
Layla didn't have the heart to scold her after the fourth time, not after that heartbreaking mumbled apology. She can't help but wonder where she learned those puppy dog eyes.
Not when Layla realized she hadn't seen her little girl in days.
Her child who would rather play outside with her father insread of watching a movie or play video games seemed to hide behind them now, almost obsessively. Layla's daughter Refusing to ride or even look at the swings, or anything that had to do with her activities with Marc. The tree he had caught her in was empty except for the leaves. The couch where she always slept on top of Marc now sat empty. The blanket now moved to the recliner. Touch no longer seemed to sooth her little girl.
The little hugger of the family just... seemed to ghost around the house.
The girl that would sing random songs while she baked family and friends treats, barely opened her mouth after the third week.
That finally snapped Layla out of it, enough to try ring Marc.
Good news, his phone went through.
Bad news, the asshole refused to pick up.
Oh, she didn't call him an asshole the first time she called, nor the second. But after the 54th call, 46 messages and 0 answers? Well, she naturally grew pissed.
Her messages started off sweet and worried, asking him when he'll be home, to, at the very least just let them know he's safe and that they miss him.
Then she started begging Marc to come home, their baby girl had passed out a d the doctor said it was from forgetting to eat.
That was the first and last time, for both her daughter and herself. Her baby girl now set timers to remember to eat and that message was the last time she begged Marc to come home.
He didn't care enough to come home, or he didn't care enough to listen. She didn't know which outcome was Marc's issue.
It didn't matter. He'd spectacularly burned that bridge.
At this point in time, it was more a matter of pride. She wanted to find Marc to drag answers out of that dick. And if he didn't have a good reason, even if he did, he would be toast. His answer would determine the level of burning she would do, if her daughter didn't do it first.
She could be quite vindictive when she felt it was necessary.
Layla was relieved when her baby came home from the sanctum one weekend with a massive smile on her face and an apology for worrying her mother on her lips. They had two long girls' day and spent those next two nights together.
Layla never asked what made her little treasure so happy. Too relieved that she had a better part of her daughter back.
Oh, her little girl was still sad, but not nearly to the extreme she was prior. Maybe she finally found a boyfriend at school or maybe she got a new friend. Layla had seen her little treasure wearing a small, thin red and gold bracelet with a small sapphire gem braided in as the master piece.
Layla hoped it was from a friend and not a lover. She didn't want to see her little girl that broken ever again.
If her father could cripple her, what would a lover do?
So Layla was relieved to see her daughter back on the swings, not as often as she had before, but it was enough.
So with one more thing settled, she could focus more on Marc.
And she was livid.
Harshly typing away on her keyboard, creating a long series of codes, a net of numbers.
Layla doesn't plan to leave anything to chance, all she needs is for Marc to pick up his phone one time. Even if he doesn't, this baby right here will slowly get closer each ring. A bit like the game Marco Polo treasure always made Marc play.
One way or another, she will get what she wants.
Fuck Marc's flightiness. She'll chase him to the end of the world if she has too. He owes them an explanation at the very least.
It's why she called her daughter back, in case they would have to go at a moments notice.
"Mama?"
With a few more key strokes Layla finishes and shouts over her shoulder, "In here, baby girl!"
There's a bit of shuffling before little treasure enters, "Could you hand me my cell, sweetheart?"
"Sure"
It takes no more than a moment, and with her daughters eyes following her, she connects her phone to her computer to start the download.
It's silent, and Layla can feel the slight tension in the air.
Really, it's at times like these that her little girl reminds her of Marc.
Letting out a sigh Layla relents, "I've almost got him."
She watches as her daughter perks up, "Really?!"
Layla can't help the mixed feelings forming in the pit of her stomach. For one thing she's delighted her daughter can smile like that again, for another Layla wishes it was she who could light up her daughters face. Though she can't really blame little treasure since she herself was a daddy's girl to begin with. "Really, Really." She quotes, earning a happy giggle from her girl, "Now why don't you get packing, we leave as soon as I can get a trace on the man."
She watches as her daughter freezes and turns back towards her and in a voice so quiet asks, "You mean, I can come with you?"
It's the unspoken 'this time' hanging in the air that makes Layla pause and look, really look at her daughter. The subtle hope hidden in her eyes that forces Layla to remember all the times her... their daughter asked if she could come. How she only asked once each time, never more, only once.
How?
How had Layla and Marc not noticed?
"Of course you're coming, -" her daughter's squeals of happiness and excitement cut Layla off. She watched as her little one ran off on quick, but surprisingly quiet feet. Layla would have smiled and shook her head, but not this time.
This time she just silently observed their little girl zooming to and fro, leaping over any obstacles. ...When was the last time her daughter was this excited? This free?
Pursing her lips, she nodded to herself.
Marc was in deep shit once she got a hold of him.
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AN: sorry for the late update. Just finished this chapter. Wattpad deleted 2 chapters this one was included (nearly shit myself in rage luckily it was only deleted on the app and I saved it from the website? Have no clue how that worked, I'm just so glad it did) also got sick... still sick but what ever.
I'm actually really happy Layla stole the rains for this one, really mama bear surprised me and I think it helps explain why Layla was so pissed at Marc. Before it felt more like she wanted to find Marc for her bruised pride and wanting answers (at least for me)
Gotta do some research on the story plots (haven’t seen the whole thing and don’t want to follow word for word so bullet points! … I thought I was done with research 😫)
Thanks for reading! ☺️
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