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anonymousewrites · 21 hours
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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Prologue
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader
Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader
Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader
Prologue: On the Precipice
Summary: In 2018, (Y/N) discovers grief as people turn to dust and the world turns to chaos.
Mouse Note: Welcome to Burden of Truth! Kind of a rough beginning, but, hey, how else do you become an Avatar to a god? Anyways, housekeeping: This is a platonic fic, so anyone who suggests anything inappropriate between an adult and minor will be blocked and deleted. That's pretty much it, but I wanted to make it clear. As for the actual fic, there aren't any warnings other than the violence that Marvel shows. I'm really excited to share this series! Please feel free to comment since I'm always up to answering questions and replying to comments. Plus it makes me keep writing. Without further ado, though, please enjoy!
2018…
            (Y/N) gasped for breath, but their lungs refused to bring in the air they needed. Every limb ached, and their heart beat against their chest. It stuttered, refusing to work correctly. The edges of (Y/N)’s visions blurred to black.
            Everything had gone wrong. They had thought this summer would be a beautiful one, traveling with their parents. Egypt was lovely, and (Y/N) liked to listen to their parents—anthropology and history professors—tell them about the rich history and culture of the country.
            Plus, they were far away from New York where strange aliens had recently attacked and fought Iron Man and a strange wizard. They were safe with their family and free to enjoy themself.
            And then people turned to dust.
            Screams echoed as loved ones disappeared before people’s very eyes. Cars crashed without drivers. Buses overturned and threw out people and sand. Cries went out as crashes sent metal through limbs—through torsos.
            Through (Y/N)’s torso.
            (Y/N) couldn’t even move to cover their chest as it bled. They didn’t try to. They knew they were dying. They didn’t want to (gods, please, no, I don’t want this I don’t want this) but they were.
            And they couldn’t even reach out to hold their mom and dad’s hands. (Y/N) felt like a child again, but unlike nightmares, they couldn’t run to their parents’ arms to feel safe. Even if they could, the chill of death had already taken their parents’ warmth and comfort.
            (Y/N) wished they’d all turned to dust. This was violent, painful, agonizing. Their parents had laid beside them in distress, calling out for help and rescue, dying. No one had come.
            And now (Y/N) was alone—the world hadn’t even been kind enough to let them die before their parents.
            This was just so wrong. Unfair. Unjust.
            “It is unjust.” A calm voice spoke.
            (Y/N) didn’t move. They couldn’t, and they were already dying. Their situation couldn’t get worse.
            “I can feel your pain.”
            This time, a woman, taller than humanely possible, appeared in their line of sight. She knelt among the dust and bodies of the bus and gazed at (Y/N).
            She was Egyptian, dressed in a red gown, and wore an intricate necklace of gold and turquoise. Multicolored Sleeves swept out with her arms like wings. Silky black hair fell around her shoulders, and her eyes were lined in kohl. An ostrich feather stood in a circlet and swayed in the wind.
            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the feather, and something in their chest pulled towards it.
            The woman tilted her head and watched them in assessment. “You sense the truth.”
            “Who…” (Y/N)’s hoarse voice died.
            “I am the goddess Ma’at.” The wind whipped around her as she spoke. “I am in search of a guardian. To uphold justice in the face of wrongdoing. To protect harmony from discord. To defend truth from falsehood.”
            (Y/N) coughed, and Ma’at tilted her head.
            “I can see the truth in your heart. You want justice for everyone who suffers like you,” said Ma’at. She leaned in. “Pledge yourself to me, pledge yourself to the truth, and I will give you the life to do so.”
            (Y/N) looked into Ma’at’s eyes and summoned all their strength left.
            “Yes.”
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2023…
            (Y/N) crouched on the roof and dropped onto the balcony below them. The house around them was quiet. The security guards were clueless to their approach, which was just fine. They didn’t want any attention.
            (Y/N) opened the sliding door of the balcony and slipped into the display room. They glanced around themself in distaste. None of the artifacts in glass cases belonged to the owner of this house. He’d “acquired” them in the aftermath of the Blip left countries in disarray, just so like many others.
            After the return of the Blipped, the problem of stolen artifacts had only gotten worse since the chaos had begun again, letting more people profit off the displaced people and their possessions.
            (Y/N) had spent years repatriating the stolen relics from the aftermath of the Blip. This man, Mr. Medrano, was among the worst offenders. He lied about his findings as an “archaeologist” and stole what he needed for glory. And along the way, he removed any competition. A thief, a liar, and a killer. Medrano was a man who brought injustice of all kinds to the world.
            And that was precisely what (Y/N) stood against—what Ma’at stood against.
            (Y/N) stopped in front of a case of Egyptian artifacts. Their eyes scanned the contents for the relic they were supposed to bring back to Egypt (send back, really, by way of another person. (Y/N) was still just a teenager, so they couldn’t send it back themself without raising suspicions. Luckily, putting something in a hidden box and not showing their face did the trick).
            (Y/N) frowned. The hieroglyphic tablet of Tethering wasn’t on the wall. It seemed they were later than expected, and Medrano had begun to work on translation.
            Which means it’ll be in his office.
            (Y/N) went to the door of the display room and peeked outside. No light, no movement. They moved into the hall and crept down towards the room at the other side of the house. Making sure their gloves were on—no sense leaving fingerprints—(Y/N) reached out and felt the door handle.
            The door was unlocked.
            Gently, (Y/N) opened it.
            Shick!
            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they took a step back. A man in a white, bandage-like suit stood above Medrano. He pulled two crescent-shaped blades from his chest, and Medrano’s body slumped to the ground. The man paused and looked towards the door, the moon sighting the crescent-illusion in his hood and the symbol on the forehead and chest.
            “There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here,” said the man, but (Y/N) felt in their heart that he wasn’t speaking to them.
            “Does it matter? Your job is to punish the wrongdoers in this mansion.”
            (Y/N) blinked as they heard a voice echo from behind them. It was a god’s voice. Not Ma’at, no, but most definitely a deity.
            “I won’t hurt a kid, Khonshu,” snapped the avatar, and his hood folded back.
            (Y/N) turned around and found themself staring up (really up) at a half-man, half-bird skeleton in white wrappings. This was Khonshu.
            “I’m not a wrongdoer,” said (Y/N) to Khonshu, holding up their hands. “I’m, uh, an Avatar.”
            At that, Khonshu and man stopped.
            “You can see him?” said the man, frowning warily.
            “I’m the Avatar of Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted. They weren’t used to saying that. “She’s the goddess of truth.” They could see the “truth” of the world more than others, and that included the gods that walked among them.
            “That ostrich is interfering with my work,” said Khonshu, irritated.
            “You are the one who is not supposed to interfere with human business,” said Ma’at’s calm voice, and (Y/N) glanced at the office’s large window to find her sitting on the sill.
            Khonshu’s avatar looked at the window but saw nothing. “Is another god here?”
            (Y/N) nodded sharply. This was a little too much. They were used to working by themself.
            “You are doing the exact same thing,” said Khonshu.
            “I am returning artifacts to our people,” said Ma’at. “I am not interfering in human life more than that.” She glanced at Medrano’s body. “Unlike some.”
            Khonshu tsked. “I am delivering justice.”
            “A type, yes,” said Ma’at.
            “Ma’at,” said (Y/N) quietly. “I’m going to take the tablet..”
            “Go ahead, (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “Khonshu will not harm you. You have done no wrong.”
            “They interfered with my work,” said Khonshu.
            “Irritating is not wrongdoing,” said Ma’at.
            (Y/N) decided to leave before the gods continued to argue. It made them uncomfortable. Then again, a lot of interaction did. (Y/N) hadn’t really gotten to slow down and make friends after 2018, so they’d grown used to their own company (or Ma’at’s). Everything else was business, and anything more was out of their realm of understanding.
            (Y/N) opened their bag and slipped the wrapped tablet carefully from the table inside. They looked decidedly away from Medrano’s body, glanced at Khonshu’s avatar, and left the room.
            If that’s what Avatars and gods outside of themself and Ma’at were like, (Y/N) didn’t want to meet them.
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2025…
            “(Y/N).”
            The now-seventeen-year-old raised their eyes from the book they were reading. “Yes, Ma’at?”
            “I have an important job for you.”
            (Y/N) frowned. Ma’at never described anything as “important.” Necessary? Yes. Important? No. Everything was equally pertinent to upholding justice and order to Ma’at.
            “I need you to retrieve a scarab.”
            “Who stole it?” asked (Y/N).
            “You are.”
            (Y/N) looked at Ma’at in surprise. “What?” Ma’at disliked any injustice or unlawful actions.
            “You are stealing the scarab of Ammit,” said Ma’at.
            Ammit.
            Ammit ruled the scales in the Judgement of the Dead. Ma’at was the Feather of Truth against which human hearts were weighed. One had abandoned true justice; one continued to defend it.
            And (Y/N) was stuck in the middle with the burden to protect the truth of it all.
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aew-kun · 22 days
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*⁠.⁠✧MoonKnight x teen!reader/child!reader/platonic!reader/Regressor!Reader Masterslist <3*⁠.⁠✧
(all for personal reasons lol :) will be updated as I find more)
( * - Agere Works)
Baby Scarab
New to life
Burden of truth
Scribe of the Gods
One finn wonder
Transitions
Friendly neighbourhood gift shopist
Help from your friends
Homophobic parents
Steven Grant as your older brother
Marc Spector as your older brother
How the Moonknight system is with a teen reader
Prom dress
Glimpse of the past
Guy in the chair
Reuniting
To the moon and back
Fatherhood
Grateful
Solo
Louder than words
The parkourist and the scarab
How to get fired
Tempers to rival
Idiots meet maths
Fish fascination
Water works
Chaotic normalcy
Shiny rock
Night stroll
Annoying partners
Their surprise
Magic
Would have stayed
By your side
Homework help
The best medicine
First meetings
Recruitment
Taken
Drunk
Proud
Harm
Piano lessons
School stress
Spiderkid
Anpu
No time
Falling asleep on them
Friends with the moon
Destructive
Quiet after a storm
Tickles
The librarian
Marc as a Caregiver *
Steven as a Caregiver *
Jake as a Caregiver *
Steven as a Caregiver PT 2 *
Nighty knight *
No fight *
Sleep time *
Little scarab *
Communication *
Little moon goes to school *
Protector of the night *
The goddess of caregiving *
Protector of the playground *
Halloween *
Lights will flicker *
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moonywritings · 1 year
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Help from your friends.
Moonknight x Teen reader PLATONIC.
Genre : Oneshot.
Pairing : Steven Grant x teen reader, Marc Spector x teen reader, Jake Lockley x teen reader.
Summary : Your friends help you build a shelf.
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Sitting on the ground, legs crossed, you cast an annoyed glance at the plans spread out in front of you. No matter how hard you read and reread them, examine the many diagrams in detail and even look on the internet, you still hadn't managed to assemble this damn shelf, even after a good hour of assembling and disassembling the many parts.
You groaned for what felt like the hundredth time today and threw up your arms in exasperation. Handiwork was obviously not for you.
You liked to read more than anything and you had decided to buy one of those pretty book shelves from IKEA to store your many books. You were tired of leaving them lying around in piles bigger than you. At night, you'd trip over them sometimes and then have to pick them up and pile them up again as you rubbed your sore toes.
You lay on your back, crushing your tools and some building plans, and rubbed your eyes. You almost didn't hear the knock on your apartment door. You indicated that the door was unlocked in a loud, weary voice. The door creaked open, then slammed shut, and you heard familiar footsteps crossing your hallway.
"Hiya love !"
You straighten up hastily, a big smile on your face.
"Hello Steven !"
He smiled back at you with the same energy then turned to the window and you knew he was listening to his two alters.
"Marc and Jake say hello too."
"Hi guys !" You waved awkwardly, not sure if they could see you.
Steven held grocery bags in his hands filled with what appeared to be sweets, sodas and chips. He often brought you snacks and books when he visited you, and you smile thinking that he spoils you a lot. He put them on the couch and walked over to you as you rose to greet him. He hugged you tightly, then released you, his gaze lingering on the mess that littered the floor of your living room.
"What happened here ?"
You fidgeted a little, embarrassed.
"I was trying to assemble a bookshelf, but it turned out to be more difficult than expected,” you confessed.
"Why didn't you call us ? We could have helped."
Without waiting for your answer, he frantically reached into his shirt pockets and pulled out his pair of rectangular reading glasses. You smile as you watch him put them on his nose and sit on the floor, in the same spot where you were a moment ago.
He began rummaging through the many plans and brought a few to his face to examine. You tried in vain to restrict your laughter to his old man's attitude. A chuckle escaped your lips and you couldn't stop it. Steven looked up from the papers he was holding and gave you a questioning look.
"What is it ? What's funny ?"
"You," you replied with a mocking look.
"Me ?" He says pointing his index finger to his chest. "Why ?"
"You look like a grandma."
You burst out laughing at his shocked look. He rolled his eyes playfully and returned his attention to his work.
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Half an hour had passed. Steven now had the same desperate look you had earlier. His curly hair stood on end from every time he'd run his hand through it.
You sighed in annoyance and stood up, your leg bones cracking after all the time you'd been sitting on the floor.
"Ummm... You want tea ? I'll make tea."
You stomped towards the kitchen without waiting for his response.
"Hey, Steven. Give me the body, you're messing it up !"
"I'm definitely not going to give you the body !" Steven exclaimed. "I know you'll end up getting upset and throwing everything away. They don't need that," he added, watching you bustle behind the counter, a kettle full of water in your hand.
"What ? I would never do that!"
"Stevie is right, amigo. You can't keep your cool," Jake sneered, joining the conversation between the british and the american.
You heard the man arguing with his reflection for a few more minutes, laughing. Eventually you saw the body straighten up and lose its shy and friendly look to be replaced with a tense body and a deep frown. You knew it was Marc who were fronting now. You watched him shake the blueprints and tools and mutter annoyedly for a few more minutes before the whistle of the kettle startles you.
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"That doesn't make any sense ! And why is it so hard it's just a damn bookshelf !"
"I told you, hermano."
"Oh shut up Jake !"
"You're never gonna make it if you keep arguing like this !" said Steven wearily. "Now shut up and focus on that bloody shelf before they come back."
Marc stared at the shelf he had partially built. He took a sip of the tea you had brought him and concentrated on his work while you picked up your books scattered all over the apartment, ready to put them in their new location.
"C'mon hermano, give me the body. I can do it faster than you."
Five minutes later, the large white shelf stood against the wall with a proud Jake leaning on it.
"How in the hell did you do that ?!" Marc spat in an annoyed tone.
"I always said I was the smartest of us," Jake replied smugly with a smirk. The american answered him with an irritating growl.
"Well done Jake !" exclaimed Steven.
"Jake, you did it !"
He turned to you, who had just come out of your room, a stack of books in your arms, and a wide grin. You put them on the floor and examined the shelf with an admiring look.
"Yeah, it was nothing, don't wor..."
He was interrupted by your arms hugging him tightly. Surprised, he did not immediately return your hug.
"Thanks guys. What would I do without you, hm ?"
"You probably would never assemble this damn shelf," he sneered, his arms around you.
You giggled in his neck and released him. You could sense it was Marc now.
"Do you want to do a movie night ?" You asked hopefully. You were always very happy to spend time with them and you also wanted to thank them for helping you.
"Of course kiddo. Why do you think we bought snacks ?" he said, pointing to the bags Steven had put on your couch earlier.
You grinned and thanked him.
"So, what do you want to watch ?"
"Harry Potter."
"AGAIN ?!"
"Yes, again. Now sit down and shut up. I'll go get the snacks Steven bought."
He sat down on the couch, grumbling, and turned on the TV. He complained a lot but you knew he loved doing movie nights no matter what movie you chose. You also knew he secretly enjoyed watching Harry Potter. As long as it was with you, he would be happy, they would all be happy.
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I wanted to try and write a oneshot for once, I hope you liked it ;) Sorry for my English 😅
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autmism · 1 year
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prom dress
pairing(s) ; moonsys x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, steven grant x teen!reader, jake lockley × teen!reader
warning(s) ; little hurt/comfort but more comfort
synopsis; (request) Hi! I hope I'm not bothering you or anything but I've been reading your Moonknight fics and their really good! I was wondering if you could do a platonic Moonknight fanfic where the teen! reader gets stood up at her school prom and she comes crying to boys how she didn't get a chance to dance in her princess dress and so the guys comfort her and each of them dance with her in their own style. This just me suffering from my daddy issues…. just think it would be sweet and wholesome.
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a/n: HI tysm for the requests!! im glad you like my fics i hope you enjoy !!! ty for all the reqs i have i will get to them soon i promise
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y/n stepped out of the elevator doors, ready to drag herself into bed and forget about her problems. what she hadn’t expected was for marc to be stood outside his flat door waiting for her to get back from the dance.
“hey! how’d it go kid?”
“not in the mood, goodnight.” y/n sighed, walking past marc.
“hey, hey, hey? slow down, what’s going on?” marc put a hand on y/n’s shoulder, a concerned look on his face.
“it’s fine, i don’t want to talk about it.” y/n rolled her eyes.
“c’mon kid, you can talk to me, steven’ll make you some hot chocolate?” marc smiled nervously.
“you promise?” y/n frowned, averting her eyes from him. the last thing she wanted to do was breakdown in front of the man she considered a father figure.
“i’d force him if it made you feel better,” marc got the keys to his flat out his pocket, smiling as he noticed y/n trying not to laugh, “c’mon talk to us, what happened?”
y/n sat down on the first seat she could find, the couch, and frowned, “it’s embarrassing… i feel like such a loser.”
“oh you poor thing, what happened out there? you could use a hot chocolate i suppose… even though it’s not such a smart idea to have chocolate before bedtime.. sorry, rambling again.. classic me!” steven laughed, grabbing the ingredients he needed from the fridge, “you can talk to us about anything, love! i promise you that none of us will think you’re a loser, since you aren’t one!”
“thanks steven..” y/n sighed, “you remember max?”
“max? the kid who asked you to prom? what’d he do?” marc fronted, immediately abandoning steven’s task of making hot chocolate at the mention of a boy’s name. you’d think he had a child of his own with the way he stood in the kitchen doorway with his hands on his hips.
“he stood me up.” y/n’s voice cracked, as she put her head in her hands.
“i’m so sorry, kiddo,” marc’s tone softened and he left the kitchen to sit next to y/n on the couch, “what an asshole, he’s missing out on the best kid!”
“he didn’t seem to miss much when his tongue was down another girl’s throat.” y/n started crying and marc tensed up, he was truly not the man for the job. comfort was more steven’s thing.
marc put a hand around her shoulder and let her lean on him while she cried, “it’s gonna be okay..”
“it’s not okay!” y/n leaned into him, hugging him tightly as she cried. to be truthful, y/n was thankful that marc, steven and jake were all part of her life. she didn’t have an outstanding father and to have three separate father figures she could look up to instead of her biological father was a miracle.
“you’re still young, you’re gonna have plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends in your life,” he frowned, rubbing circles into her back.
“but i don’t want anyone else, i wanted him!”
“i know, i know… but sometimes things just don’t work out and that’s not your fault, kid,” he rested his head on hers, “you may want this guy now, but trust me you’ll find better.”
“he was so sweet… i don’t get what i did wrong?” she whimpered, marc could practically hear the pain she was in just by her voice.
“hey.” marc pulled y/n away from him and put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes, “this is not your fault, you are a great kid, got it?”
“what went wrong then?”
“he went wrong. you did everything right, okay?” he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, expecting her to agree.
“i guess so…” y/n mumbled, her sobbing turning into silent tears.
“you look great too, told you the dress was a good choice,” he smiled proudly, silently celebrating that she chose the dress that he recommended.
“you’re just saying that, you have to,” y/n laughed, wiping her face with her arm.
“woah? you calling me a liar? not cool, y/n.” marc crossed his arms over his chest.
“oh c’mon you know what i mean, ya big baby.” y/n rolled her eyes, shoving marc playfully.
“the dress looks great and you look beautiful tonight, kid.” he smiled, hoping that he was articulating how sincere he was being.
“i do like the dress.. i guess i’m just being stupid, but i’m just upset i didn’t get to dance with it on..?” y/n trailed off, sounding unsure of herself.
“dance? someone say dance?” y/n looked up to see jake smirking and getting up from the couch, “the night is still young, you’ve got time to dance!”
“hi jake,” y/n sighed, as he started to pull on her arms, trying to annoy her into getting up.
“not happy to see me?” jake pouted dramatically.
“you and marc are such babies, you know what i meant, asshole!” y/n laughed, reluctantly getting up after she accepted that jake wouldn’t have stopped until one of them was either dead or knocked out. he was always quite persistent; annoyingly persistent.
“c’mon the night is still young, dance with me!” he pulled y/n to an open space in the flat.
“you certainly aren’t.” y/n muttered.
“hey? friendly fire, i’m just trying to help not let that dress go to waste!” he scoffed.
“sorry, bad night… as you probably could tell.” y/n sighed, “thank you..”
jake decided to play a song that marc had been listening to lately, called ‘bahlam maak’. it was a recommendation from layla and jake thought y/n might enjoy it as well. it was slow and calming - way better than whatever they would’ve played at a prom. y/n followed jake’s lead, a small smile growing on her face.
“thank you, jake… this is really nice,” she looked down, “i’ve always wondered what it would feel like to go to a daughter-father dance… i think it would feel something like this.”
jake’s smile grew on his face, pride swelling in his chest. there was always an unspoken father-daughter bond between the two, but to hear her say it made him ecstatic.
“i’ve always wanted to beat up my daughter’s shitty boyfriends, guess we both win, eh?” he smirked, seeing y/n try to stifle her laughs, “seriously, i’ll do it, say the word and he vanishes mysteriously.”
“jake, you can’t kill him,” y/n scoffed, “if anyone’s doing that it’s me.”
“attagirl.”
“jake..?”
“hm?”
“thank you for this, i know… i can be a bit of a pain-“
“a bit?” he raised an eyebrow.
“okay, i’ll keep the rest to myself instead, good job.” y/n rolled her eyes.
“hey, i’m kidding!”
“you better be,” she scoffed, “thank you for being here for me, even when i can be a pain in the ass, i know i’m not easy to be around, but you, marc and steven somehow manage to put up with me, so thank you.”
jake’s grin fell from his face, knowing that some of the words she was saying were not words that she had thought of, these were things that had been put into her head by her father.
“c’mon, you’re not a pain in the ass, you’re the best kid i’ve ever met.”
“got a lot of friends that are kids, huh?”
“okay smart ass, not the time,” he looked at her, clearly unamused, “you’re not difficult to be around at all, you’re an intelligent, beautiful and quick witted young girl and you’ve got a bright future ahead, chiquitita.”
“now i’m crying again,” y/n pouted.
“and i’m still offering to beat this asshole’s ass.”
“you’re just looking for excuses to beat someone up!” y/n protested.
“ah, ya got me,” he chuckled, “i’m gonna let steven make you that hot chocolate now, we did promise.”
“thank you jake,” y/n smiled, as he turned the music off and paused for a second before steven fronted.
“oh look at you! aren’t you just a princess tonight,” steven smiled.
“a snotty princess, sure.” y/n laughed, before taking a seat back on the couch.
“well, i think you look amazing! and any guy that stands you up is a bloody plonker, yeah?”
“absolute fucking plonker,” y/n huffed.
“alright, you’re upset so i will let that one slide, but watch your language, love.” steven scolded her, pointing a finger at her with a stern look on his face.
“if jake can threaten to kill someone, i can say a few bad words.”
“well. uhm. hot chocolate! that’s what i’m doing!” steven scurried off. he was always less than thrilled to hear about the things jake says, knowing all the things jake say are vulgar and downright criminal.
“you going home then? or not tonight?” steven asked from the kitchen, as he got back to making the hot chocolate.
“is it okay if i stay here?” y/n rubbed her face with her arm, “there’s some things my dad said that weren’t so nice, but turned out happening anyways… i don’t really want to hear about.. yeah, i’ll stay, if it’s okay?”
“‘course it’s okay, you’re always welcome here!”
“thanks steven,” y/n smiled, “and marc and jake.”
“no specific order right?” steven rolled his eyes, heading jake and marc bickering about which one of them she prefers.
“no specific order! quit your fighting marc and jake!” y/n laughed, knowing the things the two were saying from witnessing the same argument countless of times.
“told you,” steven mumbled, shooting a stern look at the reflective surface of the kettle, where marc stared at him with a frown on his face.
“hey steven?” y/n called out.
“just a sec, love! i’m on my way!”
y/n eagerly accepted the hot chocolate in a mug labelled ‘world’s best grandpa’, which had been a gift from her to jake. she insisted that originally she wanted to get the dad mug, but they were out of stock. they all knew it was a lie and y/n wanted to poke fun of their age, but also that y/n was too embarrassed at the time to admit she saw them as a father and thought a lighthearted grandpa mug would ease her into being able to say it one day.
“have you ever been stood up before?” y/n asked after a sip of hot chocolate, “i ask you, because jake probably stands people up and marc is marc.”
that’s misinformation.
what the hell is that supposed to mean?
“oh, countless of times,” steven ignored jake and marc again, “it’s not great, innit?”
“not great at all…” y/n sighed, “i know marc said it wasn’t me, but i can’t help but think if it was me, i mean the girl he was kissing… and then there’s me?”
“hmm,” steven paused, “well, sometimes these things are out of our control and when they are that means we never had control to change what could happen, but this bloke had all the control in the situation and made a bloody awful choice.”
“so if i did everything the right way and can’t see how i could’ve done anything differently, but can see that with the other person, then it’s not my fault.”
“exactly!”
“thanks steven… i didn’t really consider it from that point of view…”
“you feelin’ a bit better?“ steven asked, smiling as she sipped on the hot chocolate.
“a lot thank you,” y/n smiled back, “i can’t thank you enough for everything, coming over to your place is the best time of my life, just.. it’s nice and it makes the hard days worth it.
“oh, you’re gonna make me bloody cry now!” steven wrapped his arms around y/n, but being mindful of the hot drink in her hands.
“sorry.”
“it’s alright, love.”
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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
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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.
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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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m4xedout · 1 year
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One Fin Wonder
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Welcome to one fin wonder! This is the first chapter of this series!
content warning!: swearing? Mentions of blood, homeless child, reader is 14-15!
Okay..here we go!
Well then!- you didn't order a wake up call...literally..
"..y/n?" Oh its Sam! Wonder if we'll hang out today-
"I'm moving."
.
What?
Oh shit.
Holy shit no no no.
Sam was the only friend you could go to- THE ONLY PERSON YOU KNEW IF THIS BLOODY TOWN.
Whew..okay.,calm down..maybe it's a joke...Sam jokes alot so it has to be!
"Ahah..haha..hah.. g-good one Sam " you laughed, trying to make it seem like you weren't about to cry.
"What?..what do you mean 'good one's? nothing about this is good y/n!" "Okay! I'm sorry..I thought you were joking.."
Well shit.
"Okay..well?" "I- I'm sorry I have to pack." -beep!-
...
Well this isn't how you thought your summer would start.
Okay well! Time to go search for a job!!..again
You started walking towards the old lady who had always had you help with her cats, you were glad to help, but today was payday! Of 20 dollars but- you could get some food with that!
"Hello Candice! How are the kitties?" The old lady turned around to see you and smiled "oh hello lovey! Goodness you're getting tall heheh, we-well here's your 20 dollars dearie" she handed it to you and before you walked away "buy yourself something to eat sugar!"
"I will think you miss Candi-" and then you bumped into someone
"Shit sorry! My bad" you help the old man up and grab his weird looking cane..
"No no child forgive me, I was just looking at the kittens, you must be working here is that it?" He spoke with a harsh voice, refering to the old lady's shop.
"Oh no! Im just a helper, that's all"
"Helper?..yes..you will do good child"..ew.
"Yeah..aheh.. I gotta go sorry about the bump sir!" You speed walked away and could feel his eyes staring at you from afar.
You end up at some fish shop and see a help wanted poster in the window
"Nice!" You whisper to yourself as you walk in
"Hello there!" Said a woman from behind the counter on the right "be right with you"
You stand there and see all the little fishies swimming about
"Okay love what can i help you with?" "Oh I'm here for the help wanted?"
Her eyes lit up, must be hard working in a fish shop alone
"Oh yes! Thank you! We'll get right to it!" "I-- wait- I don't have to sign anything?"
"Well it's not that hard to take care of fish love, just feed em and watch them swim about their sad little lives!" Heh funny
After she showed you around, she said she was gonna close up shop for the day before-
"Hey uh excuse me?" Oh? First customer!
"Yeah uh do you have a goldfish with one fin?"..one fin? Any other gold fish and he wants one with one fin?...okay
"Uh sir? We have plenty more gold fish with two fins-" "no I need one with one fin!"..
"Sir, please calm down or we'll have to ask you to leave" "okay yeah uh...just give me a goldfish..and hurry, please."
You went to get the gold fish and hand it to the man "here you are sir, a gold fish with two fins! Take care!" He payed you
"Shit let's hope so." and just like that he was gone.
"Weirdo" said the woman
"Maybe he needs it for..something? Art?" You said
"Yeah..anyways darling here's your pay" she hands you a check for 50 dollars
"I- OH MY GOD!" You damn near yelled
She looks at you with confusion as you let out a nervous laugh
"Sorry..I just didn't expect this much holy cow!" "You've done well for you first day on the job!" She pats you on the shoulder
"Now let's go before some other weirdo comes for a blue puffer fish!"
Later that evening you had went to look for a place to settle, when you couldn't find you decind to cross the towns, you went into an alley way and hurried because you didn't want to die in there.
Qnd you came out safely until some random woman wondered up to you qnd asked for you hands, you thought she was gonna rob you so you politely declined, you started to walk way
When you felt her hands grab you and pull you into the alley way.. fucker.
She shoves you against the wall and roughly grabbed your hands
Suddenly, a man in a white suit and cape, came down from the ceiling, and tossed the woman across the alley way, his fists were bloody, and dripping
You sat there, terrified, holy shit, this was how you were gonna die, oh my god.
The man spoke "hey kid you okay?" He sounded familiar?
"Uh..yeah.. just winded I think I'll be okay" "okay, you got a place to stay? Anywhere to go?"..."no"...
"Okay then come with me". He grabbed you hand as gently as he could as he had the feeling they'd be sore tomorrow
He led you in front of a flat, you walked to the front and turned around "hey man thanks-"..he was gone.
After you went in to apply, you promised you'd have more money to pay off the rent
It was a big flat honestly
Just a bed which was fixed pretty good, and a fridge with a couple of food left, you threw out the expired stuff, and layer down
You began to charge your phone and set an alarm.
"7:00"
Okay.
This was your life now.
This is your home.
Can't believe this all happend in one day.
but.
What were you gonna do about it?
You worked at a fish shop
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Holy shit, omg YAY :D
just a big thanks to @80pairsofcrocs for the name, and the courage, they're honestly the best person I've met on this app, and I gotta say, I really do love you guys, it may not seem like much here but thank you, seriously <3
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Hello there! If you have come across this page and follow @m4xedout , that is me! Ive been logged out of my account and cant seem to get back in! And if you are wondering about the one finned wonder series! Don't! Because!!..im restarting it lol, it felt too rushed, and i really just did not like it, obviously i wont have time to work on it right now, but when i do i will put thw first RESTARTED chapter up as soon as possible! Please leave suggestions about the series, message me if you did like it and if you didnt or just give tips about changing some of the points! Goodbye!! And thank you if you did find this :)
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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.
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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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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years
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masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god
takes place after the Marvel series Moon Knight, may have spoilers?
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic)reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader
i will be using she/her pronouns
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A/N : this is all over the place btw, also fun fact, i have schizophrenia so that's kind of what motivated me in writing this. i'm going off of what i experience. pls enjoy <3
also if you want to be in the taglist, please ask! its not a problem
TW : mental disorders, child abandonment, language, fighting(?) let me know if i missed anything.
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some would say its freaky,
others would say its like a superpower, like seeing ghosts is cool right?
you would say its a bit of both
you had schizophrenia, a mental disorder you have had for the past couple years, causing you to have hallucinations such as seeing shadows nobody else can, or fire where theres not fire, and that had absolutely nothing to do with ghosts, and you were labeled delusional by many peers.
you didn't take offense to it, because you were delusional. in fact your disorganized thinking has gotten you in trouble.
not because you're stupid, no, but because of others at your school making fun of you for it, you think its ok to beat them up for it.
which only fueled it. it caused others happiness to see you in trouble.
it also causes you to get suspended a lot.
such as now.
you were heading up to your apartment that you stayed in alone, since your parents dumped you in the street when you were young, and going through too many foster homes was a pain so you chose to just get your own place to call a home.
you just worked at an average paying coffee shop near your school, which you had to walk to.
you could either pay rent on time or get a car, so you thought that some cardio each morning and evening wouldn't be too bad.
you got into the elevator and saw another... man.. as well. he was in a bird costume and he was staring- or you thought he was staring at you.
"'scuse me." you move your arm past the extremely tall man to press your floors button. the bird man looked down at you with its creepy mask, and you tried to ignore it until it touched your shoulder and gasped.
you jumped and stepped away from him, thinking he was just a weirdo messing with you.
you could sense the guy staring at you so you turned your head to him. "you need something?" you ask him, to which he shakes his head slowly.
you nod and look away, but turning back when you see that nothing was attaching his head to his body, also now noticing the huge scary stick with a cresent moon on it.
your eyes widen and your breath hitches, as soon as the elevator hit your floor, you get off and speed walk to your apartment. unlocking the door took 4 tries, but that's only because you just saw some sort of demon.
your breath quickens as you finally open the door and slam it shut behind you and lock it.
you lean back against the door and listen for anything, and after a couple minutes of that, you got up and threw your bag on the couch and took of your shoes.
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it had been about an hour since you got home, and you were hungry so you got up off your bed after pausing your favorite show on your phone to go to the kitchen, tossing your phone on your bed.
when you stepped into the kitchen area, you got out y/f/f and y/f/d, only to hear a knock at your door.
you stiffen up and feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. turning you head to the door, you curse yourself for scratching out the peephole since you were paranoid that someone could see you from the other side.
even though you've tried to look through it and didn't see anything.
you slowly get a wooden bat from near the door, holding it so whoever was out there couldn't see it. putting on a brave face, you open the door to see just a normal man.
he had short wavy dark hair, he also had a smile on his face as he waved at you.
"'ello there." he greeted, you loosening your grip on your bat a little as you smile back.
"hey, can i help you?" you ask him. he nods and runs a hand through his hair.
"actually, id just like to introduce myself." he starts with his british accent. "im steven. uhm- steven grant, i live a couple doors down and i realized i know all my neighbors except you." he explains, using hand gestures while he speaks
"well, my names y/n. do you need anything else?" you ask as nicely as you can, starting to feel intimidated by the taller man.
he darts his eyes to your shiny door knob for a split second.
"uh- well, I-"
"ok cool, goodbye." you cut him off starting to shut your door when you see steven shake his head like a dog then stop the door with his hand, glaring at you all of a sudden.
you furrow your brows at this, and tighten your grip on the bat as you try and push the door closed when the man pushed it open, almost making you fall backwards, him immediately slamming it back closed after.
you hurry and swing your bat at the man, but he catches it in his hands before it could hit him. he yanks it from your grip and tosses it aside.
your breathing quickens, and you back away from him, looking around the room for anything to help you when you spot a vase you found at a thrift store.
'oh well, it was only 2 dollars..'
you pick it up and chuck it at the man who was getting closer to you, only for him to block it with his arm, still breaking and cutting his arm.
he looked offended, and looked at the small cut it made, before turning to you who starts running towards your room, hearing him chasing after you.
you of course, a 16 year old girl, is slower than an adult man so he catches up before you get halfway to your room.
he yanks on the back of your shirt and pulls you to him so that he has an arm wrapped around your flailing arms to keep them still and a hand covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming.
"calm down, kid." he orders, his british accent gone and turned into an american one, making you confused.
you try to kick him which results in him tightening his hold on you as a warning.
he takes a breath, you feel him shake his head from behind you. "you done? i just gotta ask you something" he tells you in a cocky tone.
"are you gonna be quiet?" he asks you, and when you nod frantically he takes the hand off your mouth and moves it to hold you better to not risk you running off.
you take a couple shaky breaths. "good." he starts. "now, are you one of them?" this made you confused more than anything.
"o-one of what?" you ask him quietly. you hear him scoff.
"don't play dumb with me, kid." he starts. "you know what? let me just see your arms." which made you even more confused.
before you could say anything, he turns you around and lifts up your sleeves and looks both your arms over before letting go and running a hand through his hair in defeat.
you back up as soon as he turned around to pace about your apartment. you stand there awkwardly, watching this stranger pace around and and start yelling at anything with a reflective surface.
"yes, i know she could see him!" you hear him yelling into a mirror you had hanging on one of your walls, the thing that made your stomach twist was the fact that the reflection wasnt matching the person.
"oh my god..-" you mutter to yourself, going to go sit on your couch, far enough away from 'steven', but close enough to make sure he doesn't do anything.
"no! you cant have control, i need to know why she-"
"marc" the man in the mirror makes eye contact with you and points in your direction.
he whips his head around at you and walks over to you, putting an arm on each side of you, caging you in between him and the couch you wish you could lean back more in.
"how are you doing that?" he asks lowly. you don't answer, which makes him mad.
he slams a hand down, making you jump. "i asked you a question and i expect an answer." he begins. "are you trying to unleash ammit again? huh? maybe a friend of harrow trying to get revenge?" he lists off making you tilt your head in confusion.
"what the fuck are you talking about?" you gain confidence, which makes the man furrowed his brows at you.
"you don't- shut up steven" he looks to the mirror, to which you look as well.
the guy in the mirror sees that you're looking at him, so he turns to you. "you can hear me, can't you? see me too?" he asks rhetorically. you nod slowly and take a deep breath.
the man in the mirror was the man at the door, but the guy who pushed his way in? you had no clue.
"marc, please let me talk to her properly!" he turns back to the guy still hovering over you. "you're scaring her!" he pleads, which makes the guy above you roll his eyes.
he jumps up and shakes his head again, this time looking back at you with a small smile.
"so. i take it you've met marc, eh?" he asks, sitting next to you instead of threatening you, yet you still lean back.
"what?" you are completely clueless.
"listen, i'll explain the best i can, is that alright?" he asks you carefully, and you nod.
"right! so i'm steven" he gestures to himself. "and that's marc" he points to the mirror, to see 'marc' shaking his head. "we are two people that live in the same body, do you get it?" he asks you, and you nod again.
"so it was y/n right?" another nod. "thats a nice name, i'm so sorry about marc by the way." he apologizes for marc.
you just stare at steven in shock, not knowing what to say. "whats ammit?" you eventually speak up, making steven hum in thought. "and all those other things he was talking about" you question.
steven chuckles breathily, and claps his hands together lightly. "well, marc would be better at explaining it than me, plus its getting late and i-"
"let me out steven"
"no"
you look between the two arguing, and smile slightly. "steven i wont hurt her just let me out. just for a minute." marc argues from the mirror.
steven sighs and rubs his hands down his face and looks to you. "is it alright if marc comes out for a minute?" he asks you, to which you hesitantly nod.
and another head shake later, a more stern expression takes over the once friendly face, signalling marc was back.
he smirks at you and helps you up by your hands all of a sudden, making you gasp.
"hey, kid i'm not gonna hurt ya, just let me show you something" he chuckles to himself.
"what are you-" before you can finish your sentence, he turn you around, back pressed against his chest and him holding your shoulders to keep you from moving too much.
you hear him chuckle again, moving you so that you're facing an open space in your home. you become confused again at why marc thought this was funny.
"khonshu" marc says as he tightens his grip on your shoulders.
you were about to just walk away when the bird demon phases through the wall, and starts walking towards you and marc.
your eyes widen and you try to get away from it, but marc prevented that and began walking you closer to the extremely tall bird, you still trying to get marc off you.
"nO-" you start to yell curses at the man holding you, hes just forcing you towards the bird with a smile on his face.
"so the little mortal can see me" a voice comes from the birds direction.
you stare up at the skeletal head which is tilted curiously in your direction, you frozen not knowing what to do.
"careful y/n, he can smell fear" marc whispers in your ear, making you jump and turn your head to him. he had taken his hands off you, just hovering behind you to block you from running.
"marc stop it! y/n! he cant smell fear he's just a dumb pigeon" you hear steven from the mirror.
"i chose the wrong day to get suspended." you mumble to yourself.
the death pigeon takes a small step closer to you, and you cant help but panic so you take you best shot and punch the bony beak as hard as you can.
your hand feels like its on fire as you hold it to your chest. the bird has turned away holding its beak and marc was staring at you in shock from behind you.
"oH MY GOD!" you shout. "i'm so sorry i-i didn't-"
you get cut off by marc laughing behind you, turning around you glare at him.
he sighs and shakes his head. "aw man, you got spunk, kid." he tells you. clutching you hand to your chest you turn back around to the bird, whos looking at you.
"'m sorry" you apologize to him. he grunts and looks to marc.
"can we keep it?" he asks marc, but stevens the one to answer from the mirror.
"shes not an 'it', khonshu."
"can it, worm"
"oh, i get it now" you say, all heads turning to you. "this isn't real" you deadpan. "i'm dreaming again" you try to convince yourself.
"what?" marc asks confused, giving you a look.
"mhmm. what time is it?" you frantically look around.
"its 8:12" steven says from the mirror making your eyes widen. "shit"
you speed walk to your bathroom to retrieve an orange pill bottle before taking two out and swallowing them dry in the middle of your living room.
the three just looking at you in confusion. "whats that for?" steven asks.
"look for yourself." you toss the bottle to marc, a rattling echoes through the room as you shuffle through your kitchen for some new food.
marc wanders into the kitchen area, khonshu looking at all the random stuff you had laying around. "you're schizophrenic?" he asks you, making you turn to him.
"no, they gave me the wrong bottle." you answer sarcastically, marc giving you a look. "yeah. its pretty severe and its probably why i can see your.. weird friend." you gesture to khonshu, whos poking the ceiling with his moon stick.
marc sighs. "if its so bad that you can see an egyptian god then how come your parents dont do anything about it?" he asks kind of rudely.
you look up at him and snatch your pills back from his hand. "i live alone. i dont know where my parents are." you say truthfully, the sympathetic look on marcs face being unseen as you turn back around to put the bottle on the counter.
"listen kid, you cant tell anyone about this alright?" marc gestures to everything around him. you shrug.
"whatever" you mutter, forgetting about the food and moving to pick up the broken pieces of the vase that are scattered across the floor.
you gather the jagged piece of dried clay and throw them away, ignoring the stares from the three beings in the room.
sitting down again on the couch, you put your head in your hands for a second before running them down your face and leaning back, staring at the wall as you feel the couch dip from beside you.
theres a quiet sigh. "would it be innapropriate to invite you over for supper?" thats stevens voice again. you look to him and shrug again. "is this an elaborate sceme to murder me?" you ask him seriously.
you see him internally panic. "oH- nononononono- i just noticed you didnt have much in your cupboards, thats all" he confesses, and you look over to your open cabinets and notice that you do in fact, have barely any food.
you crack your neck and nod to yourself. “only if you elaborate on all of.. this." you gesture to the murder bird and marc in the reflection of the mirror.
steven nods and smiles to you. "of course" he agrees and helps you up, leaving your apartment to go over to the messy one a few doors down.
that night you made a couple weird friends. they got even weirder after steven and marc took turns explaining how exactly they got into their situation.
and khonshu was giving you advice on how to kill your parents if you ever met them. he claimed that they 'were not worthy' and that you needed to break their windpipes.
you just assumed that it was because somebody other than marc and 'the worm' could see him.
but either way, its wasn't a bad day after all
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A/N : okay this took longer than i wanted it to smh. hope you like it and i'm already thinking about turning this into a mini series.
if it gets enough likes i will bc i have ideas but it would also help if i got some requests for the next one??
either way, thanks for reading.
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huitzilinthebudgie3 · 7 months
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Summary : In which we delve into the what if scenario with Marc and Y/n . What if Marc had waited…and asked Layla for help after the 3 months being gone. 
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Y/n had woken up slightly late (2 minutes after her normal time) , as she rushed to shower , brush her teeth , change for school and manage to consume some sustenance for the morning before school.
She rushed into the flat before tripping over one of Stevens pile of books with a thud and cringed at the dust that had been kicked up. She sneezed a few times as she rearranged the books into their previous jenga like tower before rushing into the kitchen. 
Where pda was on display….she made a face as she grabbed a mug for coffee and quickly served it as she turned back to find stern faces "Aww what's wrong little bug ?" She wrinkled her nose at the affectionate name "People are weird..between you guys , miguel and dana…this pda thing is gross" Layla chuckled at that kissing her forehead "Yeah , well you'll grow up eventually and have someone you'll want to kiss" She quirked a brow at that "Mother….i do not require affection…nor will i bend to the will of being bound to a mere-mortal" she said while drinking her coffee and eating some breakfast “You need to stop watching those supernatural dramas with her babe” Marc sighed. 
She felt a heavy gaze settle over her as she ignored the sensation focusing on her homework "How are your grades , kiddo ?" Marc asked as Y/n glanced up momentarily "Oh…uhh i have a 3 A's , 2 B's and one C" she said nonchalantly "That's good darling" her mom smiled "Oh…Ms.what's-her-face said she was gonna call you guys about an event or something" she said as both her parent gave her an expression that you could probably imagine.
"What about ? Do you have an F?" She glanced up with a quirked brow "No..something about cinnamon rolls? I dunno, this lady always talks to me , while i'm reading" she huffed in frustration. 
Her Dad chuckled "Honor Roll ? That's a good baby girl" he smiled "We're proud of you kiddo." She hummed "So you guys staying or you guys have to work again ?" She asked, trying to change the conversation and they stayed silent..which meant they would probably be gone again by the time she was home from school .
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Y/n sighed as she walked down the sidewalk to the bus , it was like 3 blocks from her house….but she had a 15 minute cushion. Anxiety was fun…especially when school was a long walk away . So she’d be 15 mins early to the bus stop , she sighed as she silently walked past a few buildings noting the new scenery.
New York was new for her , they'd be here for past 2 years..which in the span of her 16 years of life was short…they'd lived multiple places in the past…the longest being Los Angeles , where she picked up the subtle californian accent and slang.
New York was after London…which she had enjoyed slightly….but not a lot as her mom was now a hero…and around less lately …usually with her Dad…..and now she was being a baby.
They only started leaving her alone for extended periods of time. Assuring her it was temporary …which wasn't uncommon for her as her mom was an archeologist….and sometimes she was gone for a handful of days…to weeks..maybe a few months for her Dad…but Mom was usually gone for a few days at most .  Lately…well a year ago, It'd extended… they'd been gone 6 months …leaving the neighbors in charge ... .Miguel's Mother Conchata …. who invited her over for dinners and to hang out. Essentially adopting her temporarily.
And they'd just gotten back from a Month trip ... .a month ... .not that it bothered the practically adult teen…but it was an adjustment.
She was brought out of her thoughts by whimpering as she glanced down an alleyway sheepishly ….her instinct telling every hair on her body to stand and get the hell out of there.
Except she heard a whisper…her ears straining to hear the very faint whisper as she sighed walking a bit further in.
Her mind racing "This is some scary movie sh*t…ya idiot…" she huffed to herself "But theres a puppy in there or a dog…it's crying" she reasoned to herself pacing a bit as she walked away further to the bus stop before sighing "And …" she frowned turning around back to the alley and walking in and softly staring at the black dog…it's fur drenched in blood as 2 long gashes ran down from it's chest to it's ribs.
She frowned softly petting the damp fur "awww…it's okay……" she cooed "Well it's not okay cuz that looks bad…" she muttered to herself as she winced at the dogs whine …cuz it was a dog.
….it heard her as she winced "Oh it's okay , tis a flesh wound" she reassured …smiling faintly as a memory struct "You can probably walk it off" she said reassuringly petting the dog as it whined and growled softly. Before opening it's mouth in her lap and nuzzling something into her hand. She quirked a brow as she picked it up to look as the dog nuzzled her hand close before looking into her eyes and whining as if to communicate something. 
She hummed "Hey , i'll watch it and deliver it to your owner" she smiled softly  "And hey , if it's time …it's time. You won't hurt anymore and you can find peace and stuff " she reassured before adding "Unless………uhhhhhh…………….. you don't believe that or you're like some evil dog…" she hummed before chuckling "Or you have like unfinished business…then i guess you can haunt whoever did this to you" she smiled sheepishly noting that the poor thing had passed at the peace part as she sighed "I'll come back later and take you to the vet clinic" she smiled reassuringly petting it one last time before checking her watch and cursing as ran out of the alley way.
She cursed as she ran to the stop..and watched it pull away…not stopping as she sighed pinching her nose in frustration. And beginning the walk to the next bus that stopped a block away from her school
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Today was turning out shitty as she'd missed her bus for school. The dog was worth it…it sadly still died in an alley but…at least it had company. And she tried being …oh poor dog..she's talked its ear off !!! 
The good thing was that Miguel..her best-friend and neighbor held the door open as she ran into the building before it closed for the day. Miguel..ever the dorky nerd , he held his hand out as they walked.
 “C’mon where’s your math homework ? Did you ask your parents for help ?” she gave him a confused look “Homework ? Which class ?” Miguel fixed her with a drool look as they walked to stand in the line for the lockers room for P.E “The Algebra homework” Y/n hummed “Nah , i have a 20 point cushion from extra credit last week” she said nonchalantly as Miguel glared “En serio ?” he huffed in disbelief and disappointment. 
She shrugged “I can probably afford the 1 missing assignment “ Miguel sighed “Lunch , we are doing it before we have class. No way you're missing it , because we are going on the Honor Roll End of the semester trip!” he said firmly.
She snorted “You really think , my parents will let that happen ?” 
Miguel rolled his eyes “Sure , they're never home. They’d never know” that struck a nerve as she sighed "I guess…but they have to sign the permission slip" Miguel quirked a brow "They don't know you forge it ? Still think my mom sign" she glared "Dude , you forge your moms signature and you live with her full time" she countered as he held his hands up "Ay! Calmate! I was kidding"
*a few minutes later*
Y/n was in the middle of talking to miguel …waiting for roll call to begin when his girlfriend interuppted "Spector, you weirdo….hands bleeding " the older girl laughed as Y/n frowned before realizing that her hand was indeed bleeding as she tried recalling cutting herself so bad…it was actually dripping. 
Before recalling she had felt a sting when the dog had pushed the thing into her hand.
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The day went normally , she went to all 6 periods…studied with miguel…, his friends and his girlfriend. Who were all upperclassmen and teased her about being 'so much' younger as she rolled her eyes…she was only 3 months younger than Miguel.
Gabriel …..Miguel's little brother also hung out with them…but he was acting different with her now. They had been close once …back when Miguel had ignored and been mean to her…but it was a good close …that…..she couldn't explain it….she had tried once and it resulted in a Jake appearance…and now he acted like this…so..yeah.
So now Y/n just avoided him out of him being awkward. And that was that.
Anyways , she was currently on her way home…walking….as she'd taken the wrong bus and ended up in the complete opposite side of town.
So she sighed , walking down the road later because her dumb ass …again took the wrong bus and them tripped over her own feet.
She sighed remembering the dog…from earlier…and deciding that it would be best …to atleast take the poor thing to the vets to be cremated..but it probably cost money ..and she had like 20 from allowance cash…on her person. Assuming her parents were gone again.  She'd buy some dinner…from the taco stand by the apartment.
However….she felt bad..and poor dog had gone through enough. So she walked down the road to the alley way. She sighed handing over the money as the receptionist smiled telling her that they would call her when it’s body was ready for pick up.
She nodded before making her way home……
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Like usual….she walked home having missed her window for the taco stand…..something that probably would’ve lightened her day. She returned home to find a set of very upset parents….she was unsure how to respond and being her fathers daughter as her mother always mentioned.
She made a issue that could’ve been easily resolved with a ‘Sorry , it won’t happen again’ , placing a ‘It wasn’t my fault , there was a bus mix-up ,after study group , and then i fell and ….wait you guys are home ?! You guys didn’t text me …how was i supposed to know ! You guys aren’t ever home’ which earned her a rebuking and sent to her room. Honestly sometimes she didn’t think things through , she had failed to notice the streamers and cake set up as they called her out after her fathers and mom lectured her about talking back and paying attention.
And then they sat down , ate dinner….pizza….
…she hated pizza….she wanted and craved the bomb ass tacos from down the road….and then her parents handed her an enveloped with a black and white blob as she quirked a brow curiously glancing up from them and the blob before reality slammed down …and guess what….
“We’ll be home more , we moved work and we’ll be around for more…and we’ll spend more time with you….”
And she wasn’t paying attention as she heard a dull ringing in her ear….she felt a rush of different types of emotions…….
….Being the only kid for 16 years…comes with issues because… she had at some point begged for another sibling and she understood then and now that it had been hard for her parents even more because of her for some reason. Her mother always told her that she was and had been a unexpected blessing..so she’d always assumed it ended there. And now…NOW after 16 years they finally decided it was time…or fate whatever higher being ?!!!!
Not only that but , her whole life they’d moved , wandered and explored ….hell after school became worrisome they’d left her in the Americas  continue her education. So they weren’t willing to stop for her…but for this tiny little thing that wasn’t even existent….
She hadn’t even realized she’d gone to her room , nor the knocking on her door until the annoying bird that was a constant in her life sat on her bed. He always gave her strangely violent advice like …Jake but…more sagely.
He was currently staring at her as she sighed deeply “I fucked up , huh big bird?” she murmured.
“It’s not set in stone , little worm. You’d be surprised…what one word can do” she sniffled at that as tears welled up in her eyes “Why can’t i do shit right” she huffed wiping her eyes angrily “Sometimes i wonder if life would be easier for them without me…” she murmured as she shuffled to lean against the old birds legs as he patted her head in a affectionate pet kind of way “I assure you it wouldn’t” she snorted “How do you know..oh great spirit guide” she huffed “I just get in the way….i bet there wasn’t even a party with me. They were probably like ‘oh shit…one escaped the condom’ “ she huffed as the bird made a distressed noise “You are -something else , little bug” she shrugged “Normals boring…tried it when i was born…didn’t like it……” she chuckled as the bird smiled “Now wake up” she jolted up in her bed half asleep as she glanced around in pain as she stared at the wound on her palm from the dogs necklace….before screaming at the giant glowing canary eyes……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
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Note : I hope you liked it and let me know if you want another part 🙂
Have a wonderful Day/Night !!!!!!!!! :) :)
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anonymousewrites · 24 days
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Burden of Truth
Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Non-binary! Reader Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Non-binary! Reader
Eventual! Father Figure! Jake Lockley x Teen! Non-binary! Reader
Book 1:
Follows the Events of Season One
Prologue: On the Precipice
To be continued...
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aew-kun · 22 days
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*⁠.⁠✧*゚🩷 Recommend Masterslists 🩷*⁠.⁠✧*゚
Moonknight x Platonic/Child/Teen Reader Fics
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Fanfic Recommendations
Here are some platonic fanfics I recommend to read for the Moonknight fandom that I enjoyed
Series:
Baby Scarab-- By @80pairsofcrocs
Synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god
Pairings : Steven grant x (platonic)reader, Marc Spector x (platonic)reader, Khonshu x (platonic)reader
Scribe of the Gods- By @sofiaaaaaaaa03
Summary: Another Egyptian God believes that Khonshu's avatar is going to need all of the help that he can get. So, they send their own avatar to assist Marc as he attempts to stop Harrow, despite their young age.
Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x teen/young adult gn reader (platonic)
Anpu- By @viintxgephrxgss
Summary: The Moon God; Khonshu chose Marc Spector as his avatar when the man was on the brink of death, little did he or the rest of the Ennead know, The God of Death; Anubis had chosen an avatar of his own
One Shots: 
@book-place does has a masterlist of short stand alone fics and I recommend all of their fanfics but I love the The Parkourist and the Scarab
Here is their masterlist: Moonknight
friendly neighborhood gift-shopist- By @autmism
synopsis; (requested) teen reader goes on a school field trip to the museum and is rlly excited about it but a couple people in their class are being kinda mean to them. Maybe they go to by something from the gift shop and have a wholesome conversation with Steven about bullies or something?
pairing(s) ; steven grant x teen!reader (platonic + gender neutral reader)
Call me maybe- By @toomanystupidpigeons
Desc: you’re trying to get through to the dentist when you accidentally find yourself on the phone with three strange roommates.
Pairing: platonic, just a cute funny drabble between female!reader, Marc, and Steven (tiny Jake reference)
There is not a title for this one but I do recommend all of  @sadlyghost fanfics this one was one of my favorites that they made: 
Fanfic- @sadlyghost
Summary: You're attacked and kidnapped to get information about Marc. After he saves and comforts you, you learn who Moon Knight really is.
Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Reader
Guy in Chair- By @theseawakes
Summary: Harrow capturing you, Moon Knight's accomplice, and he's not so happy with that
Pairings: Moon Knight x teen!reader
I enjoyed all these fanfics and I hope you do too! <3
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friendly neighborhood gift-shopist
pairing(s) ; steven grant x teen!reader (platonic + gender neutral reader)
warning(s) ; bullying
synopsis; (requested) teen reader goes on a school field trip to the museum and is rlly excited about it but a couple people in their class are being kinda mean to them. Maybe they go to by something from the gift shop and have a wholesome conversation with Steven about bullies or something?
-> masterlist
a/n; ty for the request! ive been dying to write moonsys x teen!reader for the longest time! :3
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field trips are always the highlight of the academic year; a whole day where you aren’t expected to do any boring worksheets and get time away from school. well, they tended to be fun for those who got to spend a day outside of school with a friend, but for those like y/n… not so fun!
“hey y/n, what are you up to? trying to make friends with the dead guy in the coffin?” thomas, one of the many people that made y/n’s life hell on a regular basis, leaned over the glass casing that protected the sarcophagus with an almost disgustingly fake smile.
“it’s called a sarcophagus, thomas, maybe if you left me alone for once you’d actually learn something for once,” y/n huffed adjusting their tie, “piss off, will you?”
“fuck off, you neek.” thomas scoffed, standing up straight. classic ‘alpha male’ move to intimidate y/n.
“you’re the one still standing here, i’m trying to do this thing called reading, try it some time.” y/n rolled their eyes, their hand languidly gesturing towards the text of writing going into detail about the artefact.
“you’ll regret that, freak.”
“ooh, big deal,” y/n muttered under their breath as he stormed away. suddenly the text about the sarcophagus seemed much less interesting than it had been prior to their encounter with thomas. school had always been hard for y/n, mainly the social aspect. the academic part was easy, y/n passed all their exams with flying colours. when they started secondary school, they couldn’t tell which group of people they fit in with, or how they could figure that out. but before they could’ve had a chance to figure it out, everyone was already in cliques and groups, it was like everyone else just knew what to do and y/n was a complete outsider.
“you’ll regret that freak, blah blah blah, oooh so scary,” y/n mumbled, rolling their eyes and walking away from the display, “you’ll regret these fucking nuts in your mouth.”
“ello there! how can i help you?” y/n looked up to notice they were stood at a gift shop stand, a man with the name tag ‘steven’, smiling at them.
“unless you know a thing or two about beating teenagers up, not sure if you have anything of interest for me, steven,” y/n chuckled, noticing a basket of hippo plushies. taweret.
“how do you… know my name?” he raised an eyebrow and y/n just tapped on their shirt where steven’s name tag was on himself, “oh! yeah, always forget that’s there, classic me.”
“that’s okay,” y/n laughed, picking up a taweret plush, “how much is this?”
“twenty quid, bit overpriced i’ll say,” steven rubbed the back of his head. y/n dug through their school blazer pockets, searching for their wallet to see if they could afford the taweret plush. they opened the wallet to find only fifteen pounds and sighed.
“five pounds short, thanks for the help, i probably would’ve been picked on for buying a toy anyways,” y/n laughed putting the plush back onto the pile of identical hippos.
“by that plonker that bothered you earlier? knew he seemed like a wrong’un,” steven shook his head, “tell you what! you give me the tenner and i’ll give you the plush and it’ll be our secret, yeah?”
“won’t you get into trouble?” y/n lowered their voice.
“nothin’ old steven over here can’t handle!” he tapped on his name tag with a goofy smile, “save the fiver for a meal deal, or somethin’.”
y/n smiled shyly, taking the ten pound note out of their wallet and sliding it to steven and then passing the taweret plush to him to scan, “thanks, steven.”
“taweret is a lovely goddess, goddess of childbirth and fertility, but also of children and protection, so who knows, maybe she’ll protect you from those bloody plonkers that keep botherin’ you, yeah?” steven spoke, whilst scanning the plushie’s barcode and putting the money into the till, but also sliding his own ten pound note in along with y/n’s.
“you think so?” y/n smiled sadly.
“met her once, lovely hippo woman goddess, she is,” steven nodded, smiling to himself knowing that he was telling the truth.
“oh yeah? and how does steven the friendly neighbourhood gift-shopist happen to meet taweret an egyptian goddess?” y/n laughed, playing along.
“oh you know, we go way back we do! steven of the gift shop and taweret egyptian goddess of childbirth, like two peas in a pod,” steven laughed with y/n, “happened to tell her all about this kid who was having trouble with some other kids at school, you know what she said?”
“what’d she say?”
“she said, ‘not on my watch!’, fixed those bullies right up, she did,” steven did a horrible impression of a woman’s voice, but nonetheless it made y/n laugh and he was happy he was able to cheer them up.
“you’ll have to thank her on my behalf,” y/n smiled, “i’m y/n.”
“ooh, lovely name, innit?”
“you think so?” y/n made a face, hinting that they didn’t agree.
“i do, sounds like the name of a very smart young person,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“well, you’d be right about that,” y/n smirked smugly.
“year eleven!! it’s time to get lined up, please finish what you’re doing and come here!” a man raised his voice not too far away from where y/n was standing.
“that’s my cue, thank you, steven,” y/n smiled at the man and made their way over to their teacher, the taweret plush tucked under their arm tightly.
“steven, the friendly neighbourhood gift-shopist, huh?”
“what? i thought it was sweet,” steven smiled at the reflective surface that marc’s voice came from.
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This fic in general will have lots of gruesome details of death and of battles. I am letting you know that there will be angst and some really concerning things to come from this. I will keep it to a minimum, but like this story is already an AU for The last of Us. If you know the game and show itself, you will see why I put a warning at the beginning.
Also, some information, the time frame will be only a 5 year difference than from the original source. It will be 15 years instead of 20, in this chapter, they are 17, and Randall is 10.
Last but not least please tell me what you think, it helps with improvement and writing I plan for this whole thing, thanks!!!
- Sky 💜
Warning ⚠️: This chapter contains violence, mention of guns and weapons, along with the death of a child. You have been warned.
Chapter 1 : Lights Atop the Hill
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September 26th 2003
Steven had finally made it home from school, it was a whole thing back at school but he would just worry about it next week.
"Steven."
A slightly deeper voice called, it was Marc, he looked down at the puddle of water that was created by the sprinklers of their neighbors.
Their patch of sidewalk and grass always mushy yet full of life, clean and dirty but it's the piece of earth they owned.
"'Ello Marc, what's up?"
Steven asked as he looked down at the water to look at his companion on the other side.
"I need to body back Steven, you had it the entire day."
Marc said as he waited for Steven response.
"But, I haven't even said hi to mum yet."
Steven reasoned with Marc to at least sat hi to their mother.
"You said good morning to her this morning Steven, give the body."
Marc threw back because he had receipts for both of them to make the body sharing equal.
"Fine, fine. You got a point."
Steven sighed as he felt the switch happen and just like that Steven was the reflection and Marc the form.
"Thanks."
Marc mumbled which earn a small smile from Steven.
"No problem, later gators."
Steven said as he held out a piece sign which got him both a small smile and eye roll from Marc as he walked away from the reflection and towards their house.
Marc had the keys and opened the door to his home.
"I'm home."
He shouted before taking his shoes off and walking down the hall of his house, he waited for a call back from his parents but, nothing.
"Marc!"
A small voice exclaimed before a small boy crashed and wrapped his tiny arms around Marc's waist.
"Hey Roro, where's mom and dad?"
Marc asked his brother as he mess with his hair.
"Said that they had to go city to grab something, also that they won't be back till nightime."
His little brother said which got a sigh from Marc before he looked down at his brother and picks him up as he now sat on his hip.
"So, what do you want to do right now then?"
He asked his little brother as his brother started to grin from cheek to cheek as small dimples formed on each end which made Marc's heart warm.
" Can we play gods today?"
His little brother asked with eyes that lit up Marc's mood.
"Alright, but only for an hour, then I got homework and chores. Got your chores done?"
Marc asked his brother and little Randall nodded his head.
"Got to it the minute mom picked me up from school."
Randall said as he puffed his chest proudly looking up at Marc.
"Good, alright who do you wanna be?"
Marc said and the two brothers played with each other, despite the age difference they still worked together in harmony.
Their own little world's intertwined into one big playground for their childhood and boy hood to exist.
4 hours later....
"And I win!!"
Randall cheered as he got onto of Marc who was on the ground pretending to be wounded by his brothers punches.
"Yep, you got me. Good job buddy."
Marc said as he slowly got up and looked at the clock of the living room which was now messy with toys and building block made to look like towers and cities.
"Okay, that's enough playing for today, gotta go do my other thing Roro."
Marc said as he started to pick up some of the toys from the floor and into the rightful place of their color coded cubbies labeled from Randall since he tended to get them mixed up before.
"Aww, but that was like only 15 minutes of playing Marc, I wanna play a little more."
His brother whined as he looked at Marc with a small pout, he always did that when something didn't really go his way.
"No way Roro, I need to get my things done. But I'll make you a deal instead."
Marc responded as he held out his pinky since they still did pinky swears, this peaked his brothers interest.
"Once I am done with what I have to get done I'll play with you then, deal?"
Marc said with a small smile to try and get his brother to agree with him cause he really doesn't know how else to do it.
Randall looks at him, hesitant but after a couple seconds he slowly grins and nods his head before getting his even tinier pinky and wrapped it around his brothers.
"Deal."
Is all he says before he gets up and starts to put away the rest of his toys in the color and labeled cubbies that have been made for him.
"Okay."
Marc whispers before he goes and picks up his backpack that was flung to a wall during their "battle" and goes upstairs to his room.
"Man mate, I have no idea how you do it."
Steven sighs as he looks at Marc from the closet mirror as Marc changes out of his school clothes into something a little more comfortable.
He now changed into some gray sweatpants and a band t-shirt, it was an rock band that Marc was starting to really like.
"How I do what Steven?"
Marc said with a raised eyebrow confused on what his alter meant by his question.
"Like the whole playing with him for almost 6 hours, like that's mental. His stamia is just something else sometimes mate."
Steven says being exhausted himself.
"Your exaggerating Steven, it's was like 2 hours. Your just not use to his energy like me."
Marc said as he sat down and started to take out his homework, he knew he would get through it in maybe an 1 or so.
"I know, it's because he doesn't even know I really exist Marc."
Steven adds his tone a little more quiet like Randall would hear him, Marc noticed.
"It's just...I don't know how he would react that his brother has two in his head and not one. He's just a kid, he might not understand Steven."
Marc consoled his other, his voice a little softer but still firm about it. He knew that Steven felt a little hidden and almost neglected from how much he didn't have control.
"I know, I know. I get it, sorry mate."
Steven says as he had a apologetic expression on his face.
Marc sighed as he thought of how to make it up, the only people who really knew were his mom and dad.
Even they didn't understand all the way but they tried.
"Look, let's wait till Randall a bit older, once he can understand better, okay?"
Marc asked as he tried to make eye contact with his alter who was not really someone to look someone in the eye sometimes.
Steven thought and could see what Marc meant, good thing he had more patience and understood what he was saying to him.
He would wait.
Wait for the day someone would finally understand him and Marc, he hoped it would be their brother.
Steven nodded.
"Okay."
Marc nodded in return before going and taking out his notebook to start his homework.
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10:37 PM
After all that their parents weren't home yet, it had been a while now so Marc went and made dinner for him and his brother.
"What are you making?"
Randall said as he came out of whatever shadow he had hid in.
"Some Mac and cheese."
Marc answered as he mixed around the noodles, the white and yellow mixing together in a warm hue of lights in the kitchen glowed.
The smell already made both boys hungry and ready to just eat something, usually it was their dad or mom making food but they still weren't back from the city.
"Any calls from mom or dad?"
Marc asked as he looked down at his brother.
"No, nothing came in."
Randall said as he went and sat down at their round table, his small figure being taken over by the wooden chair he sat on.
"Okay, I'll call them later."
Marc said as he got plates from the top drawer and put them on the table as Randall got up and went to the shorter drawer and pulled out some spoons.
"Here, how much do you want?"
Marc asked as he got the pot and brought it close as he started to pour the food onto hit plate.
"That's good."
Randall said as he looked at Marc once he thought he got a good enough portion of food.
Marc nodded and tilted the pot back before pouring the rest onto his plate and put the pot in the sink to be washed later.
They ate together before Randall went to play a little more into his room and Steven took over since it was his turn now to wash the dishes.
"You should call them Marc, I'm getting worried."
Steven told to the reflection of the metal pot he was washing as Marc answered back.
"I know, once your done I'll call them to see what's up with them, something doesn't feel right."
Marc argued as his tone got quieter, he felt it somewhere inside of him that something was up. His parents never were out this late without telling him or Randall they would be.
"I have the same feeling mate, it feels like it's eating me from the inside."
Steven agreed as he put the dish in the dishwasher for them to dry on their own.
After being done with that they got the black flip phone that Marc had gotten for his 16th birthday.
He typed the digits of his father's number and held it up to his ear as the phone rang.
And rang
And ran-
Click
"Marc?"
A softer tone of Marc's more rough voice called out as the phone was finally picked up.
"Dad, where are you guys? It's been a couple hours, usually you guys call us when you'll be out longer, what happened?"
Marc questioned as he heard a car honk on the other side of the call.
"Yeah, sorry, we just got caught up in some traffic, didn't think it would take this long. Did you and Randall eat yet?"
His father asked as another honk happened then a other click as the TV was turned on, he turned around to find Randall had found the control.
"Roro, can you turn it down bud, please."
Marc asked as he put the flipphone to the side so his parents wouldn't hear him.
Randall nodded and put the volume down and flipped through the channels to get to the channel he wanted.
Marc gave a small smile before he put the flip phone back on his ear.
"Yeah, we ate. What about you guys, did you guys ea-"
Marc said before he heard a blaring noise and turned back towards the source, the TV.
"Randall, bud, I told you to turn it down."
Marc huffed as shook his head a little before he went back to his parents call.
"Marc, what was that?"
His father's voice questioned as he sighed and put one hand on his hip.
"Just told Randall to keep it down so that I could hear you, sorry."
He replied as the TV once again got loud, Marc turned around and looked at Randall who just looked back at him before pointing at the TV.
Before Marc could scold him, he looked at the TV and a chill ran down his spine.
Not too long after the sound of the radio on the other side of the phone started to say the same thing on the TV.
" This is not a drill. I repeat, not a drill. Due to a virus that has spread from a foreign country to now the West and Eastern Parts of the US we advise that residents stay indoor and lock your doo-"
Marc felt his heart stop. It was the EAS that never really happened unless it was a test. But it wasn't. It just said it wasn't.
"Marc?"
Randall looked at his brother confusion and rising fear starting to make its way and his brain now catching up that something was wrong.
"Son? Marc!?"
His father shouted as Marc finally got back to reality.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm here, dad, what do I do?"
Marc asked his dad as Randall got up and hugged his older brothers leg, he looked like he was about to cry. It broke Marc and Steven's heart.
"You need to lock the doors Marc, windows too, get some bags and pack any essential alright. Wendy I can't go any faster!"
His father was starting to sound panic as the sounds of honks and what seemed like cars starting to crash into each other on the other side of the call. Marc felt his chest fill up and deflat like a ballon, it was too much.
He felt sick, the Mac and cheese now making its way back up as it burned in his throat. He kinda wished now that he skipped dinner.
"Marc, protect your brother okay? We're gonna try and get there as fast as we can. Get a weapon and if things get bad there you get into the car and you get you and your brother out of there. You understand!?"
His mom's voice shouted with both frustration and panic, of course it would. Her children were in danger and she isn't there to protect them.
"Marc! Did you hear me!?"
His mother once again shouted and Marc nodded as he let out a shaky breathe.
"Okay, okay. Love you guys."
Marc said, hating the way his voice sounded right now, his hands were starting to shake, his hands never shook like this. Ever.
He looks down and sees his brother who is closing his eyes like if he opened them a monster would appear and hurt him.
Marc would never let that happen, not to his baby brother. Never him.
"Love you to-"
The line was suddenly cut, Marc looked at his flip phone to see that the battery had died.
"Fuck!"
Marc shouted which made his baby brother flinch, feeling immense guilt from that he bented down and steady his brother by his shoulders.
"Sorry, sorry. I-I didn't mean to scare you Roro. Okay?"
Marc asked as he tried to steady his voice, he needed to be strong right now, for his brother, his parents, Steven, for the people that relied on him right now.
"What’s happening? Where's mom and dad? Why did that message show up on the TV?"
Randall sniffles as tears were starting to run down his baby cheeks and Marc went ahead to softly wipe them away.
"Something, something bad is happening. I don't know what but all I know is that nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Okay?"
He reassured his brother as he looked him in the eyes as he cupped his brothers face and held it like he was the most fragile thing in the world. Because he was, he was just a kid.
"Okay."
Randall whispered as leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around his brothers neck which Marc reciprocated the gesture by hugging his brother and cradling his head.
He picked up his brother and took him upstairs to his room before setting him down.
"Now I need you to listen, grab your school backpack and dump whatever is in there okay."
Marc advised as he started to go through Randall's closet and taking out clothes for him that should last a good while.
"Why?"
Randall said as he started to grab his backpack and take things out one by one.
"Just do it, please."
Marc pleaded a little as he started getting small toys to hopeful entertain his brother from what was happening outside.
"Okay, bu-"
"Randall! Just, please. Don't argue with me right now, okay."
They both worked in silence as Marc got bags ready, Randall, his, and his parents bags were done in an hour.
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2:35 AM
Randall and Marc had stayed locked in their parents room, Marc had a switchblade and gun from his father's safe next to him.
Both were asleep together. Randall next to his brother and his brother hugging him protectively.
Both laid in the bed being the comfort for each other.
CRASH
That had woken the brothers up. Both sat up straight and Marc had gotten the gun and handed the switchblade to his brother.
Slowly they looked at each other as Marc mouthed.
"Stay here."
Randall nodded as he clenched the switchblade harder and Marc had slowly gotten up from the bed and went to the door.
He put his ear close to the door to hear whatever it was that broke into the house.
The sound itself was appalling in its own ways as it sent a shiver down his spine, the noise groaned and moaned like those horror movies that he would watch.
Steven wasn't a big fan and Marc every once in a while would also hate himself for watching the damn movie. But it felt him with such adrenaline that he still did it despite the nightmare he eventually got.
But those were just nightmares, things he could wake up from, this wasn't.
It sounded unreal, unnatural, just something horrid. It sounded close too, he held his breathe as he leaned away from the door.
He looked back at his brother and looked at the bags. They needed to leave, and now.
He grabbed his backpack and tossed it out the window, he had a plan at the very least on how to leave just incase someone or something broke in.
"Grab the other ones and throw them out the window, okay."
He whispered to his brother as he grabbed his flip phone, it was fully charged now.
"Okay, I'm gonna let you down first and then I follow, okay."
Marc said as he wrapped a curtain sheet around his brothers waist.
"Marc?"
Randall whispered as he felt his brother wrapping up his waist tightly with the curtain sheet from the window.
"Yeah?"
Marc answered as he did one final tug to check that his baby brother wouldn't fall out of this makeshift rope he had made.
"I'm scared."
Randall fretted as he looked at his older brothers.
"Mate, he's terrified. I am too."
Steven whispered from his parents mirror that hung on the door of their closet.
Marc looked at the mirror, at Steven who also had a worried look on his face, his eyebrows were furrowed and his lower lip was trembling a bit.
Marc could see he was trying his best to freak out about this whole thing.
Marc was too, he sighed and took a deep breathe before looking at his baby brother and crouched down to his level.
"I know. I know you are, think of this like the games we play together. Like we are going into a crave with treasure, only thing is the treasure we seek is mom and dad. Okay."
Marc tried to make this easy for him as possible. Another crash was heard down stairs and Marc knew they need to go.
"Alright bud, it's time."
He grabbed Randall's hand and the other with the end of the makeshift rope.
"Now, grab on tightly and when you reach the ground move out the way so that I don't accidentally jump on you. Okay?"
Marc said as he held Randall tightly and held his hands as Randall was going out the window and hung on to the sides of the window.
"Okay, okay! Like that bud, your doing good."
Marc said as he tighten his grip on the makeshift rope.
"Now, I'm gonna let you down, slowly."
Marc explained as Randall nodded and Marc took a deep breathe before he started to loosen his grip and finally dropped him to the ground safely.
He let out a small breathe of relief he had held in.
BANG
BANG
That was sadly short lived as he heard the door to the bedroom being scratched and kicked as the sound of groans and moans get louder and raw.
The sound made him flinch as he started to slowly understand he needs to leave, now.
The way down was only 6 feet from the ground, he could do it if he jumped but he could twist his ankle and be useless to Randall the-
BANG
"Skrew it" he hissed as he climbed out the window and held on tightly to the frame of the window.
"Marc, wait, hold, there has to be another way."
Steven protested as his eyes were wide and his worried expression written all over his face.
"Don't have much choice bud."
Marc mumbled under his breathe as the sound of the door being smashed open was heard, Marc looked down and jumped.
Luckily for the 17 year old teenage boy that has a fixation with parkour and had seen video after video on how they did their tricks.
He bent his knees and rolled before laying on the ground.
His felt his heart beating out of his chest, he felt the thump in his ears but he was alive, he was fine.
"Marc!"
Randall was by his side in no time to help his brother up.
"It's okay, I'm fin-"
Soon both heard a thump and turned around to check what had caused that noise, Marc put a hand protectively in front of his brother.
The sight to see was that the one who had caused the noise was the infected, it had jumped out and fell to its death.
The brains scattered and face mangled, there were holes in its face, the infected looked decayed almost.
Both stared at the dead corpse in front of them as the image was now ingrained in their brain. The smell something no one could truly forget if they had tried.
They could feel the bile go up their throat but decided to swallow it back down.
"We need to go, now."
Marc said as he grabbed the other backpacks and handed them to Randall as they headed towards the car.
It was nothing special but it would do with the circumstances they were in, Marc got the keys from his pants and unlocked the doors, they shoved everything inside.
"Put your seat belt on."
Marc reminded his brother as his brother got in and grabbed the belt around him.
Marc turned on the car and the radio is turned on.
"We are getting news that the hospital is being overflowed with patients as this new virus is taking over. The US army is making head way towards cities to evacuate civilians, H-hey, no, g-get off me !"
The women's voice was cut off eventually and the sound of her screams made way as Marc turns off the radio.
He fixes the mirror of the car before he starts to drive on the road not saying a word. His parents haven't called back yet, he should send them a message.
"Marc?"
The small boys voice called out.
Marc looks at the review mirror to see what his brother need to say.
"Yeah?"
He whispered as he kept his gaze from the road to the mirror and back the road again.
"Are we gonna be okay?"
His brother voice was shaky and small unlike his more joyful and loud booming voice both were more use to.
Something in Marc and Steven shattered right there, his voice shouldn't sound like that. Ever. He didn't deserve this, they had to find a way to make it right, but first they need to get somewhere safe.
"Yeah, yeah buddy we're gonna be okay."
He tried comforting knowing he was pretty shit at it sometimes but his brother needed something to hold on to.
He kept driving for a while before he ended up at a cross path, one lead to the city and the other went father into almost nowhere for a while.
"Maybe to the city, the army might be there and can help us?" Steven said the review mirror as he was also stuck about it.
Marc thought, his parents were last in the city and most likely the army would be at the city getting the most populated away before going into individual houses.
"Shit."
He mumbled as he made a hard right and pressed it hard, the grip on the steering wheel tight that his knuckles were turning white at that point.
That is when he was hit with the worse thing that could happen now, traffic.
Cars were honking and beeping at each other as they stacked through each other.
His flip phone started to ring, finally.
"Mom, dad? Where are you guys?"
Marc asked as he looked behind and at the sides for a way to get through the crowd.
"Marc where are you guys, we just got out the city."
Dammit it! Wrong move.
"We just got to the city, thought you would be there, we had to leave the house."
Marc exclaimed as the car in front seem to have people arguing, fair enough.
"Marc, is your brother safe?"
His mother asked as he responded, one of the people infront got out the car shouting at the other.
"Yeah, he's fine."
Marc responded, the people were still arguing, it was too loud and his signal was giving out, so he got out the car.
"I'll be back bud, just talking to mom and dad."
He mouth to Randall who just nodded and hugged his backpack closer to his chest like it was a stuffed animal trying to comfort himself right now.
When he got out he went to the other side where a line was and the connection was automatically better.
"Marc, you need to leave the city, it's filled to the brim with cars and people."
His father warned as Marc saw someone running towards the people infront of him car.
"What the fu-"
He mumbled before the person now looking was a middle aged man that seemed ill, extremely ill jumped the person who was out of the car.
He flinched hard as he saw now that there was a group running and moaning like the one that had died on the ground at his house long gone now.
The guy was screaming and shouting in pain as the others were going towards the others cars, he dropped his flip phone as his parents were shouting on the other side.
All the could see is the guy being torn apart as the ill man bite the guy with no regard and seemingly no regret.
The flesh peeled of like orange skin as the man on the ground fought for his life, his eyes wide and awake. A fear like no other shown, the infected then dug its hands into the man's insides.
The man squirmed and yelled, his gut wrenching screams being heard, other were getting the idea that people were getting attacked and tried to get the other cars to move.
The headlights showed the grotesque aftermath as the man stopped moving and the ill man feeded off the neck of the man as the sticky residue of his blood smeared across his teeth and lips.
Suddenly he remembered
"Roro!"
He picked up the device from the ground and immediately went back to the car where an another one from the group was trying to break the glass of the door as Randall was screaming and crying for help.
Marc felt nothing as he grabbed the infected hair and pushed him down as he stomped his head on the concrete.
Over and over and over again up its face was no more.
The brains and blood being black with mixture of red.
His shoes were covered now with blood and chuncks of brain left behind of his aggressive protective nature taking over, all he saw red and now he came back.
He was heaving as he open the car door where Randall was, the cars were honking and there was too many lights as the sights of people fleshing being bit off were being shown off.
The ground of black having goop of blood and flesh decorated it as people were being torn by others who seemed out of control.
He need to get them our of here and now, the car was a no go so they need to go on foot.
He got his crying brother and picked him up and got both his brothers and dads backpack and swung them on his back, he put his mom's backpack on his brother back.
Randall was crying as Marc held him tightly and pushed his head down on his shoulder as to make sure he couldn't see what was happening.
The smell was getting to be too much, others were doing the same as the infected started to jump others who weren't fast enough.
"Your ok, we're ok."
He kept encouraging to his brother as his shoulder was getting soaked with salty tears that fell from his brothers eye's but he didn't care right now.
He ran to the other side of the car his heart was heavy, he was responsible for his brothers safety and almost got him killed if not traumatized for life now.
The soles of his feet burned as he kept running the conversation with his parents kept coming up, he didn't get to answer them. They were probably freaking out, shit.
He was fucking this all up. He would have to find a way to fix this eventually.
He panted as he finally reached the edge of the long road and got to the cross road again this time heading left as he carried his brother in his arms as sniffles and little whimpers were all that came out.
"We're okay, we're gonna be okay. We're gonna see mom and dad soon and everything will be okay Roro?"
He tried to get the boy to calm down and he got a small nod and another hiccup of the boy trying to calm himself down.
Marc could only do so much, he knew this.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I told you to go that way."
Steve said in the back of his mind and Marc answered back.
"It's okay, we didn't know."
He comforted Steven as he slowed down, the screams were farther now. They were safe, for now.
The road was mostly empty, the only light coming from farther away, the sound of helicopters not being too far now.
The army was getting close, the sound of firearms being release made its way to his ears. He started to quicken his pace.
His phone was ringing but he couldn't answer, not right now. He was carrying his brother, the brother he swore when he was born to keep safe and so his focus needed to be there right now.
He was sweating now, the band t-shirt he wore sticking to his body now, he stopped and put the boy down to take a breathe.
"Randall, listen to me."
He said using his brothers name instead of his nickname as he bent down and cupped his baby brothers face to make him look at him.
"We need to keep going, okay. I need you to be strong right now, okay?"
He said as Randall looked at him small sniffles still left behind from the scare, he looked at his older brothers eyes but looked down as he felt the tears well up again.
"I-I can't, I can't d-do it."
He muttered as he couldn't look at his brother pleading eyes to look at him and understand.
"Yes, yes you can."
Marc gently lifted his head to make his brother look at him, his dark brown eyes nicer, warmer, but still firm.
"No, no I can't. I want mom and dad, you said we'd find them."
Randall accused, he was scared, he saw someone get eaten and bit alive and thought he was next.
Marc wanted nothing more than to take that damn memory now ingrained in his brothers head and stomp on it till it was nothing.
"We will, just things are not going to plan Roro. But will that stop us?"
Marc says with a new thing of an idea, making this a game, get his mind away from everything else.
"No."
Randall answered as he looked into his brothers eyes.
"And why not?"
Marc said with a small playful smirk he uses to get more into character with his brother, it's something to let his and Randall's guard down.
"Cause we have no fear!"
Randall said with more confidence, he was starting to relax as the tears have now long been dried and left marks on his cheeks.
"That’s right! Now come on, we aren't far from the treasure now, we just need to go across that field and then we can look for more clues."
Marc added as he fixed his backpack straps and tugs on the ends to make them tighter to his back.
Soon he felt a small hand latch onto his he looked down and already knew who it was, Randall had a more determined expression.
That was better, that was so much better.
"Lets go then."
Marc voice echoed in all the destruction of the world now around them, he has no idea what to do if he is honest. He has no plan but to just protect his brother.
Randall tugs on his hand and they start to walk through grass as the sounds of screams are muffled, they rather focus on each other than people tearing each other apart.
His flip phone is silent, he hopes it would rings soon so that he know that his parents are okay.
"They probably are, don't worry. They have each other like we have each other."
Steven's reassuring voice echoed in the mind they shared, it was nice sometimes to have another person with you to share a body with, at least Marc thought so.
Steven was the ground he needed sometimes when Marc started to panic or couldn't get the thoughts out of his head.
Steven provided the warmth that Marc sometimes couldn't provide, or he wished he could give. So much Marc wished he could give.
The grass reached their ankles, the rest of the way was dark and loud, so loud.
The grass crunched underneath their shoes, they held hands as they walked through the grass dead and alive.
There was a hill about to peak now and they made it to the top, it was a little steep the way down but they could manage.
"Hey!"
A voice called out and soon they were out of their thoughts, both boys turned around to see an army man holding his gun towards them.
Marc instinct immediately put his brother behind him, the shield he knew he could be in case.
"What are you boys doing here, did you not hear to announcement!?"
The soldier exclaimed as the flashlight was burning into their eyes but couldn't look away. Frozen in place with no real way of how to make this work.
"Did you hear me boys!"
The man yelled again this time his tone harsh against their ears.
"Y-yes, sorry. Yeah we did sir, but me and brother had to leave, one of those ill people got into our home and we had to leave."
Marc explained as his voice cracked slightly at the beginning as he had found his voice again.
Randall held his brothers hand tighter and hid behind him as best he could.
The man lowered his gun the light finally going down and the darkness enveloping them as he felt his heart in his throat.
The sound of a radio went off and the soilder picked up his radio and started to tune in.
"Yeah, Robin reporting, found two boys, both were walking away from the massacre at the road from Deadway Lane to Boston Ave Drive..."
Marc watched as the man went ahead and talked to whoever was on the other line.
"Massacre, that's what they're calling it now."
Steven intervened as he thought about it, he was shouting at Marc when he saw the whole thing, he felt like his heart stopped that moment those people started to jump people.
"Yeah, that is what is was Steven."
Marc replied in his mind before he felt a small tug and looked to his side.
"Can you lift me, my legs hurt."
Randall whispered, Marc sighed a little tired, he felt like he was on overdrive these past couple of hours.
But that didn't mean he wasn't going to pick the kid up, it was his responsibility as of now to help his baby brother not die from all of this.
He crouched down a bit before putting his arm behind his legs and another one behind his arms before lifting him from the ground.
The lighted shined back on them blinding both him and Randall.
"No one said you could move!"
The man shouted as the gun was pointed at them again his hand in the trigger, Marc froze as Randall wrapped his arms around his brothers neck.
"I just picked him up sir, he's tired."
Marc mumbled as he held his brother closer to him.
"We all are kid, still doesn't allow you to make sudden movement, especially at a time like this. Put him down."
The man said his tone ice cold with almost no emotion.
His radio went off again, his glare lingered on the boys before he went to answer.
Marc jaw tightened, he felt himself holding back from saying anything right now.
"When are we gonna find mom and dad?"
Randall muttered, his voice so small in that moment.
"Soon Roro, soon."
Marc answered with a little nod, he looked around hoping his parents would come and rescue him and his brother from this guy.
He knew what he was asking for was a really big favor but he hoped he would find them soon, he missed them.
"Yes sir, no they are not injured. Yes sir, yes sir, yes...sir."
The man finally said.
Marc looked back the man who just went silent, his gun pointed to the ground but something went up Marc spine, like an instinct. Danger.
They were in danger.
The light shined on them again making Marc step back for a second.
"I'm sorry kids."
The man said, Marc barely had time to even react to the guys hushed yet soft and pitiful words.
He saw the man put his finger on the trigger.
"Shit!"
Steven and Marc both thought before Randall was all that was in his head.
He turned his body as he heard the depthing sound of the rounds trying to hit their bodies erupt in the darkness and echoed into the night.
Randall screamed.
Marc and Steven were silent. At least they think they were.
Their bodies tumbled down to the ground as Marc let go of Randall and they rolled down the hill together.
Suddenly it was quiet again, Marc felt pain from the fall, his head pounding along with his heart.
His ribs screamed and he thinks he twisted his hand when they rolled down that steep hill.
He couldn't see where his baby brother went but knew that he was at least nearby, ge heard footsteps.
Then he remembered the gun he still had in his pocket, it had flied in the air and landd on the ground next to him, his hand reached for it.
Before he knew it another shot rang out and a small thud was heard.
Marc hand trembled as the weight of the metal death in his hands finally weighed.
He looked down and there laid the man the gun laying on the ground as blood spilled and splattered like spilled milked was on the dry brownish yellow grass.
He felt sick.
"What did you do."
Steven said in all this. What else could he say.
Marc had killed someone, not someone who was infected but was alive.
The ringing in his ear finally caught something, it sound like whimpers, like crying.
He turned around and saw his brother who was laying on the ground, his hands near his stomach, then he saw it.
The small puddle of blood starting to form under him.
"No."
Marc whisperer to no one, no one that could hear him or was alive at this point.
He crawled his way over to his brother ignoring the pain he still had.
He looked down and felt the bile rise again.
"It's okay, your okay."
He tried to comfort his brother who was heaving and gasping as tears ran down his cheeks.
His brother could only whine in pain as Marc tried to move his hands from his bleeding stomach.
He couldn't say anything but his tightness on the grip of his shirt was enough to tell Marc he doesn't want his to move his hands.
"I gotta see it Roro, come on."
Despite the horrible sounds that came out of his brother way of protesting to Marc, he moved the small hands and saw the large crimson blood that had now coated his brother t-shirt.
His stripped designed shirt now being taken over by the crinsom darkeness in the color of his blood.
Marc eyes burned, his hands were shaking, he needed to stop.
Stop the bleeding, that's what he needed to do.
Marc put his hands on the spot and put pressure, his brother yelped as he dug his nails into Marc's arms.
"I know, I know it hurts."
Marc said, he didn't know, he didn't know because it wasn't him that got shot, it was his brother, his baby brother had a bullet go through him and now he was bleeding in a dead field.
His brother nails drew blood but Marc didn't care, he needed to get him help.
"I gotta get you up Roro, ok. Work with me here baby."
Marc said adding in the last thing he ever called his brother. His brother didn't always like to be called the baby of the family but that was what he was, he was the baby and Marc was the oldest.
Steven was the oldest. They were the oldest and their brother was the baby.
A baby they failed to protect.
Slowly his hand went behind his brother small back, he felt the blood covering his hand. It was warm and sticky, he hated the feeling.
Randall yelped and whimpered as he grabbed onto Marc shirt now being decorated with his metallic blood that was coming out of his small body.
His small fist shaking as he tried to get up, his brother trying to reassure him.
"I know, I know, come on, please!"
Marc choked out as his brother was dying in his arms.
He looked around for any help, anybody to do anything. There was no one, he was alone, then it got quiet.
He felt a small body go limp, he looked down his brothers eyes still open but there was no light. There was nothing.
"Hey, no, no. Don't you do this to me Roro, come on."
Steven was sobbing in the shadows, he could sense his despair, his anguish, his sadness.
Steven eventually took control as Marc let him.
"Come on, we have to see mum and dad, don't you want to find them."
Steven softer voice echoed as he held the brother he never really got know in his arms as he tried to get him to move but there was nothing.
He pulled his arms to bring him closer.
Steven felt the tears fall even before he knew, their brothers eyes were lifeless as they looked to the sky the moon and stars reflecting in his eyes now.
Steven pulled his small body against their chest and rocked him back and forth just like they did when he was born.
Little thing was so small and so fragile yet his screams and cries did not match up to his size.
Now there was nothing, there was just him and the sound of the world ending in that back ground, no mum, no dad, no roro.
"Come back, come back. We promised to find mum and dad. We still got to finish our game."
Steven whispered into their baby brothers ears but nothing came, it was quiet.
Steven liked the quiet, but not this one, this one felt lonely.
"Don't take him away, don't take him, please..."
Steven choked on his tears as he tried to breathe, God what were their parents going to say. They were suppose to protect him.
They failed, they failed and now their brother was dead.
Steven felt fatigued and before he knew it, it went dark.
Jake took over, the tears that fell kept falling. He failed, he failed them all.
He was suppose to be the one to take over if things were too much and he failed. How could he fail at his only job.
He held the little brother that didn't even know he existed in his arms as he put his forehead and leaned into the hair of his now dead little brother
This wasn't suppose to happen. None of this was suppose to happen.
His anger was everywhere, he looked at the man responsible for the ache in his heart, the emptiness that now formed into their once full heart.
Then man was wheezing, he wasn't dead.
He slowly let go of his brother and laid him gently on the ground.
"Ahora vuelvo, Roro."
He said as his eyes went to darkness from the sadness and anger to just empty brown eyes.
He got up and picked up the gun, he would finish the deed, for his alters, for his parents, for Roro.
The man lifted his head slightly only to be met with cold metal pointed at him.
"Vete al el infierno cabrón."
Is all he said before the sound of the gun went off, the man was truly dead now.
But he wasn't satisfied. He would never be.
He shot his head again, and again, and again.
The tears ran down his cheeks with every shot that went off. He wanted the pain to stop, to just end. But it would never be enough.
Finally he threw the gun down, it had no bullets, it had done its job.
Unlike him.
He picked up the weapon that murder his brother and took the light off before turning it off, it still had rounds.
He swung it around and then went back to where their brother laid.
He sat down and looked at their brother, he wasn't in pain anymore now.
Nothing would scare him anymore, not where he was going at least.
He gently closed his eyes and cried. He was panting, and his neck burned. They needed to leave, but how could they without their baby brother.
They could never truly leave him. Ever.
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There you go! The first chapter of this Moonknight TLOU AU, don't worry there will be more and sorry for the wait. School has been on my head for the most part but I will come up on top so hopefully this will make it up.
Hope you enjoyed reading this! Again comments about this would be nice to be able to see where I can make improvements on this whole thing as this story goes.
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One fin wonder 4
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maybe for one fin wonder for whatever reason gets like jumpscared by one of mk and kicks him in the dick
i think about that when i’m sad
ANON
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Welcome to one fin wonder! Enjoy :)
Series pairings: steven grant x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, jake lockley x teen!reader, layla el faouly x teen!reader (all platonic, reader is 14)
Content warning: blood, guts, panic attack, reader is a sour little shit about everything, mentions of parents absence and or death
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..."y/n?"
The voice called out to you
You back up into the wall, small tears shedding down your skin and dripping onto the floor
You hold your hands to your mouth and silently cry seeing the dismembered body on the floor, the man in the white suit and glowing eyes slowly walking towards you, hands up in defense not to frighten you even more
"No no..no its okay i'm-"
"THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY" you shout at the man
You wobbled onto the floor, vision going black
The last thing you remember is the man rushing towards you to catch you after your fall
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Your eyes open slowly, and they focus on the man in front of you
"Hey..are you okay?"
You suddenly went into a panic, lifting your foot up and kicking him in the-
"I jus- ARHGH!-"
The man falls into the floor beside you and you back up into the wall
He walked you to your room and placed you onto your bed while you were passed out
And he got rid of the body.
He thought the man hurt a child.
He didn't know he just broke in
Now he feels bad, the man in the mirror reminds him of their job and who they are.
He still isn't used to this.
While the man lays next to you groaning in pain you ask one question.
"Who are you."
No response.
You kick your foot onto his back
"WHO ARE YOU." You day in a louder voice.
"Mmhm.." the man mumbled
"What?" You said confused..
"Moon...knight"the man responded in a British accent, familiar to someone you know..
You were to in shock to call him out on it.
"Holy shit moonknights in my home...what's with the suit?" You ask holding back a giggle.
"The what.." the man murmurs
"I thought you'd be wearing something...cooler, for the 'fist of vengeance'" you air quoted, the man scoffed
"Well why don't youu...lock your windows?" He snapped at you
You gasp in offense
"Well from up this high i didn't think anyone could get in besides fuckin super man!" You snapped back and saw the man's expression change from under the mask
"..what do you want" you ask him
"Well I am the 'fist of-" "no not that!" You whisper shout the man
"..I protect the people of the night.." he said in a low voice.
"..well I don't need protection " as soon as it came out of you mouth he raised your cut up to your face.
"..oh"
"Yeah oh." The man said harshly
" Hey! S'not like you ever came up when I was a kid..I thought super heros didn't exist." You said under you breath but he slightly caught it.
"What was that" the man looked at you, with concern his eyes
You didn't have a 'good' childhood, but you lived through it.
Your mother was a drug addict, as your father was never around.
You always just assumed it was because of you
Well you didn't assume..your mother made it very clear you practically ruined their lives by just being alive.
You were the reason she did all that shit
You were the reason dad was never there
It was all your fault.
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"I said...you never came up when I was a kid...if you have the balls to come up now you're obviously just picking and choosing. " you said with a harsh tone in your voice.
"Wha-" "no! You need to get the fuck out of my flat, and never EVER come near me again."
You began to push the man out
The suit changed
It was more intense
The tie was left with a Cresent around his chest
He had a hood and a cape now.
The glow in his eyes wasn't the same anymore.
Whoever the fuck you were just talking to.
Wasn't the real moonknight.
This was worse.
You're fucking dead.
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Tbc..
@80pairsofcrocs @jasminemohmed
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