crystalaris

[crystalaris]

This was massively inspired by @novanitee

I have to say I loved a lot of your Yandere Moonknight stories and couldn’t help but wonder how a Yandere would react to someone who doesn’t want to leave and one who’s happy to stay. So if I’m being honest this was more for me, but I loved how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved your stories

Leaving Isn't an Option

Yandere Moonknight x OC

It's not so bad, being stuck here.

And 'stuck' is the right word.

I'm not really trapped, per say, just... encouraged to stay put.

Which is easy, it's not like I did anything else before. Go to work, pay the bills, cook, repeat.

Life was monotonous and very, very lonely.

I'm not sure when, where or even how I ended up in the world of Moon Knight. Or even the Marvel Universe. I didn't really get out much, didn't really have a reason to.

Just a boring and lonely existence.

Maybe it was wishing something would happen.

Maybe it was staring at the moon and quoting, "Second Star to the right and Straight on till Morning." Never really knowing if the star was my right or the moon's right because it's never been specified.

But something happened.

Something shifted.

I was no longer there, but here.

Which I understand makes absolutely no sense, but it happened without my knowledge and my days went on like normal.

I've never watched the news, it always felt misleading.

Never bothered with facebook, FarmVille had long since become boarding and redundant. Who waits 4 hours of real life time for one patch of strawberries to grow?

I wasnt going to spend five dollars on speed enhancers.

Never really called my parents, they finally got the kids out of their house? Why would they want to see me?

I've only ever talked to my fellow fan fiction writers and readers on Discord, but we all were focused on our mutual love for Undertale. So not really friend friends, but also not not friends.

Weird, believe me I know.

So absolutely no real reason to leave except for food and the extremely rare occasion for eating out.

I had no real reason to even suspect being on someone's radar.

I had never been and forever assumed I would never be.

Friends and acquaintances? Easy.

Family? Yeah, well you either have them or you don't.

Lovers? What's that? Can you eat it? ...Ew, on second thought don't answer that. Please.

So really, my life wasn't't anything special.

Or shouldn't have been anything special.

My life changed when I had decided I didn't want to cook that day. So I went to a Burger King next to a Starbucks. Simple.

Fill up on the fries and drink, have a burger for breakfast, all for a debatable price of 10 dollars.

Again nothing special.

A sit-down would be expensive and would remind me just how alone I was.

I guess I was pretty predictable, always going to the same places to eat or shop, but I never really noticed.

Never really cared.

Not until he, well I should really say 'they' , pointed it out. And they never pointed it out until they made sure I could never leave, which again I don't really mind.

I met them, him when I walked out the door accidentally spilling iced coke all over the poor guy.

Apologizing profusely, I had offered to buy him lunch as an apology, its not like I could buy the guy a new shirt.

I'm somewhat surprised I didn't recognize him to begin with, sure he looked familiar and his name was Steven, but what really should have sold it was the fact that Steven with a 'V' was Vegan.

Though I was more surprised that Burger King had vegan options, the impossible burger? Really?

I guess its in the name. Still, shocking, both the burger and my own stupidity.

But I liked him.

He was nice, well muscled, dark hair (that was my weakness, those cheating bastards) and polite.

Honestly, what wasn't there to love? We talked. A lot.

I was pretty thrilled when he shyly asked for my number. I thought 'Why not? It'd be nice to have a friend again.' And we traded phones, I never noticed him activate the tracking part of the phone.

I probably shouldn't have been so lazy and trusting (Jake has lectured me a lot on that, really that sweet worry wart) handing Steven my phone, in my defense I've never had to worry about that.

Steven once told me he finally understood why Marc and Jake had wanted to protect his innocence once they had met me.

Others probably would have been offended, me? I was honored and kissed him.

It was... nice, having someone to talk to, someone to text.

Someone I could just be me.

Steven would send these really cute or funny history bits, mostly Egyptian, sometimes complaining that gods can be annoyingly demanding.

Again, I should have noticed, but really would you notice? Or even care too? We all complain about god.

Looking back, I feel like my past self was one of those side characters on Doctor Who that never noticed aliens or the blue police box.

To be fair, its easier to notice things when they don't happen to you. Still makes me feel stupid though.

I never really found it odd that we kept meeting up when ever I was out shopping, passing it off as coincidence time and time again.

Sure there were times I felt someone watching, but every time there was no one following me.

Sure there was a feeling or two that made me glance over my shoulder a few times just to check, but then Steven would show up and it would stop.

Which was extremely relieving, having Steven by my side. After a while it turned stressful without Steven there to shop with. I tried not to, but calling him and asking if he'd like to shop together made the day that much better, that much less lonely.

It was on one such day, after feeling a piercing stare and finding nothing, that I ended up laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.

Of course I removed it with a shit load of apologies. But to my utter amazement, after he got over his shock, he just smiled and gently placed my head back on his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I asked, again still a bit worried.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet, so warm, "Of course, luv." And placed his arm around my shoulder. Heaven could never have such forbidden fruit.

I, gladly, soaked up as much as I could.

Steven could be the nectar of the gods with his sweetness, he laughed quite happily when I told him that once, well it was a mumble, but still... true.

We didn't just shop together, I rather enjoyed inviting him over so he could teach me some vegan recipes.

Being with Steven made life, easier.

It was easier to breathe, to enjoy breathing again. I wasn't just moving through the motions of life, I was Living again.

I could actually look forward to tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, Steven asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was flummoxed.

Me? Steven wanted me?

I didn't know it but Jake was rather close to fronting and yelling at me for daring to hurt sweet Steven, when I hadn't answered soon enough.

Tears had slowly fallen from my eyes and Steven nearly went into a panic seemingly about to apologize when I softly asked, "Me? Are you sure?"

It was the first time anyone had ever asked. Had ever looked at me.

His smile could have melted gold, easily shattering my shields, ones I never knew had surrounding my heart.

It burned, but somehow in a good way, still it was too much and I looked away.

He had to cup my cheeks in his hands, getting me to look at him. His thumb wiping away a stray tear, "I would love that, luv. Would you be willing to be mine?"

Choking back a sob, "No one... no one ever... ever... no one's ever wanted me."

I couldn't help leaning into his gentle touch, missing the frown that formed, but he quickly wiped it away from their face, "Not like that anyway. I've...I've had a few crushes, but nothing ever..."

I couldn't help looking into his eyes, practically begging for this to not be a dream, searching for even a hint of a lie.

I searched his face, soft and gentle, "Are...are you sure you want me?"

"Oh, baby girl of course we want you."

I wailed clutching him tighter as he leaned me on to his shoulder, as he shushed me rocking me back and forth, " I've got you, baby girl. Shhhh. We've got you. Shhh" years of pain, anguish, want flowed into those tears. "Let it out, mi amor. Let it all go."

I didn't leave his arms that night, or even that weekend. We refused to let go of each other. Sometimes the grips were tighter, or stronger but all it felt like was safety and home. I didn't want them to let go.

I was wanted.

I was happy for the first time in forever.

It nearly tore me apart watching them walk away, but I did have work in the morning.

Work had never been such a drag until then.

It physically hurt to be away from Steven, so I did the one thing I could think of. I went to the hardware store after work.

As much as it hurt not to ask Steven to come I wanted it to be a surprise, but like always I felt those eyes boring into me. It made me want to call Steven, but... but picturing his, hopefully, happy face? I could deal with the discomfort.

The feeling didn't stop, at least I think it didn't, I'm not sure when it did but the older clerk behind the counter had smiled when she saw my fidgeting, "Ah, someone special?"

I could only blush violently and nod my head nervously. Her smile widened, "What a lucky man." She reached behind the counter, and started running the machine.

"Well, ...he's my, my first... so..." my nerves were eating me alive, but it'd be worth it.

"Really?" She looked surprised as the lady looked me up and down, "When I'm glad. You seem like a sweet young lady." The clerk chittered on.

It was nearly ten minutes of constant chattering as the clerk milked me for information.

I didn't really want to brag, didn't want to jinx it, but it felt good to share.

It felt good to smile.

The clerk watched on with a warm smile of encouragement as I called my boyfriend, biting my bottom lip as she handed it over and I placed the small box into my pocket.

-click-

" 'Ello?"

Swallowing nervously, "Steven?'

"Luv?" He sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, ah hi. I was wondering..." I couldn't stop tapping my fingers on my leg just to use some of my extra energy. Steven, sweet, sweet Steven just patiently hummed, "if you wouldn't mind coming over? Please."

Not even noticing the man walking away on the phone two isles down.

"Sure I wouldn't mind luv."

"Great" I squeaked before quickly repeating it in a more normal voice, " See you in a few"

"See you in a few, luv."

-click-

Letting out a large breath, I turned and thanked the clerk as I handed over the money with a smile on my face, "Thank you."

"No thank you for making this old lady's day. I wish you luck."

I couldn't hold back my chuckle, "And I wish you a good week of good customers."

That made her laugh as she handed me change, "Ah, I see, another fellow retailer?"

"Yeah, first few years of college were horrible."

"Say no more." She said with a smile on her face.

I returned it, "Again, thank you."

"It's no trouble, now go on, shoo!" She waved her hands, "you've got a boy to gift. Shoo!"

I laughed on my way out, feeling happy and hopeful.

A great day indeed.

It turned into an even better day when Steven opened the box to reveal my new extra house key.

I didn't see the kiss coming, "It's absolutely beautiful, baby girl."

Completely shocked, missing how his accent had dropped as I touched my lips a deep blush forming. "What? Baby girl, what is it?"

Looking up, I blushed deeper catching a glance of his lips before staring into those deep eyes, they were the same, yet they somehow held more.

"That- that was my first..." I squeaked.

"Oh, oh!" I never noticed as he held me closer, leading me into a hug as Steven glared daggers at the reflection.

(Jake was so proud, both at Marc's kiss and Stevens glare. His boys were growing a backbone!).

"I'm so sorry, luv!"

I couldn't help hugging him back, squeezing a bit before asking, "Could, could we... again?"

This made him smile as he leaned back and looked into my eyes with his warm, ice melting ones, "Sure."

The second one was warm and comforting, the third became ruff and deep and I couldn't help loving all of them, I felt wanted, I felt loved again.

This man was slowly becoming my entire world.

And everyday he would come over after work.

Everyday he would kiss me at least three times, each with there own flare, each with their own intensity and still I greedily accepted each and every one.

— — —

They, well Steven had been dating her for months, with Jake and Marc coming out on occasion. She never seemed to notice or if she did she brushed it off.

They loved her, they really did, but sometimes he wished she would notice. Wish she'd ask questions, it'd make it much easier to come clean.

Though Marc seemed to enjoy the lack of in his words, 'unnecessary' questions. Jake bemoaned the fact that she was so oblivious.

This may have started with an order from Khonshu, but it had become an obsession over time.

Layla was a strong woman and Marc had loved her in his own way. Marc's ex was strong alone, could easily, has easily fought confidently, side by side with Marc and Steven, but she and Jake clashed, each just as bull headed as the other, making a relationship a bit difficult with the three.

Plus Jake wasn't happy when Layla had smacked Marc across the face.

Marc had defended her saying he deserved it since he left, but Jake refused to let Layla be alone with Marc or Steven.

Deserved or not, if she did it once she would do it again and Jake refused to leave his boys defenseless.

He knew Marc and Steven wouldn't fight against Layla, Jake however...

So the three were just friends, while Jake only tolerates Layla for his boy's happiness. Sure they were sad at the end of the relationship, but Jake knew they deserved better. It's why he stayed as Khonshu's Avatar (and boy was that a shit show when he had dropped the beans, they forgave him and moved on. He really does love them.)

So when an order came to watch someone who doesn't belong in this world, all three went, each curious in their own way.

They would admit the woman was... ... ...boring?

Normal?

Well, she didn't seem like she was any different, but hey Harrow fell off the deep end why can't she?

So they watched and watched, it was an order, an easy order but an order none the less until Khonshu deemed her to be just another pathetic worm that no longer needed their attention.

They... didn't really stop.

They had noticed her schedule, had memorized it to the point they ended up following it subconsciously.

If anyone was to blame it was entirely the god's fault.

Steven thought she was sweet.

Marc noticed how lonely she felt.

Jake saw.

Saw how she was withering away, how she practically begged for protection.

Jake really liked how she seemed to sense them, liked how she trusted her instincts, weak as they were she still had them.

She was a walking contradiction in some ways.

She kept her head down and avoided people, avoided being seen, but they saw her.

They watched her.

They noticed how she seemed to hide and it flared all of their protective instincts.

Originally it was a way to pass time.

They didn't really need to work for money anymore, they had plenty and Khonshu had them take certain jobs, and if Jake could get some money out of it, then all the better.

Steven never really liked the 'blood' money, but Jake and Marc refuse to let Steven get stuck in retail or with another piece of trash boss again.

(Donna is still lucky to be alive, the two are still waiting for the perfect time. Its not murder if something just 'happens' right?)

But Steven didn't mind watching her, so they compromised.

Watching her for the day, and working with Khonshu at night (they slept when she went to work, no biggie).

At first it wasn't hard to leave for Khonshu's 'trips', but it became harder as time passed on.

Soon returning ended up as their priority and Khonshu could careless so long as the job was done.

Since Marc and Steven wanted the job done just as much to get back, Khonshu didn't really have any complaints, "Apparently even a worm has its uses."

He was dutifully ignored.

They wanted to get to know her, to be apart of her life.

And if she broke their heart? Well, Jake would take care of it.

All three had found something in her that they enjoyed.

For Steven, she was sweet (Hah! Told you guys so!) and so welcoming. She enjoyed listening to him and both genuinely enjoyed the documentaries that Marc and Jake became bored to death with. Even making a game of it at one point when she started explaining why one documentary was wrong, elaborating each point and encouraged him to do the same.

Marc, well Marc loved all the cuddles and how she showed that she cared (for Steven) making food and learning recipies together, always finding a way to touch. And just leaning on them in general.

It helped that she never pried or asked for more information. If she did and he said 'no' she dropped it unlike Layla, and would always remind him she was there if he wanted.

It was refreshing if Marc was being honest.

Jake rather enjoyed how she depended on him (them). She would tense up when they watched her from afar, like he said she had instincts.

He really liked when she started calling them every time she even felt remotely scared. Jake loved how she would lean on them for comfort and melt into their embrace after that first time.

It felt good to be needed in subtle ways.

She would ask for their opinions, but would also ask why instead of just obeying. He liked the little arguments, they were fun and unlike with Layla she didn't get violent when angry, just puffed out her tiny little cheeks, ardilla listada (chipmunk) he had called her and she responded with Qué?

"¿Asi que hablas espanol?"

"en inglés por favor"

He barked out a laugh and he loved the way her eyes sparked as she nailed the accent, all three were rather impressed.

"No."

"Sí"

"No"

"Sí!"

Jake, over all, enjoyed her spunk.

He did however nearly lose it when Steven asked her to be their girlfriend and she didn't respond, she nearly broke their hearts, but then it broke for another reason entirely.

She cried because nobody had wanted her.

And, well, that just sealed the deal, she wouldn't leave them, ever.

They'd never allow it.

If only they could get her home, right now.

...but even a starving predator is patient. So they settle for just holding her tightly in their arms, each taking their own turn, but refusing to let go.

Leaving was one of the hardest and yet the most satisfying things they have ever felt.

And Damn, it hurt to leave, but the way she refused to let them out of her sight, the way they could feel her eyes on them?

They had never walked so slow before, never looked back to her window so much. It was amazing to know she didn't want them to leave as much as they didn't want to leave.

So imagine their rage when she was late returning home from work.

Oh, they wouldn't have been worried (they were) since they followed her phone to the hardware store.

If she was mugged it'd be the last thing the asshole would ever know.

When it turned out she was the one to make a side trip, Oh they were pissed.

They loved her, but she should have, no needed to be home with them, she shouldn't have left! Job or no.

Jake wondered if it was too soon to dish out a bit of punishment. They really didn't like how the lady looked at their girl.

Jake did, however, settle a bit when he saw how she looked around and fingered her phone, the other two noticed as well and calmed down, just a bit.

It helped to know she was still thinking of them, still she needed to be at home.

They chose an isle that was close enough to hear them, but still had the perfect view of their girl. Tense shoulders relaxed as their discussion went on.

So imagine their surprise when they answered the call. When Steven met them and was handed a personal gift.

She was definitely forgiven.

And in a way, it allowed each of them to come out. To show themselves to her.

She eagerly accepted their affection and they couldn't be more thrilled.

She was their innocent bean.

———

An: how she came here and how it ends I leave that up to you. Personally I’m a sucker for happy endings

[crystalaris]

Many times over.

I punched a guy bc he was making rape jokes and one of the things he said was “what’s the difference between yes and no? Nothing” so I asked him if he’d care if I punched him in the face and he said yes but I did it anyway since there’s no difference between yes and no and that’s the story of how I gave someone a bloody nose

[crystalaris]

Please Don't Hate Me!

(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)

Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.

Poor Layla , she didn't sign up for this

In other words:

In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family

Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)

Ch 1

Ch 2

Ch 3: You're in Deep Shit Marc Spector

Warning: mentions of depression and someone passing out,

also Layla steals the show, good for her

———

Loud, constant clacking filled the dimming room as a woman with long, dark, curly hair sat at her desk typing away with a harsh, but determined look.

She was frustrated, royally pissed, but most of all, Layla was worried.

Her baby girl, yes hers.

Marc had left, leaving divorce papers a few weeks after his disappearance, sure they were unsigned, but she didn't care!

He. Left!

He has no right to say he cares!

He. Has. No. Fucking Right.

Marc Left.

And it tore her baby girl apart.

It tore her heart as well, but that she can handle.

She can be wounded, she can bleed till her last drop and she will still be able to move. It would be hard but she can get up and try again. It would take time and she would have to learn to trust again, but she could, would heal.

But watching her baby girl fall apart?

Literally fall apart, piece by piece?

That was the kicker.

The Final straw.

That was Marc stabbing her, them, in the back.

Layla had already lost her father, she can't help her wish to know how or why, but she could live.

She had met Marc, got married, and had a sweet baby girl. In a way she moved past her father's death.

She had a family of her own.

HAD!

Marc stole that from her!

Stole her new family! He ripped them apart viciously by leaving!

Of course she's livid!

Her sweet little baby girl nearly cried that first week that had gone by with absolutely no word from Marc.

At first, she thought he was on another one of Khonshu's missions. Sometimes they ran long. Normally it was no big deal. Sure, it was odd he hadn't said anything before leaving, but she understood how demanding that god could be. There were multiple talks and rants, the frustration with that topic alone could topple mountains.

So she had understood.

Key word, had.

Watching the frown appear on her daughters face when Layla said papa went on a trip was worrying, but not enough to draw Layla's attention.

Not yet, at the very least.

But when the week finished up and there were still no signs of Marc? Layla started to worry.

Worry that Marc was dead, long gone to a place neither could reach.

There is a saying that 'no news is good news'.

It's a Lie.

'No news' is Worse.

It's no wonder 'Hope' was in Pandora's box.

'No news' leaves you wondering what happened, how it happened, maybe even why. But you hold on to that hope, no matter how small. You pray nothing has gone wrong, every single day. You wait, holding your breath, 'One more day' you'll chant. 'I'll find out tomorrow' but when tomorrow comes? It's the exact same thing, making your worry and dread grow till eventually it slowly becomes a crushing weight. Hope, once an ally, has become the backstabber, the taunter, the solid boulder. It drives you crazy with 'what ifs'.

'No news' can mean so much more.

And it drags on in the most torturous of ways.

So when Marc didn't check in like normal, didn't warn her about the silence required on his mission, to keep them safe, she started to worry.

But their daughter, her little treasure who has fiercely loved her father for all these years, seemed to have noticed as well.

Layla never really knew just how much their baby girl paid attention to their comings and going. Honestly, she would have been impressed if those observations hadn't bothered her baby girl.

It had started small enough, a meal missed here, another skipped there. Her little girl sleeping in their bedroom, sometimes stealing some of Marc's shirts, the dirty shirts.

Layla didn't have the heart to scold her after the fourth time, not after that heartbreaking mumbled apology. She can't help but wonder where she learned those puppy dog eyes.

Not when Layla realized she hadn't seen her little girl in days.

Her child who would rather play outside with her father insread of watching a movie or play video games seemed to hide behind them now, almost obsessively. Layla's daughter Refusing to ride or even look at the swings, or anything that had to do with her activities with Marc. The tree he had caught her in was empty except for the leaves. The couch where she always slept on top of Marc now sat empty. The blanket now moved to the recliner. Touch no longer seemed to sooth her little girl.

The little hugger of the family just... seemed to ghost around the house.

The girl that would sing random songs while she baked family and friends treats, barely opened her mouth after the third week.

That finally snapped Layla out of it, enough to try ring Marc.

Good news, his phone went through.

Bad news, the asshole refused to pick up.

Oh, she didn't call him an asshole the first time she called, nor the second. But after the 54th call, 46 messages and 0 answers? Well, she naturally grew pissed.

Her messages started off sweet and worried, asking him when he'll be home, to, at the very least just let them know he's safe and that they miss him.

Then she started begging Marc to come home, their baby girl had passed out a d the doctor said it was from forgetting to eat.

That was the first and last time, for both her daughter and herself. Her baby girl now set timers to remember to eat and that message was the last time she begged Marc to come home.

He didn't care enough to come home, or he didn't care enough to listen. She didn't know which outcome was Marc's issue.

It didn't matter. He'd spectacularly burned that bridge.

At this point in time, it was more a matter of pride. She wanted to find Marc to drag answers out of that dick. And if he didn't have a good reason, even if he did, he would be toast. His answer would determine the level of burning she would do, if her daughter didn't do it first.

She could be quite vindictive when she felt it was necessary.

Layla was relieved when her baby came home from the sanctum one weekend with a massive smile on her face and an apology for worrying her mother on her lips. They had two long girls' day and spent those next two nights together.

Layla never asked what made her little treasure so happy. Too relieved that she had a better part of her daughter back.

Oh, her little girl was still sad, but not nearly to the extreme she was prior. Maybe she finally found a boyfriend at school or maybe she got a new friend. Layla had seen her little treasure wearing a small, thin red and gold bracelet with a small sapphire gem braided in as the master piece.

Layla hoped it was from a friend and not a lover. She didn't want to see her little girl that broken ever again.

If her father could cripple her, what would a lover do?

So Layla was relieved to see her daughter back on the swings, not as often as she had before, but it was enough.

So with one more thing settled, she could focus more on Marc.

And she was livid.

Harshly typing away on her keyboard, creating a long series of codes, a net of numbers.

Layla doesn't plan to leave anything to chance, all she needs is for Marc to pick up his phone one time. Even if he doesn't, this baby right here will slowly get closer each ring. A bit like the game Marco Polo treasure always made Marc play.

One way or another, she will get what she wants.

Fuck Marc's flightiness. She'll chase him to the end of the world if she has too. He owes them an explanation at the very least.

It's why she called her daughter back, in case they would have to go at a moments notice.

"Mama?"

With a few more key strokes Layla finishes and shouts over her shoulder, "In here, baby girl!"

There's a bit of shuffling before little treasure enters, "Could you hand me my cell, sweetheart?"

"Sure"

It takes no more than a moment, and with her daughters eyes following her, she connects her phone to her computer to start the download.

It's silent, and Layla can feel the slight tension in the air.

Really, it's at times like these that her little girl reminds her of Marc.

Letting out a sigh Layla relents, "I've almost got him."

She watches as her daughter perks up, "Really?!"

Layla can't help the mixed feelings forming in the pit of her stomach. For one thing she's delighted her daughter can smile like that again, for another Layla wishes it was she who could light up her daughters face. Though she can't really blame little treasure since she herself was a daddy's girl to begin with. "Really, Really." She quotes, earning a happy giggle from her girl, "Now why don't you get packing, we leave as soon as I can get a trace on the man."

She watches as her daughter freezes and turns back towards her and in a voice so quiet asks, "You mean, I can come with you?"

It's the unspoken 'this time' hanging in the air that makes Layla pause and look, really look at her daughter. The subtle hope hidden in her eyes that forces Layla to remember all the times her... their daughter asked if she could come. How she only asked once each time, never more, only once.

How?

How had Layla and Marc not noticed?

"Of course you're coming, -" her daughter's squeals of happiness and excitement cut Layla off. She watched as her little one ran off on quick, but surprisingly quiet feet. Layla would have smiled and shook her head, but not this time.

This time she just silently observed their little girl zooming to and fro, leaping over any obstacles. ...When was the last time her daughter was this excited? This free?

Pursing her lips, she nodded to herself.

Marc was in deep shit once she got a hold of him.

— — —

AN: sorry for the late update. Just finished this chapter. Wattpad deleted 2 chapters this one was included (nearly shit myself in rage luckily it was only deleted on the app and I saved it from the website? Have no clue how that worked, I'm just so glad it did) also got sick... still sick but what ever.

I'm actually really happy Layla stole the rains for this one, really mama bear surprised me and I think it helps explain why Layla was so pissed at Marc. Before it felt more like she wanted to find Marc for her bruised pride and wanting answers (at least for me)

Gotta do some research on the story plots (haven’t seen the whole thing and don’t want to follow word for word so bullet points! … I thought I was done with research 😫)

Thanks for reading! ☺️

[crystalaris]

…I should hope you’re not fucking Khonshu…

Marc: …

Oh… that’s not what you ment? Sorry, I’ll Uh… go die in a corner. Please don’t mind me.

Marc : I CAN'T DO IT !

Steven, laughing : I CAN'T EITHER !

Marc : I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Elsa : WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT.

Jack : YEAH, BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Marc :

Marc : I appreciate it,

Marc : BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Jake : Marc-

Marc : YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE !

Layla : Marc we gotta-

Marc : YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Marc : YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today ?'

Marc, motioning to Khonshu : NOT FUCKING THIS !

[crystalaris]

Unknown Caller I.D. (Poe Dameron x Modern OC)

- - -

You know all those stupid telemarketer and Unknown Caller I.D.'s?

Well it turns out This one is 'Out of This World' in a Universe Far Far Away

Or

Answering the phone leads to an impossible friendship (Hah! Ship! Get it?! No? Okay sorry...)

AN: ...I blame all those tumbler people who post Moon Knight with Poe Dameron. If anyone wants to take this idea and run with it please do! All I ask is that you let me know cause I wanna read it! I already know I won't be able to do Poe justice  since I have refused to watch Star Wars after #6 (why? Cause Damn it! in MY world the War Is OVER!! Never took Disney to love being war mongers, sheesh.)

If I continue this, it will only be drabbles since I’m getting little ideas, but have no clue on Poe’s half of the story and I’d rather share than lose an idea.

Enjoy!

Please Try Again

During a training exercise for the renown Black Squadron of the resistance Poe Dameron coms the base only for the oddest sound to come out instead, why were his coms ringing?

- - -

Crystal is sick of all these stupid telemarketer calling, like right now. Her cell is ringing for the fifth time today, screw it!

She answers the phone with a huff, if they are going to be dicks so is she

- - -

-click-

"Black leader to-"

"Boo-bee-boop. We're sorry. The number you've called has been disconnected. Please hang up and try again."

-click-

Poe can't help the flabbergasted look to his computer, "BB-8, what the Maker was that!?"

[crystalaris]

I’m already shipping!

For @crystalaris

Cereal

She was gone, you didn't really miss her, but...she was all you had.

"I'm sorry that I had to do that, Y/N. I know all of this must be quite scary. Your mother wasn't a good person, that's why the scales decided she wasn't worthy of life." Arthur said as you starred at your mother's lifeless body.

You didn't feel much, losing her didn't mean much to you.

You didn't really even feel much about finding out Arthur was your father.

"It's fine." You muttered looking back at him.

"But your scales are balanced, and I'm so proud of you." He said with his usual smile as you nodded.

"You'll be so much happier and safer here. You can have a room all to yourself." He said begining to walk away as you followed him.

"So, you're a cult leader." You muttered making him chuckle softly.

"No, not at all." He said as you looked at him.

"But, you follow one God, recruiting people using fear and murder. That's a cult." You said as his smile failed.

"I don't expect you to understand, you're very young and you didn't exactly have a good parental figure growing up." He said as you rolled your eyes.

"Stop turning the conversation around on me and my issues. When I got bored I would study psychology, you're trauma is making you delusional." You said as he stopped walking.

"And now you will react with bitterness and anger because you're defensive, but deep down you know it's true." You said staring at him as he chuckled.

"You could be very useful to us Y/N." He replied before walking again.

"I'm not the cult kind of person, sorry, Arthur." You grumbled, he sighed softly.

"You can call me Father or Dad, Y/N." He said as you rolled your eyes again.

"I met you today and you killed my mother, we're not there yet." You muttered following him into a big hall where people were conversing and eating.

"I think you have a lot of manners to learn, Y/N. You should learn to respect me and others around you." He said, you decided to just go silent and walk away from him to get food.

You could hear his distant disappointed sigh.

--

It had been a whole week of disapproving looks and sighs from Arthur. You were glad you didn't feel much because if you did you would hate it here.

But like usual you fell into a rhythm and routine.

You didn't want to acknowledge that Arthur was your father, you also didn't want to be apart of his stupid cult.

You sat awake in the middle of the night on the shitty mattress on the floor.

You heard your window open and looked up to see the infamous moon knight.

"Good tactic, kidnap the daughter." You muttered as his mask retracted and he looked at you in shock.

"Wherever you're taking me, is there a comfortable bed?" You asked standing up and stretching.

"Um, yeah? Why aren't you shocked?" He asked as you grabbed a jacket and put it on.

"I don't feel much, but I don't really like it here, and you're a hero so it can't be much worse than Harrow. Right?" You said tying your hair up, Marc was speechless.

"I suppose. Khonshu wanted me to kidnap you to have power over Harrow." He said as you nodded.

"Makes sense, do you have decent food at your place? I want some packaged food, not all this vegan organic shit." You said making him chuckle.

"We've got plenty."

--

After an awkward way back to Marc's apartment, you practically ran in and collapsed on his bed.

"Well, that's certainly not what I expected." Steven muttered in the reflection as Marc chuckled.

Jake decided to chip in.

"I know a traumatised child when I see one. She probably hasn't had anything stable in her life, like Khonshu said she only found out about Arthur last week when he murder her mother." He said as Marc sighed and looked at you.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Marc asked as you sat up and looked at him.

"Do you have sugary cereal? No one ever let's me eat it." You replied making him chuckle.

"There's plenty in the cupboard, go nuts." He said before you jumped up and ran towards the kitchen.

You noticed that even though you were twenty, your mind was still a lot younger.

Which was understandable.

--

After eating you'd fallen asleep on Marc's bed, he decided he'd let you sleep comfortably.

He didn't mind taking the couch.

He woke up around 8am to see you still fast asleep.

He looked in a reflection to see Steven deep in thought.

"So, what is Khonshu planning? We send Harrow a letter saying we have your daughter?" Steven said making Marc laugh a little.

"Something like that. Whatever happens I'm not letting her go back." Marc said glancing over at your peaceful sleeping form.

"I can't imagine what she's gone through, all she wants is comfort and safety. We can give that to her." Marc said, he hadn't realised how much of an attachment he had formed for you already.

"She deserves that much." Steven replied making Marc smile softly.

"She does."

--

After you'd awoken Marc had told you they needed to go see your father and tell him that they had you.

You weren't sure what they were planning but you didn't really care.

You were looking forward to a day by yourself with all the cereal you could eat.

"Just don't leave, okay? I need you to stay here so I know your safe." Marc said as you nodded.

"Marc, there's a bed and good cereal here. Why would I leave?" You said making him laugh.

He made a mental note to get you some more cereal on his way back.

--

You spent the day watching TV and eating cereal, just like you had planned to.

When Marc returned he had two bags of groceries.

"What's that?" You asked making him chuckle.

"I've got four boxes of cereal for you to try." He said unpacking them onto the kitchen bench as you jumped up and ran over looking at them all.

"These are sure to rot my teeth and I love it." You said making him laugh. He loved to see your smile.

"So, what did Harrow say?" You asked grabbing a bowl to try all the cereals.

"It doesn't matter, but you won't ever have to go back to him." He said as you smiled.

"Thank you, Marc."

[crystalaris]

Please Don’t Hate Me!

(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)

Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.

Poor Layla , she didn’t sign up for this

In other words:

In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family

Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)

Ch 1, ch2 you are here, Ch 3

Ch 2: Message Received

Jake x teen reader

Warning: Fluff, hints at the past, brief mention of fighting

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Being woken up by a god to do his bidding was normally one of his better wake-up calls.

This time however was a little different, if not a bit disappointing.

He had been looking forward to seeing her again, only to be informed by said god that she had to go back, but left a note and gift. So hey, at least he had something else to enjoy.

Still, it was rare for him to have human interaction, besides beating the living shit out of his attackers and doing Khonshu's work. Really his little gatita turned out to be a breath of fresh air he never knew he needed. One that Marc needed too.

A big bonus in his book.

She was easily becoming their world. Their world, not Marc's, not Jake's, but Their's. It's a very novel feeling to care for and be cared for.

So Jake understands why Marc left. Why Marc wanted to protect his precious people. It doesn't mean he agreed or wanted too, but he respects Marc's decision.

He lets Marc make the choice, but Jake will step in to solve the problem.

Like he did in the Marines.

Like he did as a mercenary.

Like he did with Marc's daughter.

Heh.

He can't help the fond smile when he remembers his first meeting with the kid. It started off simple. A warning from Khonshu, threatening the girl only for them to end up as fast friends.

She became his friend before she grew to be his daughter. It was a little odd to wrap his head around when he got the story from her, but he could tell she was being honest.

The more she spoke, the more she explained, the less tense she got.

Oh, she was as innocent as Steven, but unlike Steven she knew about him, about Them. All of them. It was... nice.

Nice, not having to hide. Nice, that his world wasn't only around violence anymore. It was nice that he knew something Marc didn't that wasn't the jobs or attacks.

Jake was grateful to both Marc and Layla for having her. He could live for once.

What was the real kicker was just how much his presence helped his little gatita's happiness grow. He liked that she would ask questions, bounce ideas off of him. He liked how she would fall asleep on his shoulder when talking to him. How she would climb in his lap and wrap his arms around herself.

How when he had a long night she would always make a small batch of baked goods, be it cake, muffins or cookies.

How all he had to do to see her was 'knock' on her door and she would open it. How it was funny that one time Marc woke up in her bed with her, nearly freaking out (which woke Jake up) only for his little gatita to thank Marc for staying when she had a nightmare. Marc was more relaxed after that.

So let's just say, Jake slept there more often.

It got to the point that when even Marc had a really bad night he would carry her to his and Layla's room to sleep.

Jake had never really been happier.

So when Marc left them, left his little gatita behind, to protect them, he wasn't really thrilled.

Sure she had warned him this might happen. That Marc would leave and that was around the start of everything, that when the bitch died Steven would be around a bit more permanently.

So it was back to being the hidden protector, the fighter, the heavy hitter.

It was okay, perfectly normal for him. Sure, he may have taken out more of his frustrations on what his  gatita called 'villains' or 'scums' of the night, but it was justified.

So when about a week after Steven popped out and moved to London, about three weeks into leaving his little gatita, Khonshu woke Jake up earlier, claiming to have a special mission for him. Grunting, Jake begrudgingly obliged.

He hadn't been very happy with the stupid bird since the god made that useless comment in front of Marc. He knew the god was extremely proud of gatita but couldn't he have kept his beak shut?

So with his hat on, he followed Khonshu, drifting through the shadows to avoid being seen.

"There." Khonshu pointed his staff and Jake followed.

Not hearing anything but a single pair of footsteps, Jake wondered what this person did to earn Khonshu's attention.

Quietly and quickly he went behind the person, observing her.

She was tall, but slightly shorter than him, her long black hair tied into a simple three-way braid, her back was turned and she was holding... cookies?

Her shoulders were tensed as if she felt him following, and quickly she turned into an alley.

He followed only for his arm to be grabbed and a firm force pulled him forward. Lifting his other arm he blocked then quickly shifted when he felt her knee jerk up. In a flash he broke his arm free grabbing one of her arms readying an attack, only for both of them to freeze when they got a good look at each other.

"Gatita?"

"Papí?"

He felt his features soften for the first time in weeks. "Papí!" She shouted as she wrapped her arms around his torso tightly, head leaning on his chest as Jake wrapped his arms gently and unsure if she really was there, then tightly once he could still feel her. It was a feeling that he so desperately missed, "I missed you." She muffled into his chest, "I missed you so, so much Papí."

He couldn't help holding her tighter, grabbing the back of her head and bringing it closer, he kissed the top of her head, "Yo a la gatita. Yo también" they could have been standing like that for hours and they wouldn't know, they had each other again and that's all that mattered.

When they had finally pulled away, still not letting the other go, Jake asked, "What are you doing here?"

Her grin was teasing, "Aren't you happy to see me Papí?"

He just rolled his eyes, "Sí, mi gatita." Hugging her again. He missed this. Missed the contact, the banter, missed his hija. "But how?"

"The sanctum." She chirped. "Yao said I still shouldn't use my sling ring unless absolutely necessary, but said I could use the doors in the sanctum and I remembered London had its own so it really wasn't that far. Really you should be thanking Steven for choosing London. Papa probably would have chosen Seattle or something, then I'd happily risk the Ancient One's wraith and punishment to see you!"

Jake just chuckles and shakes his head, "Still can't believe your in cahoots with the Mystics leader, gatita."

Turning herself around, her back to his chest and leans into it, raising her head to look at him cheekily, "Me neither, papí. It it was much easier than with Tony, she was expecting my letter in the first place. Tony just went nuts when mine kept coming in." She chuckled. "Almost felt sorry if it wasn't so funny. You should have seen the look on his face when he found me."

He could stop the squeeze of her shoulders, "When was this, and why didn't you tell me?" He knew his tone was harsh, he was worried alright. She should have told him.

Her gaze turned sheepish, "Lo siento Papí, pensé que sabías. He came to school after he fixed his reactor. He wanted to know how I knew." She paused and that worried him a bit. "I should probably tell you, I've got his phone number. We still talk occasionally."

He wasn't happy, that much she could tell by the furrow of his brows and the now harsh frown, "Why are you keeping in contact with a grown ass man!?" He spat.

She laughed and he sent her a harsh glare that could make anyone else piss themselves, she however found it sweet. Just another reassurance he still loved her.

She really, really couldn't stop her smirk however, "Really, Jake? Aren't you a 'grown ass man', too?"

"Sí." He affirmed, " and you're mi hija, gatita. Mine to protect, including chasing off those wolves." Grinning sharply at her.

She laughed, but it soon teetered off as that sharp smile was still on his face, "Papí?" It was almost hesitant.

It turned wicked, "I'm going to have to punish you, poca gatita."

Her eyes wavered as she tried to back up, still stuck in his arms, "Papí?" She tried to pull away again, "no?" And then she felt the wiggling of fingers at her sides and screamed while laughing, "Paaapí, hah ha ha nooooooooo! Paaapí hah, stop hah!" As she did her best to get away, screaming and wiggling with laughter as he gave chase, each tackling each other in glee.

Jake may not have been ticklish, but he had missed playing with his daughter. The absolute relief he felt when she was there was amazing. He forgave Khonshu that night, and just enjoyed the fact that his daughter found a way to visit. Layla thought she was training over the weekend, so their secret was safe. The most surprising was when Khonshu had given them the whole night together and the two agreed that was the closest thing that'd ever get as an apology from the god.

From then on she had made sure to visit on the weekends, this was the first one she's had to miss.

It makes the night seem longer, still he has a job to do.

It's when he enters his white limo that he finally smiles, under the dash, on the passengers side is a red bag, the same shade as the interior. Even when she's not here, she makes him proud. Knowing that she would have had to search specifically for this bag as a 'just in case' fills him with pride. She was prepared, hiding things in plain sight. He taught her that. Him.

It's the little things, he's found, that have mattered the most over these years.

Grabbing the bag, he sets it on his lap and pulls out... napkins. He can't help the gentle laugh, 'She knows me so well.' He thinks fondly as he pulls out a ziplock bag.

Again he grins at her hand writing 'ley'  in silver sharpie completing the name: Ziplockley 🤍

His heart swells with affection, 'Always noticing the oddest things.' He'll be sure to put it in with the first Father's Day card she made him, in the secret compartment. She was so fidgety when she gave it to him, so shy.

If anyone asks, there was too much dust in the air and no he didn't cry, nobody saw. The only person that was there was crying into his shoulder, so there.

She even gave Jake, Steven's cards so he could keep them safe. He's really looking forward to Stevens face once he finds out. He's already added a special card just for Steven adding his own flare to it. "Congratulations! It's a Girl! It only took you about ____ years to find out!" He's still waiting to fill in the blank. He might just throw in his gatita's baby booties, if Layla still kept them.

He's looking forward to both of their reactions. If he's lucky he might just get Marc in on it.

Reaching in the Lockley bag he grabs a cookie and enjoys, pulling out the hand written note.

Sitting in his limo with a cookie hanging out of his mouth as he reads his little gatita's words.

Papí,

El entrenamiento fue muy bien hoy. Tenía muchas ganas de volver a verte, pero mamá me envió un mensaje de texto diciendo que quiere que vuelva a casa. Creo que se está acercando a encontrar a papá o al menos tiene un plan o dos. Aún así, desearía haberlo hecho mañana, pero ya sabes, mamá, terca y decidida.

Hice unas galletas. Espero que te gusten los snickerdoodles, algunos son el azúcar de canela original, pero los otros son glaseado de miel y canela. Sé que no quieres ensuciar a tu bebé, así que no pude hacer el pastel como originalmente quería, lo siento.

Aún así, espero que les gusten, ¡manténganse a salvo!

Con mucho amor,

tu pequeño gatita

P.D. ¿Podrías agregar una ingle extra o dos? Estoy un poco enojado porque no puedo verte esta noche. ¡Ojalá estuviera allí!

A smile grew on his face as he took another bite, 'That's my girl'. He finds it interesting how far they've come since their first meeting and in a way he's grateful for it. He's not just the Silent Protector anymore, he's also a proud father.

Of Marc's little spawn none the less.

His little moment gets interrupted by Khonshu knocking on his window's glass. Rolling his eyes he carefully folds the note and stuffs it in his jacket's inside pocket where it'll be safe and rolls down the window.

Nodding to the bird man he starts his engine, ready to go.

But there was one important thing he had to ask, "Why do you smell like almonds?"

Khonshu looked at his cheeky avatar, before stomping his staff on the ground and motioning forward, "Silence Lockley! There are travelers of the night to defend!"

Jake nearly cackled as he drove off.

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Translation:

gatita = kitten

Yo a la gatita. Yo también = Me too kitten. Me too.

hija = daughter

lo siento Papí, pensé que sabías = sorry Papí, i thought you knew

The note:

Daddy,

Training went really well today. I was really looking forward to seeing you again, but mama sent me a text that she wants me back home. I think she's getting close to finding papa or she at least has a plan or two. Still, wish she'd have done that tomorrow but you know mama, stubborn and determined.

I made some cookies. Hope you like snickerdoodles, some are the original cinnamon sugar, but the others are cinnamon honey glaze. I know you don't want to get your baby dirty, so I couldn't do the cake like I originally wanted, sorry.

Still I hope you like them, keep safe!

With lots of Love,

Your little Kitten

P.S. could you add in an extra groin or two? I'm a little pissed I can't see you tonight. Wish I was there!

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AN: so for this fan fic I've been getting lots of family ideas that won't fit into the main story, but I still want them to be shared, especially the family moments. I've been making a list of possible one shots for this AU, but I would love other ideas. Requests could make this story better. I'm a firm believer in, 'One idea Leads to Another'.

Also,  you'll notice that I'm not naming the OC, honestly doing so in ch 1 was an accident, but I'm going to keep it up, she's just going to have nicknames from everyone. I want to avoid (y/n) since it takes away from the story for some people.

Hope you enjoy and please review or comment, it inspires me

[crystalaris]

Please Don’t Hate Me!

(Moon knight x Reincarnated teen Reader)

Marc Spector carries a lot of Secrets that more often than not get him into a world of trouble. Turns out his kid might have more than he does.

Poor Layla, she didn't sign up for this

In other words:

In a world where a person from our world reincarnates into moon knight and they Really, Really love their big family

Disclaimer: I do not own Moon Knight or the photos (I do edit the photos, but they are not mine)

Warnings: none at this time

Ch1 u r here, Ch 2, Ch 3

Ch 1: Meeting, but only the Tail of the Coin is Shown

A woman with dark eyes stares at the blond in the bus window and sighs heavily. Pulling up her hood, tilting her head as she adds in her ear buds, one right after the other, completing the blond teenager look.

Smiling at her reflection she can't help the small want to pop some gum. Sad to say, she finished her last pack the other day. Still, it bothers her that she has to go back.

It’s much too soon.

If she could, she'd love to stay the night, but she can't let mama get any more suspicious. So leaving earlier is a no brainer, but still its painful.

She wasn't able to see him this time and it hurts just a bit, but being able to leave him a message and a present in their special place helps makes the ache that much smaller. Shutting her eyes, she sends a quick prayer to her god in hopes that he'll get to open his present to night since it's always been better fresh.

Just as she's finished, she feels a weight on the back of her head and snaps her eyes open in annoyance. Only to blink in pleasant surprise as a bright and happy grin forms on the reflective surface, ignoring the fondness forming, she stays still to the best of her ability.

She gently, but hungrily, she takes in the man's features. Dark, messy and slightly curled hair. The curve of his eyebrows, the softness of his nose against the back of her neck... she wishes so desperately in this moment that the windows were mirrors instead of a reflective surface. Wanting to see him clearly.

She whispers a word in her mind with such longing that she'd hate herself if it hadn't already been so long.

It nearly tears her resolve apart for him to be here, right at this moment, when she has no more options, but to leave.

She wants to turn around, to hold him and hug him tightly. Never letting go, but she can't.

She can't

To Him she is a stranger, a fly on the wall. She doesn't want to be that fly. She wants... she wants to just be there. She wants him to see her.

Her grip on the strap tightens, losening only with an exhale of a breath.

To her, it feels as if a fluffy cat has jumped into her lap, and no matter how much she wants to show her love to such a precious being, it's not allowed. It would be horrible if she scared the poor creature off.

So for now, she's willing to give him any form of comfort. Be it, A head to rest on. Or being A relaxing presence. So she stands still. Even when the bus passes her stop, she stays. It’s okay she doesn't mind the exercise.

That is nothing compared to this.

For her, at least.

Not even a moment has passed when the man twitches awake, jolting off of her back. The apologies rolling off his tongue. His reaction hurts, but she buries it, deep.

She offers him, what she assumes is a soft smile. When in reality it's small and sad. Causing the man to once again apologize.

Only relaxing when he sees her smile widen into a lighter, happier one, 'it's nice.' He thinks 'at least there's one person that doesn't hate me.'

When the man raises his drink and says, "Cheers" she can't help her laugh, thankfully it's short, but it does seem to brighten his day as well as hers.

She doesn't mind that he's different from the one she knows. It still helps, just a little, that this man is near, that he's looking with familiar deep chocolate eyes. ‘well’ she muses to herself, 'the colors are familiar at least.' these ones aren't the guarded, sad, happy eyes that greeted her in her childhood, nor the sharp ones that had scared her once upon a time.

This man's eyes are curious, but polite and very, very tired.

Even then it was only a glimpse before the man had run away- no, had to quickly leave the buss.

She watched as he ran into the imposing building, and the ache in her heart grew. Turning around she pushed past the pain, 'not yet.' She whispered to herself, 'not yet, but soon.'

She wanted to believe that.

And she did. She really, Really did.

She had been hoping, wishing and dreading constantly it over the past year.

It's been tough, but bearable.

Painful, but... she was expecting it.

One of the few things that dulled the ache? She knew they all would meet again.

'Besides' she mused to herself as she entered the London Sanctum, removing her wig 'It’s not like I haven't been visiting them. That and mama has been out hunting, it shouldn't be long now.'

Still she was grateful she got to see him before leaving

Looks like her god would be getting some of his favorite desserts tonight.

[crystalaris]

Moon knight Fan Fic Idea (3 is a Magic Number)

OC gets reincarnated as a cat

AN : this is basically the outline for idea that I wrote yesterday (finished too late to post) so there’s going to be lots of bad spelling and horrible grammar, so far warning

Also : if you want to use this as inspiration Please, Please, Please tell me. I’m very happy if someone wants to write it, I’m pretty sure my writing won’t do it Justice. All I ask it that you let me know, mostly cause I want to read it too and I’d be happy to bounce off ideas

This can be looked at as platonic or possible romance

P.P.S : I’ve seen other fan fics on tumbler that have requests, if you are interested in things happening or ideas I’d love to know. Especially family scenes in the beginning. My cats each have had there own quirk, it might liven things up to add more. No question or idea is stupid (annoying? Maybe but that’s retail) a simple thought or word may spark something completely random and awesome

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OC wakes up as a cat in London

OC meets steven and goes to his home, meets Gus (one tap)

OC meets Konsu as he insults steven, it clicks where she's at and Konsu calls her young one (she's near a god, like a god in the making cause she was claimed by her grey cat in her last life and accepted by calling her and considering her as her mom)

OC meets Marc (two taps) while at stevens

OC meets Jake (three taps)

Befriends all three, fluff times to show

Spends time with Konsu too gets him to lighten up on the boys guilt tripping wise, Marc doesn't want to do something, Jake gets more jobs and body/ cat time

OC can tell boys apart by emotional smells

Each tap is a person, OC tries to leave hints for the future, like the taps, the three mugs each their own, but yhe messages are very subtle cause she's keeping the secret to, but she wants clues in the boys memories for when they 'die', she wants to change things but fears what to change, but she wants steven and Marc to get along. Marc is stubborn and won't ever tell Steven if he can help it... actually he'd never tell he'd take it to his grave. And Steven fears Marc since he's killed and stuff, he needs the whole story to start fresh with Marc so they can be together. To be fair she's only ever seen the last two episodes but read fan fiction semi filling in the blanks.

Interlude: OC goes to London sanctum and uses it to steal 2 sling rings and travel to the NY sanctum. Sets up a stage that has messages 'remember' and (something about dr strange to get his attention like thanking him for his times with Domonau to get his attention and curiosity sparked) he won't see those notes till after she demonstrates using the sling ring to cut off a light purple plums head as she stares at Strange be fore using her new sling ring to travel back home. Sending strange and wu into s frenzy (later strange will remember with the 1st battle with Thanoes stopping the snap especially since he does it again but to the stones and transports them forcefully away and the battle continues)

Interlude 2 later chs though: strange meets steven and the cat after he Amit and snap trouble and OC he's a 'mental' voice she can use now and explains also mentioning to this steven about the 'sinister' strange while addressing 'sinister' at the same time he could look for fan girls or a Christine that was like him since she knew a lot of fan fic writers wrote sinister a happy end he just needed to find those y/n or Christine AUs that left them alone and ask/ offer those a place or to be with him, just don't go too Yandere

OC travels with Marc to Caro (hides in his bag and 'disappears' from the x rays to travel with him.... It's not pleasant (toy story 2) it's her 1st bout of godly magic. She follows Marc and Konsu (he might have to magically allow her entrance [OC tells Konsu that he should get the ohpther gods in his debut with a bet and they'll owe him a lot of favors, word it so Amit shows up, they all owe him, but with no time limit and to do it before summoning Horrow] ) to the gods temple (she scouts around and familiarizes herself so she can free Konsu from stone later. Meets Besset who welcomes and explains how she got here to this dimension, basically 'adopted' / inagerated (added) Into the 'besset cat god' family and kind of special like Neko Yoki in Japan and she's young so she's got a 9 life special

OC asks for a one time entrance into the temple after this and not to take the bet Konsu issued since will come and horrow will spin a good tale. Besset chuckles and agrees with a purr and says welcome to the family, I'm glad she chose you and you accepted. OC also tells Besset to make sure their avatar is not in or near the temple since Horrow and crew will storm the fortress and kill the avatars trying to free Amit

Layla is in the picture and is shocked the cat is there

OC can fight as a cat, more like support, she distracts scratches and bites, can't really kill (has to pick and choose battles)

Follow canon with dialogues etc

Marc gets shot, so head space. Not sure if OC can drag out Marc of the water

Walk down memory lane for those two, some of stevens memories include the # taps and they don't get it, but they are like she's really cute and I'm glad you had her, yeah she made being alone bearable, etc still the three mug thing was weird though, that was probably Konsu's, he's lightened up too which was weird though birds hated cats

OC calls the teleporte (doesn't realize she did it herself) frees Konsu tells him in at the Very end Harrow needs to live, Konsu gets upset but OC explains. "Listen!" (Readers won't know until later: OC needs horrow alive to kill All of admits followers Through them Before he dies, though the pain of the goddesses believers vanishing through her own powers [and not her mouth] is a shock and would slowly kill them painfully and by not telling Marc/ Steven to not finish her off will prove he's not like Amit/ Horrow in a small way

Still in memory lane after Marc's memories and the weighing of hearts still not balanced fight breaks out

OC feels a shift, a dread. Desperately wishing to be with her boys. Ends up in the mind room with the shaking coffin. She tries to get him out ends up sifting part human part cat and gets him out, meet greet, name oh hi, hi and then a few shouts down the way both turn and OC goes, "shit. Jake you can hit/ kill me later." They run and he connects the dots and gets a dark look, but nods and continues

Fight ensues, weigh the 3rd heart, scales balance. Laugh quick introductions. OC is watching and a song plays in her mind (three is a magic number) not realizing the boys are hearing it too since their minds are being shared right now. Though they ignore it to deal with her. Marc is highly cautious and doesn't let her leave his sight, Steven is gaping and Jake walks up to her and punches her Heavily twice, drawing contemplation from Marc and a shout of 'oi!" From Steven.

OC is like relax steven, I deserve this. And Jake is like Hell yeah you do! You fucking knew! -swears in Spanish- then tugs her up and kisses her to thank her for getting him out of that coffin

Marc: you knew and it's a statement that draws silence from Steven who's watching shell shocked

OC: yeah really don't have time Marc! Horrow, Amit? Ring a bell.

Marc: explain

OC: fuck fuck fuck! Just wanted the two of you -points to Marc and Steven- to get along!

Marc scoffs

OC: not like you'd tell anyone about your past Marc glares harshly (if looks could kill ...)

Steven: she's got a point mate Marc glares at Steven (softer, more offended than hateful) Jakes just watching and observing

OC: and Steven, you're more on the sciencey side,you needed to 'see' to believe. This time everyone's face were blank while staring at her, sighing heavily while her hand pulled her face down,  look if it helps Konsu has no idea how I know, though he did call me 'young one'

Tawebet: -squeals loudly- oh my gosh! A young one how many millennia has it been?! Oh we need to celebrate! Oh this is precious! Oh my, you're one of besets newest kittens arn't you!? She coos

OC: -blushes harshly- Tebby no the time! -turns to the boys- we gotta get back I already got konshu out, so your body should heal nicely

Marc: not until

OC: look we don't have time for this! I swear on my godly title you going or what ever -Tawebet gasps in horror- that I'll tell you, All of you -she pointedly looks to all three of her boys- hell I'll even through Ol' Grandpa Caw Caw in there two, but let's go!

The three choke while Jake and Marc look at eachother and silently agree to call Konsu that

Steven: caw caw!?! You all him Caw Caw!???!

Before all three of them are pushed out.

Tawebet on OC talk a bit, the OC god portals her way out

Layla gets to be Tawebet temp avatar to fight and seal Amit. (Besset avatar on a mother mission elsewhere, maybe helping Tony stark 3rd movie since OC likes Tony and knows he goes through hell and would need comfort and Besset is a mother so comfort a child future friend? Sure maybe the avatar and Tony get together by accident, since they both go through a lot and avatar would feel better giving comfort and accepts Tony for Tony and doesn't nag him for company stuff or army stuff (sorry people and roads you Were good friends but Tony isn't your top priority, which he needs) and hey maybe if someone was by his side it'd prevent the Ultron fiasco )

So big fight against Horrow and crew, OC fights kitty style again, but ends up more protecting the citizens and kids. Crew laughs and goes oh what's a kitty kitty gonna do? And OC protecting 5 yr old is like Roar! Me! And gets shocked she roared before throwing that thought out, turned out kitty became Tiger/ lion and attacked shocking many only for OC to spit out the human and speak in English, Ugh! Blae blae humans nasty!! That fucker was a smoker! -some guy down the way is quickly scribbling notes that Tiger/ lions hate eating human smokers and it's now a repellent.- Jake would be laughing but he's concentrating on the fight, his lips twitch though and will tease the hell out of her for it later

Amit gets sealed, Marc and Steven are near shocked konshu doesn't demand Amit and Horrows death, Jake just glances at OC who winks and mouths later (godlings can see the reflections now so shut up)

Stuff happens, safe now so OC explains this is her second life and mentions this 'au' is a fantasy world be movie or book she doesn't know but that's how she knew, goes into this big teasing every body since every body has fans Marc, Steven, Jake, Layla ,konshu laughs at their expressions only to be told he's got plenty too, she's pretty sure Caw Caw has smut too, which shuts him up

Life goes on, reader decides if OC love is platonic or romantic

*Bonus scenes*

OC meets Tony stark with bessets avatar

OC chews out Thor in front of the avengers for not noticing something was wrong with Loki when he attacked Earth,(oh come ON DUFUS he LITERALLY has it IN. His. Fucking. Name Lo. Ki. Low-Key! InEnglish, Subtle dick for brains! If Loki Raelly wanted to take over he'd be Low-fucking-Key about it and the humans would have worshiped him for it cause they would have thought it was their idea from the fucking start!

OC scares Nick Fury as a cat, Tony gets it on camera, best birthday ever!

[crystalaris]

Mini story: Depressed Reader Gets Killed By Dust

Warning: Death, hints of abuse

AN: it’s not really sad, just more how you look at it. Currently oneshot, may become more.

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Dust didn't know if he regretted killing you.

Really, you were an enigma when he first laid his eyelights on you.

It was just another AU, just another place to destroy and gain LV, another mission, simple as that.

These types of AUs, the ones where the monsters were still locked underground, the fear the humans gave off always left Nightmare satisfied.

Stars, he was too.

The humans screaming. Completely at the whims of the monsters they oh so fucking 'feared'. (Hated more like)

It Satisfied an itch with a scratch, just a hint of vengeance for producing such arrogant asshole humans.

Extremely Satisfying for the humans to be at the 'monsters' mercy. (Really they should look in a mirror)

Stars knows they were at the mercy of the humans for so long. It has twisted him, twisted them in the worst possible ways, but it was their (his) 'fault' for the actions that led up to the twist. Not.

He killed his brother, Paps was his first kill.

His first mercy.

He spared Paps the continual pain of false friendship. The loss of fellow monsters to that demon.

As a judge, he granted the underground mercy.

As a monster filled with love (not LoVe) he granted them mercy.

It was fast, it was painless, it was mercy.

Unlike the demon, who derived pleasure from its slow kills, loved watching the despair and the loss of hope as they died

Every

Single

Fucking

Time (reset)

So he enjoys granting mercy to (certain) monsters and death to (all) humans.

Sure he has Paps here, constantly encouraging him to kill kill kill kill-kill-kill-kill. The need, want for more exp and LV.

But he still has his brother.

He loves his brother. He will always love his brother.

It hurts, but that's his punishment.

His atonement.

He lives, he keeps his brother alive and by his side. Is it selfish?

Maybe

Maybe not, He tries not to think about it.

So the rush of killing humans, the pests is satisfying. The sight of them running and screaming in terror? Justice at its finest.

The fact that this AU was dying anyway?

Delectable.

Killing humans is a mercy, though theirs are just a little 'bit' drawn out, some more than others.

So when he notices a human girl watching instead of running? Curious.

Her eyes hopeful instead of fearful? Confusing enough to let her approach.

He's not stupid, his guard is still up, besides Paps wants this exp, even if this measly human is a LV 1 it'll never remain like that for long. The hypocrites.

What surprises him however is where she stops, she's just an arm reach away, like she's standing by someone familiar but not too close, even though the road is now a ghost town.

"what?" Is all he can think to say, even with Paps berating him.

"Are you a grim reaper?"

He'd expected an insult or at the very least had something asked in fear not Hope.  There's a upturn lilt of her lips, her eyes shining every so slightly.

It threw both him and Paps for a loop. So he observes just a bit more.

Her left eye has yellow around it, scratches small, thin, horizontal scratches. Some visible skin poking out from her collar is a faded shade of blue. Multiple Crescent scares along the sides of her throat.

"Will you let it be quick?" His eyes flicker to hers. "Will you make it stop hurting?"

His frown is answer enough.

"Oh," he doesn't care about the disappointment in her voice "I guess harvesting souls is painful then." It's her turn to frown. Still, she steps forwards arms wide open.

For once Paps is silent, watching her. The two glance at each other, a subtle nod, a raise of his knife and they are on their way.

For the first time in what seems like forever Paps silent.

... and thoughtful.

He's normally berating his brother... oh well he'll take what he can get. Something about gifted ketchup and what not.

The blood on Dust's knife dripping from the final strike. Unlike the other times, he doesn't flick off the blood.

Too lazy to really care, or that's what he'll tell paps later.

He wasn't stunned by the small smile on her lips or the thankful look in her eyes.

Like that would ever shock him.

Even now he looks back, thinks back, those eyes keep haunting him.

And he doesn't know if he regrets killing you.