Sumary: Y/N doesn't classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she's just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it's difficult when you're rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it's cool because it gives her a lot of stories... Until her feet touch New York's ground. It's all downhill from there.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader; Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader.
Warnings: +18 romance; angst; fluff; smut; violence; torture; gore; cursing; pseudo harem; not following 100% mcu events; feelings. English isn't my first language, so please be kind. chapters have their own warnings, too, for safety.
MAIN STORY CHAPTERS
Prologue [off the record]
One | Lo Hecho Está Hecho | on a rainy night, y/n is rescued by moon knight, and for a while, london becomes her home. but no one can really escape fate, not when your former lover is death herself.
Two | Nuns on Cocaine | maybe traveling around the world solving cases and dealing with cryptids isn't that bad, unfortunately someone decided that was a great idea to play around with the occult and scientific shit, now y/n needs to clean some superheroes' mess.
3] Boss Bitch | y/n isn't one to be intimidated. yes, her memory is shit and she can't really explain her knowledge, but she knows how things go. she can deal with vigilantes, their work similar to hers, there's no glamour or riches. but fuck superheroes and their super shit, y'know? even if they're hot and gorgeous as fuck.
4] Voulez-Vous? | there's an expectation in the air, a tension that's not only about want or need. of course, there's a fricking bomb and a targed on her back. if only she could remember why. at least she has the devil on her side.
5] Seal It With a Kiss | a crush, a casual fling, a passionate night, a you're made for me, a can't lose you now, a maybe im already falling in love. but y/n will deny it till the end. she's not going soft. she'll lie through her teeth, but a promise is a promise, even if you don't say the words out loud.
6] Murder On The Dance Floor | she should have seen it coming. of course, nothing is that simple. she's not jealous of their past, but she can't ignore the feeling of trying to keep up with them. she's stuck in the middle. now isn't fun anymore.
7] People Disappear Here | she knows every one of them has a terrible past (and ghosts), but this chaotic dirty nightmare is hers, so fuck it. she's going swinging it like the devil. maybe it's time to finally be the boring grown-up.
8] No Good Deed Goes Unpunished | her past officially came like a wrecking ball, nowhere to run or hide. with her memories back, she wishes everything was different. and then there's the most important question: how much does a life cost? she doesn't know, she can't fucking die.
characters list: moon knight boys; tony stark; clint barton; steve rogers; frank castle; wade wilson; bruce banner; logan; kate bishop; yelena belova; maria hill; fury; thor; scott lang; wanda maximoff; pepper potts; peter parker; stephen strange.
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Demonic Domination | chapter two: nuns on cocaine.
masterlist — demonic domination masterlist
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader.
Summary: Y/N doesn’t classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she’s just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it’s difficult when you’re rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it’s cool because it gives her a lot of stories… Until her feet touch New York grounds. It’s all downhill from there.
chapter warnings: description of violence, blood, death.
In the eerie silence of the night stood a silhouette, right in front of the abandoned mansion.
No one of the town's people dared to get closer to the property. Cursed family, cursed ground, they whispered. But she knew better. She could see clearly what happened there without summoning.
A broken family, so much despair and hopelessness.
The town did it. Ten years ago. And the younger generations weren't proud of it, and didn't want to keep hiding under the rug. Of course, it wasn't about doing the right thing. Oh no. They were scared because the spirits, after waiting for some type of repentance that never came, were finally collecting the souls that wronged them.
The town's people were receiving their punishments.
“Just sixteen more, Miss Constantine,” a small voice whispered in her ear. “Just the older generation, the adults with blood on their hands.”
“Alright, I can work with that,” she answered, unbothered, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. “Take what you need to take, but make it seem like an accident, though. They'll be all together in one place tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Miss Constantine.”
Without saying a word, she left the mansion and walked the road back to downtown. Reaching the only hotel of the town, she ignored the notice board with the poster announcing the sunday’s great mass. The town’s people were going to pray for protection and injustice against evil spirits. Kind of ironic, or even offensive, when you think about the real victims.
When the cases were some injustice resulting in death… This part of her work was never easy.
But there were cases where she was offered money to solve something that the living considered to be a problem, these were the most fun. They’d spit out nonsense, swearing about being innocente. She always had a blast disturbing their minds.
She worked with the living, but she worked for the dead and the unknown. In the end, she only answered to one being: Death.
Well.
Sometimes.
They haven't been on speaking terms for a while.
Anyway.
Another night in a town in the middle of nowhere in Norway. She hated the cold, at least there was aquavit. The alcohol helped to keep her drunk enough to feel a tad bit warmer.
And to sleep.
She really hated the cold. Even without the white covering the floor, it felt like she was surrounded by snow.
So, after taking a long shower and drinking half a bottle of aquavit, Y/N fell asleep quickly. Only waking up hours later with banging on her hotel room’s door.
“Demologist! The church is burning down!” the voice yelled with a shrill voice, the banging non stop. “Demologist!”
Y/N huffed, getting out of bed a little unsteadily and opening the door roughly. She glanced to the man standing there with panic painting his face. “I’ll be there.”
Closing the door on his face, she quickly put on her boots and grabbed everything she’d need. She sighed heavily, it seemed that she wouldn’t have time for coffee. At least she developed a routine of always sleeping ready for an emergency while she’s working on a case.
“What happened?” Y/N asked to the priest as she approached the burning church, ignoring the people screaming and crying across the lawn.
The priest, an old bald man, sighed in dismay. “Astrid, the matriarch of the Lars family, she locked everyone of her generation in the main hall and set fire to the church.”
“Damn.” she said, observing the civilians trying to help the city's small group of firefighters put out the fire, but it was in vain. “Tell them to stop, there’s no life to save.”
“What?” the priest muttered, eyes wide.
“They’re all dead, sir,” Y/N stated. Noticing that the priest was too stunned to order the crowd, she whistled loudly to get everyone's attention. “Let the fire burn! It will help their souls!”
A young woman with a middle aged man approached aggressively, the woman's face was contorted in a mixture of fury and sadness. “You promised to save them! You’ve lied to us! Their deaths are in your hands!”
“I said that to be saved, they needed to be true to their hearts,” she answered unbothered, wagging a finger. “Truly regret, because there’s no lying to spirits.”
The silence was deafening, the town’s people looked from her to the church still burning. It’d take hours for the fire to burn out. So she gave a prayer written on a piece of paper for the priest, and ordered everyone to repeat the words while kneeling with their foreheads on the ground. They didn't know it, but they’d be praying for the souls of the spirits of the family ruined by the town.
Leaving the people behind, Y/N stalked to the abandoned mansion. Waiting for her on the front porch was the Arud family, the parents and three children. The youngest daughter left her parents and two brothers’ side to run to her. A beautiful smile missing a tooth.
“Thank you, Miss Constantine.” her small voice sounded better than the night before, there was light beaming around her.
“I didn’t do anything, darling.” Y/N said, offering a smile in return.
The little girl shook her head. “You helped us, taught us how to do things. Now we can finally go.”
“So what are you waiting? Go, darling, your parents are calling you.” she couldn't keep the affection out of her voice, kids were one of her weak spots.
“Good-bye, Miss Constantine!” the kid chirped, running back to the porch where the door was wide open. Her brothers long gone, only her parents waiting for her to cross the border. With one last wave of her little hand, they were gone.
Then Y/N burned the mansion to the ground to secure the family's spirits’ peace.
No one else in that town would disturb that family anymore.
Opening the flask she carried in the pocket of her coat, she took a long sip of aquavit. “Cheers for another case getting closed.”
Without waiting any longer, Y/N grabbed her things in the hotel and headed to the nearest big city. She didn’t bother going back to the burned church, her real mission was done. She had a plane to catch.
Some hours later, she decided to take a look at her phone. There was an absurd amount of messages that she ignored, favoring to call the only number that mattered. After three rings, the call was picked.
“Hey, Mummy!” She singsong sarcastically.
“Hello, kid.” Marc huffed in amusement. “How you doin’?”
“Finished here in Norway, I'm going to stop by Italy and then go to Germany… Again.” Y/N answered, taking a long sip of her vodka before sighing. “How are things in the stolen lands?”
“Good, we decided to settle in Brooklyn,” Marc hummed after a moment in silence. She knew he wanted to give his opinion on her travels, but he couldn't criticize her work when he had his own missions. “Steven's still trying to learn how to act like someone with money, Jake got a taxi to call his own.”
“What about you, oldie?”
Ignoring her question, Marc stated softly, “There's a room for you here, we brought your things with us.”
She hesitates for a moment. “Marc, we've already discussed this.”
“It's been four years, kid,” the words hit her hard even though Marc spoke them softly. “There are cases here for you, New York is a huge state.”
“Traveling around the world solving cases and dealing with cryptids isn't that bad, Marc.” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice light. “It’s quite fun actually, maybe I'll even write a book about it.”
Marc sighed defeated, like the others times he tried to persuade her. “Alright, but you know there’s a place where you can call it home.”
“Thank you, Marc.”
And she meant it.
—
Stopping by Lipari was more a spur of the moment than work, a little treat for herself after some months just solving cases without any break for pleasure. The sun tanning her skin was a wonderful feeling after so many days of freezing her poor body.
The sexy bartender kept bringing her delicious drinks and kept her well fed, and at one point during the day he even offered to reapply her sunscreen. Of course she asked him to enjoy the night with her, and then to visit her hotel room.
He was a sweet boy, green eyes and a beautiful smile. Singing praises on her skin and trying to keep up with her. They talked dirty and gossiped about island stories. A delightful welcome party.
Three days later she went to to the other side of Lipari, having fun in her scooter and flirting with beautiful women, indulging in the opportunity to finally know the love of an italian woman.
On the eleventh night she found the sea nymph she was looking for.
A little pretty bluish thing that took her breath away.
And it promptly brought a chill down her spine when their eyes met.
“I came to help.” Y/N said evenly, without looking away. “Name’s Constantine. Occult detective, saving pretty beings in the spare time.”
The nymph opens her mouth, then closes it. Trembling bluish hands reaching for her own neck. There were scarred angry red marks on her skin. Something terrible crossed Y/N’s mind. They took away her voice.
“Got it,” Y/N nodded, coming closer to take a look at the glass cage. She felt the spark of weak dark magic. “Alright, I can work with this shit. Darling, step to the other side and shield your eyes.”
Rolling up the shirt sleeves to the elbows, Y/N rubbed her hands and hummed. Clapping her palms together once, before rubbing them together again and then clapping once more but with force. In a snap, her hands were engulfed in fire. And when she touched the glass, it shattered into several pieces before turning to dust at her feet.
“Well, that was so anti-climatic,” she muttered to herself. Clicking her tongue, she crossed the cage and offered a hand to the nymph that now watched her with interest.
The nymph took a step closer, but was stopped mid second step by Y/N after noticing the bare bluish feet. Without saying a word, she came closer and took the nymph in her arms.
“Let’s get out of here, darling. Your friends are waiting for you at Porticello.”
Y/N walked with no worries, crossing the room slowly towards the bar on the front. The nymph looked surprised at the bodies scattered around the place, all the men that took her and tortured her. There was blood everywhere, evidence that the men initially considered fighting whoever dared to enter there, but then tried to escape when they realized they were going to die.
“Not my finest work,” Y/N said when they finally were out, coming closer to a car with the passenger door open. The nymph settled down and shrugged with a tiny smile on her lips. “Just one second, darling.”
Y/N closed the car door, then jogged back to the bar. She lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag before throwing through the bar's entrance. In seconds the place was engulfed by fire. Returning to the car, Y/N drove in silence and without worries. Soon it wasn't possible to see the burning bar, nor the flames trying to touch the night sky.
The drive ended only when they finally arrived at Porticello.
A small group of nymphs emerged from the darkness of the beach when Y/N’s feet touched the sand with the pretty bluish nymph on her arms.
“Thank you, Constantine.” Rosa, a nymph with long red hair said, coming closer to leave a kiss at the corner of her mouth.
“Always at your disposal, love.” Y/N whispered entranced, a soft smirk on her lips. Letting the nymphs take the rescued one, Y/N took the opportunity to hug Rosa one last time. “Our time was amazing, it was the least I could do.”
The nymph closed the small distance and gave her a long kiss, biting Y/N's bottom lip lightly. “Take care, Constantine.”
“See you around, yeah? You know how to call me.” Y/N said, kissing Rosa one last time before watching her disappear into the waves.
“Well, fuck, Marc will never believe me.”
—
She hated Germany. That’s it.
Not even the northern countries with all the cold and the days that turned into night were in the top ten on her ‘I hate it here’ list. Not that she would say it out loud. She’d never be able to explain it, and would say something stupid like it’s the vibes.
Limburg Abbey. A convent near Bad Dürkheim, at the edge of the Palatinate Forest.
The instructions weren't clear. So at first, she had to act in the shadows, gathering information to know exactly what to do. The convent wasn't only a spiritual place for women that decided to become nuns and dedicate their lives to God.
It was something darker.
Something ville.
Something only men could do.
Experiments.
But, of course, not any simple medical experiment. No. They were fucking with the occult using scientific shit. It never ends well.
She made her presence known on a Wednesday's afternoon. Her important belongings were hidden in the forest, so she could get another time later. Wearing a dress she'd stolen and mascara running down her face, she played the role of a helpless homeless girl in need of God's help. Too well, it seems, or they really needed new flesh.
“Don't worry, my child. You're safe here.” one of the oldest nuns said in german, a benevolent expression on her face. “I'll show you to your room, and give you proper clothes. Tomorrow you'll be officially a servant of God.”
The proper clothes in the end were a skirt that reached the ankle, a long white shirt, a sweater and a headscarf. Everything a mix of shades of black and white. Well, at least she could hide shit with all that fabric, and it was easier to blend in.
Most of the women there wore the same clothes as her, the ones that didn’t were the ones with a position of power. And they were secretly acting for the bad guys on command. The scientists and the rich. All men, of course. It made her skin crawl.
It took two months pretending to be a pathetic and insignificant woman, with no one to look for her and that didn’t understand german well. Fools. Two months passing their tests, pretending she didn’t know what was happening. Doing everything without questions and always saying a broken thank you like they were her salvation.
Pretending she was easy prey like the rest of the women there that were really looking for help.
In the fourth month, the superiors nuns brought her to an examination room with another five women.
After several days undergoing various basic health exams, they were brought to another side of the convent. A place with big and small machines, wires, vials and tubes. Gotcha. But not really yet.
And then, she was with twelve women sitting on shit chairs. Something strange was being injected into the arm. It didn't take long for her to realize it was cocaine. They were being drugged.
That was a surprise right there. She thought about a lot of other substances but not cocaine.
Y/N pretended to have the same reactions the other women were having. The drug couldn't hurt her, she felt the sting and then it was gone. No alcohol or drugs stayed too long in her system. So, faking it until she makes it.
After pumping a lot of cocaine on them, they were dragged to another room and connected to machines. The room was bigger, but darker. She eyed suspiciously at the dark corner.
“Let's start the experiment.” the older nun ordered and everyone got in position.
A bright light made them close their eyes.
A scream.
A splash of something.
A gurgle.
She forced herself to open her eyes, ignoring her retinas burning.
And right there outside the dark corner was a corpse.
Something not dead but not alive either.
Something that resembled a big dog.
With horns.
And wings.
She closed her eyes when she understood what's happening.
They were using humans as sacrifices, trying to wake up a dragon's fossil.
A fucking dragon.
They were extinct for over a millenia.
Their experiment didn't make any sense.
It's just pure cruelty and craziness.
Fucking fucked fuck.
A corpse fell by her side. She closed her eyes again, feeling nauseous because of the light. She was blinded by the lights and needed to wait to get better.
“Still not working.” a man sneered.
“We'll find the right calculation soon, sir.” someone answered quietly.
“Give those nuns more cocaine, clean them and this mess.”
And, then, it was like it never happened. The nuns would never really remember, brain full of cocaine and trauma. The two women that died there, forgotten. Only a month later would they dare to take the group again for another experiment.
For Y/N, all the waiting was torture. She didn’t born to be a nun for sure. Surprisingly, she couldn't see any spirits around the covent. So no gossip ghosts to help her. At least she was prepared and knew what's waiting for them inside that place.
To take down the convent, she needed to understand how deep the system and experiment went. How far their power reached around the world. She'd need to kill everyone who was involved.
Unfortunately, her plans blew up in her face.
Literally.
First it was some stupid tremors, but then a blast threw her far enough to reach across the room. A huge flaming hole was torn in the wall of the convent.
Through the hole she was able to see outside, the gardens and the forest.
A fucking battle was happening.
What. The. Fuck.
Looking around herself, she noticed that everyone was dead, including the nuns.
Hell, she should be dead too, taking into account the exposed fracture in her chest and her legs. But it was already healing, so she grabbed a cigar inside her bloody sweater. Making a happy sound when she found one cigar that didn’t get blood. Smoking really helped to pass time, and she's been craving for a week. Who'd thought that it's hard to smoke inside a convent?
When she felt that it was fine to get back on her feet, she was moving quickly.
The battle was still happening outside, but she could hear that something was already happening inside too.
Taking a shortcut, she came closer to another hole -this time on the corridor- and jumped from the third floor. Ignoring the little crack when she landed, Y/N walked down the garden. The convent soldiers didn't even blink in her direction, but the people blowing up the place stopped on their tracks.
“What the fuck you morons think you're doing here?” Y/N yelled, waving her cigarette for emphasis.
And then she saw Captain fucking America and Iron Man.
She wasn't stupid, when she was bored she liked to read gossip and watch funny videos on tiktok.
What. The. Fuck. Were. They. Doing.
“Dammit, you guys fucked up all my case!” Y/N stopped screaming abruptly, her eyes going towards the city after noticing fire and smoke in the distance. She growled. “Stop blowing the fucking place!”
“Who the hell are you?” Tony demanded, palm up with a blaster in her direction.
Taking the last drag of her cigarette, she smiled menacingly, all blood and teeth. “Detective Y/N Constantine. A displeasure to meet ya, idiot.”
“What are you doing here?” Captain America asked, trying to intimidate with his voice and size.
“Well, after the shit you've pulled?” She opened her arms to show around them, the fighting still happening. “None of your damn business.”
“You-” Captain took a step foard.
Y/N smirked. “Fuck you.”
And in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
“What?” Tony screamed, surprised by her sudden disappearance.
Back inside, where she was before the explosion. Y/N searched for the fossil.
The dragon was under the rubble, a little destroyed but still could be used. She closed her eyes, praying for forgiveness. Grabbing an iron bar from the rubble, she hit the dragon again and again, until it was only dust.
To finish, she set fire to what was left of the room. A final touch, so no one could get anything there to keep the experiments. She wouldn't find every fucker as she planned, but she hoped at least to prevent the knowledge to spread.
And no fucking dragon.
She was enjoying the fire consuming everything when she heard the click of a gun behind her.
“Who the hell are you?”
Slowly turning, she came face to face with the former Winter Soldier, if she could take a guess.
Ok, fine, the arm gave it away.
“Well, you're being rude.” Y/N retorted, rolling her eyes. When he didn’t react, she sighed before bowing mockingly. “I'm Constantine, Y/N Constantine. Detective of Unknown.”
“What?” He frowned, still looking at her suspiciously.
“You're cute, but not that dumb, right?” Mirroring his frown, she completely ignored the gun pointing at her and started walking past him. “Gotta go, cutie. Fucking hate Germany and you guys ruined my case.”
“Stop right there, or I'm going to shoot.”
His threat made her laugh.
“No you won't, cause your little friends told you so.” Looking over her shoulder, she winked at him. “Nice to meet ya, cutie. Tell the others I said bye.”
Noticing that she wouldn’t stop when she reached the end of the corridor, Bucky started to run after her.
But there was no one to catch.
She was gone.
Again.
He could swear he heard laughter in the distance. It was like she was a ghost.
Meanwhile in the woods, or at least in a part that seemed to resist the chaos that the Avengers brought with them, Y/N walked slowly with another cigarette - no one needed to know she got it from a dead soldier.
Fuck them.
She discarded the bloody and destroyed nun clothes, sighing in contentment after finally dressing her own. It took some minutes to pass through the forest and when she reached the town, she rolled her eyes with all the destruction left behind.
Idiots.
She could still hear the chaos at the top of the mountain.
She could still see the chaos even after she got a motorcycle and followed the road out of town.
She could still see the convent engulfed in fire miles away.
Well, it was officially the Avengers mess, after ruining her plans. If she knew right, maybe the case involved Hydra. So, yeah, her part of the job was done.
She wasn't a fucking super hero, that's none of her business.
There was no more dragon.
Fuck, how would she tell Mark that she was probably on the Avengers’ naughty list now?
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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader.
Summary: Y/N doesn’t classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she’s just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it’s difficult when you’re rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it’s cool because it gives her a lot of stories… Until her feet touch New York grounds. It’s all downhill from there.
chapter warnings: none.
When Konshu announced that there was an important mission, Jake thought it would be another gang or a terrorist group, perhaps a theft of objects that humans shouldn't be playing with or even trafficking and clandestine sale of some artefact.
He expected everything except to find a house full of scientific paraphernalia and a girl locked in a dark room. A weapon in the wrong hands, Konshu said harshly, but Jake only saw a girl who had her life stolen and tortured.
A victim.
"Hey, I'm Moon Knight, I'll get you out of here, okay? Kid, can you hear me? Dammit, Steve, I can see she's unresponsive."
The young woman was covered in blood from head to toe, dried blood with clear signs of torture. It didn't take long to remove the iron chains that held her to the ceiling, but it took some work to get her out of the anklets, the shine and quality of the material indicating a high technology.
But nothing could be that simple with his missions. So, Jake felt several punctures in his abdomen and arms as soon as she was freed from the restraints. Red blades hit him with precision. Luckily, he was wearing the suit.
"Shit. She has powers. Couldn't you have warned us, Konshu?"
With no answers from the Egyptian god, with Steve talking too much in their headspace and Marc starting to get worried, Jake needed to act quickly before the situation really got out of control.
He tried to talk to the young woman once more, maybe calm her down with words before taking drastic measures. Maybe Steve could be right once again.
"We're here to help. You're safe now."
But when another red blade came out of the young woman and tried to hit him in the head, Jake knew there was no other option.
He muttered a somber "I'm sorry, kid." before knocking the young woman out in the head.
Sighing heavily, Jake picked her up and left that bizarre place. The night that had once been lit by the moon was now raining heavily, a clear sign of a sudden storm. Jake tried to ignore the strange feeling in his chest, but the news had confirmed that there’d be a week off of dry spell.
“What are we going to do now?” Steve asked in their headspace.
“I’ll put her in the taxi and take her home.” Jake declared.
“Home?” Marc repeated incredulously. “She needs a hospital and the police. We did our part.”
“Lo hecho está hecho.” Jake replied, putting an end to the discussion before it began. “We’re going to adopt the stray while we don’t have answers, pendejo.”
—
Nothing like one day after another. A routine. No big news, the big gossip revolving around who ate whose sandwich that was in the office fridge or that the dog peed on someone’s shoe again.
From Monday to Friday there was no possibility of anything unexpected happening. Everything was safe. Full of rules. Monotonous to the extreme. A 9am to 4pm job, with about an hour for lunch, and the possibility of several trips to get a coffee.
Without the risk of dealing with angry customers since that was the most isolated part of the department. The actual activity was spent the whole day holed up in an office making calls, writing and reviewing paperwork before the deadline. While it’s good that the amount of paper's decreasing, thanks to technology, spending hours on a computer tired her eyes.
Anyway, was it possible to die from being exhausted from the same old thing? Sure, tired from so much work and the same old thing.
She was tempted to shout 'fire' and risk the work safety rules just to get some reaction on that fateful friday. It was at times like that that she, unfortunately, had to agree with Marc. Taking that job was a terrible idea.
Okay, she was making money fast, but at what cost?
However, she couldn't take other people's opinions into consideration, since Marc didn't know anything about the adult life of a mere mortal. Steven, fine, worked at the museum. Jake, maybe, he played cab driver sometimes. But Marc? Good heavens, Marc lived in a reality where his so-called weekly job was to be the fist of a naked bird!
“Necromancer, you can't keep avoiding your destiny.”
“Shit.” Y/N hissed under her breath as she spilled some of her coffee on the office desk, luckily not getting any paper dirty. “I'm bored, but it's not that deep.”
Frowning, she controlled herself from turning in the direction of the voice. It's best to pretend she didn't know it was there so it would go away quickly.
She then glanced discreetly at the computer screen, finding a slightly disfigured lady standing right behind her chair, hovering a few inches off the floor.
Sighing heavily, Y/N finished cleaning up the spilled coffee before drinking the liquid from the mug again. The visits were becoming more frequent, perhaps it was time to change jobs once again.
“Necromancer.”
“Fuck.” Y/N cursed impatiently.
Ignoring the looks from her coworkers, she got up in a hurry, walking to the kitchen in long strides. Pouring the rest of the coffee into the sink, she washed the mug giving up on caffeine.
Knowing that there would be no point in staying there working overtime, she went back to her desk to turn off her computer and grab her bag. She said goodbye to the group still in the office, quickly heading towards the emergency staircase. Going down the five flights of stairs with ease, it didn't take long to reach the small lobby.
She kept her pace fast until she passed through the door, stopping only after she reached the corner of the street to debate if it was better to go home walking or running.
“Necromancer, there’s no point in avoiding your fate.”
“Stop trying to collect a debt that doesn’t belong to me!” Y/N hissed, finally facing the spirit that was still following her.
“Do you really not remember, necromancer?”
She frowned, finding the question confusing. The spirits' behavior was becoming increasingly odd, and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Before she could retort, the spirit disappeared in a blur at the same time she heard footsteps behind her.
“What are you doing standing here alone, bug?”
Turning around, she came face to face with Steven. “Huh, was trying to remember if I left the charger at the office before I went home for good.”
“If you say so,” Steven arched a brow, offering to hold her bag.
“What are you doing here, by the way?” Y/N asked, holding one of his arms before starting to walk again. “Came to make sure that I’m crossing the street safely?”
“Why do you make me feel like a senior father?” Steven lamented, allowing to be pulled by her in the direction of their apartment.
“Cause you guys decided to bring the ‘three men and a baby’ with a twist to real life?” She fired back, a smug smile on her face.
Steven flashed her a huge smile back. “Marc's saying that Jake's a terrible influence on you.”
“He's just saying that because I called him daddy in front of Layla.”
“What?”
“Oh, you didn't know?” Y/N smirked, knowing full well that Marc was still embarrassed. “Saw him trying to dismiss a woman at the door, so I called him daddy to make her uncomfortable and leave. But lo and behold, it was actually Layla.”
“Oh, that's hilarious.” Steven wheezed from how hard he's laughing.
“C'mon, less laughing and more walking.” She sassed him. “Wanna finish our Star Wars marathon this weekend.”
—
Do you really not remember?
Do you remember?
Open your eyes.
Remember.
Remem-
Y/N woke up with a start.
Trying to catch her breath, she noticed the sun had disappeared and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Shit. She fell asleep without planning to.
“My love.”
Y/N’s mind stuttered to a halt, before launching into motion as she quickly turned towards the female’s voice. “Fuck!”
“Eloquent as always, I see,” the woman said.
“Who the fuck are you?” Y/N hissed, grabbing the first thing within reach – her umbrella.
The woman raised her hands, a melancholic smile on her slips. “I was hoping my messengers were wrong, but it really seems you've forgotten.”
“I won't ask you again,” she growled.
“I have many names, some call me Rio.” the woman answered, her voice sweet as honey. “But you, my love, you know me as Death.”
“What?”
“I'm sorry, my love, I know now that you don't have your memories,” the woman, Death, smiled sweetly as she stepped closer. “But we have things to discuss now that you're free.”
Stood frozen, Y/N utterly stunned. “What?”
Death chuckled, snapping her fingers to make the umbrella disappear so she could hold Y/N's hands. “You've made an oath, my love, a long time ago.”
And I came to collect it.
Demonic Domination officially started! You'll notice some references from the mcu and the comics, I'm cooking something here and I really hope you guys like it! The first chapter is the last bit of introduction. So buckle up! From now on, we're going to start the real deal: following around the occultist detective and her harem Y/N Constantine and the gang.
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Sumary: Y/N doesn't classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she's just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it's difficult when you're rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it's cool because it gives her a lot of stories... Until her feet touch New York's ground. It's all downhill from there.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader. platonic!moon knight x reader.
General warnings: +18 romance; angst; fluff; smut; violence; torture; gore; explicit sexual content; not following 100% mcu events; bisexuality; pseudo harem; feelings.
chapter warnings: description of heavy negative feelings.
Hopeless.
She didn't feel anything but hopeless. Yet, she knew how to hide deep inside her. No one around her knew. She walked with a smile on her face, a happy voice, and warm hugs full of support. She couldn't show weakness. No one ever understood her. No one was capable of seeing beyond the act.
The house wasn't really a home. If she didn't abide by their orders, she got a lashing out. Yelling, threats, humiliations, beatings, basic necessities ignored, no money, no kindness. If she behaved like they wanted, she could have a little bit of what the others her age had. For a while, sometimes, she felt lovable.
But everything has a price. Nothing good is really for free. If it isn't money, it's your soul.
She tried leaving that place four times. The first they found the money she was saving and took it. The others were circumstances in life that they took advantage of to bring her down. They kept breaking her emotionally, physically, and mentally. Trying to tame her spirit. She couldn't really die, she tried. Nothing worked it. So she survived and kept fighting a silent battle every day. Pretending everything was fine because no one believed her pleas of help. She worked hard, studying harder. Nothing seemed to flourish. She thought it was a curse.
She was cursed.
And then when she thought she finally would escape that hell hole, she fell sick. They took her to the hospital. Pills that weren't what they said they were. Wires connecting her to machines. And drugs in her veins that left red trails. She wanted to die. She prayed and cried. And she pleaded and begged. But she couldn't die. And something wasn't right.
Everything burned. Everything hurt. Pain so much pain. She never felt that kind of pain, and she was used to different types and levels of pain. She couldn't breathe. Suffocating on despair. It wouldn't stop burning inside out.
Then everything became darkness. She couldn't see anything. Or hear. It was like she was trapped inside a black hole. She lost track of who she was. She forgot their faces, their voices. She forgot the house. She forgot the people who showed temporary veiled sympathy. She forgot the details. She couldn't feel her body. Or think straight. She lost the little things that she tried to call hers. She had nothing to grasp. Nothing but darkness and emptiness.
She became darkness and emptiness.
Then, she was only emptiness trapped in darkness.
For hours. Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
She wasn't herself.
She wasn't her.
She was nothing.
There was nothing.
The darkness became nothing too.
Nothing.
And then a sound.
And an explosion of light.
"Shh, I've got you. You're safe now."
Light. There is so much light.
Burning. Is that what's called light?
Couldn't see. Light burns.
"Hey, I'm Moon Knight, I'll get you out of here, ok? Kid, can you hear me? Dammit, Steve, I can see she's unresponsive."
It hurts. Everything hurts. And burns. Need darkness. It burns. Outside of nothing hurts.
"Shit. She has powers. Couldn't you have warned us, Konshu?"
No. No. Hurts. Burns. Back. Darkness. Where?
"We're here to help. You're safe now."
Help? What's help? Safe? Light hurts. Need... Something? Darkness. It's too much. Hurts. No. No. Not again.
"I'm sorry, kid."
Back to darkness.
She sighed in relief.
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note: hello! the first piece of the puzzle is here! it's not really a glimpse of what's coming in the first chapter, just a little something to start the party. chapter one is coming next month! ☺️✨️
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Y/N "Constantine" — an occult detective that travels around the world solving different types of cases directly related to the unknown. she's secretly a mutant with haemokinesis and can perform a number of magic tricks thanks to her work: elemental control, teleportation, necromancy, and astral projection.
"Well, I can summon the fire directly from hell, but sometimes store brought is fine. Less work, y'know?"
🎧 experiment on me - halsey; hvy mtl drmr - des rocs; blow - jackson wang; my heroine - the maine; mine - uffie; holy - zolita.
Matt Murdock — lawyer, vigilante, former member of the defenders.
"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna ask you some questions. You're gonna answer them. If you're lying to me, trust that I will know... and I will be unhappy."
🎧 bring me to life - evanescence; doing it to death - the kills; i wanna be your slave - måneskin; locked out of heaven - bruno mars.
