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My Jewel (Moonknight x Reader)
Summary: You have the power so whenever you touch something, you see it's history. You import and officialize things to museums, as of late, you've been with the British museum. One night while your loading things up and touching each thing, you get disturbed by many of their pasts. The power is very draining.
But you're not alone that night. not by a long shot.
Chapter One + Ideas:
Chapter One:
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Every turn down the street was engraved in your mind, as well as every lyric of your favorite band that played over the radio, your head bobbing along and fingers drumming against the wheel.
The truck moving to your command bumped and rattled through the streets until the glowing lights of the Great British Museum came into view, though you weren't a tourist or just cruising around for the sights.
No, you came here to deliver something - many things in fact, for the newest exhibit of Egyptian mythology. It was all quite exciting stuff really, what with the gods, the curses, the languages and symbols, the era, the clothes, the culture itself fascinated you, as did most things you were tasked to ship late into the night.
But this one always held a special place in your heart, for your ancestors had once lived in Egypt and survived the plagues and worshipped the gods, only to then die off and travel throughout the globe. You'd been living in Britain for a while after traveling due to your job and rather...interesting set of skills, though you had friends everywhere that would let you crash by anytime.
Getting back on track with the final turn into a back alley that led to the loading docks in the back, you stuck your arm out to rest on the side of your door as you looked behind you, parking the truck at the appropriate distance.
Outside waited a tired looking woman with strawberry blonde hair and a dull blue button-up. She waved for you to stop and gave a thumbs up in the setting sun, smiling as you hopped out of the truck and approached her.
"Evening, Ms. Lila," you greeted, tipping your chin to the young woman.
"Good evening Mx. L/n." You rolled your eyes and started unlocking the back, lowering the ramp and letting it clamor to the ground once it got close enough.
"How many times do I gotta tell you, it's just Y/n." You sighed, the lilt in your voice an occurance due to living in many places for years, your accent never seemed to sit still.
"And how many times have I told you just Lila?" She put her hands on her hips, cocking a brow. You held up your gloved hands in surrender.
"You got me there. Now, mind getting the door?" She was quick to secure the double doors wide open, giving you enough room to haul the crates inside. Once they got too big for you to carry, you loaded them up on a dolly to roll them inside the store room filled with artifacts just begging to be let into the light encased by glass.
Repeating this process at least a dozen times, you take out a clipboard and begin to check everything off, walking through the rows of crates, metal, and straw beneath the dim lights.
Walking back to the exit, Lila stood there as usual, her long shifts showing to be weary by the deepening bags beneath her eyes. You smiled softly and tucked the board beneath your arm.
"Welp, that's it for today." You announced, about to lock up your truck again.
"And you saw to it all?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"With my own hands." You nodded, adjusting the gloves like you always did when they're mentioned. "G'night Ms. Lila-"
"Oh, I almost forgot! The boss wants you to check out some artifacts we found a few weeks ago, wants to make sure their verified and all that. They're supposed to be on display in less than a month." She rambled, twirling a piece of her hair. You glanced at your watch before then looking to the sky, stars shining and the moon hanging in the sky like a blooming flower.
Not like you had anywhere else to be besides your bed.
"Alright." You shrugged, heaving up the ramp of your truck before pinning and locking it, attaching the keys to your belt. "But then the both of us should be getting home, I have f/f calling my name!"
She chuckled at your exclamation, closing the loading doors and leading you through the storage doors and down the halls, passing by other exhibits you managed to catch peeks of before moving on.
"She's keeping them in her office so they aren't confused with the official ones, just to be sure."
"Good to know." You hum, glancing at the banner advertising the Egyptian area soon to come. You adjusted the collar of your short-sleeved button up as you passed a glass case, seeing your crooked reflection.
Soon enough, another door appeared with a plaque labeling the room within for staff members only. Mere feet away was the gift shop, and you were tempted to pop in and see if they had another keychain for your collection.
Being led into a room with typical things you'd expect a museum director to have - paintings, awards, the works - Lila walked behind the mahogany desk and towards the wall where crates were stacked up to the ceiling, much like the ones you hauled in and out of buildings every day.
Picking one out carefully from the shelf, she set it in the open space before you, removing the lid with ease. You smiled at her, removing your gloves with your teeth and folding them in your pocket. Reaching down, you cradled the object in your hands - a statue of some deity or something, you weren't quite sure with the fading features and pigments.
Staring at the artifact, taking in every inch of its stone, you brushed your fingertips over the surface, images appearing behind your eyes like they were being projected onto a movie screen. Lips parted in a silent gasp, you could see, smell, feel the memories this stone held. The blood, the sun, the sand, the strokes of a brush, the cooling of paint, the grubby hands handling the object for hundreds of years. It held a history you could only pray would be shared accurately.
Blinking away the remains of your vision, you laid the artifact down in its bed of straw, staring at it a moment longer in awe. Glancing up, you could see Lila looking from the object to you, wonder in her tired eyes. She always loved watching you work when she could, she said it was enchanting to see the glow of your eyes, said that if she concentrated hard enough, she could see the reflection of what you saw.
"Well?" She prompted, voice soft to match her smile. She was always patient, having been here with you a few times before. You'd been working with the museum for almost a year, enjoying everything you were able to verify and experience. Everything was almost always stolen, yes, but then again, when is it not?
"It's real." You said, rubbing at your eyes with one hand, and grabbing for your gloves with the other.
"Oh, I'm sorry but- we have a few more." She informed you pulling down three more crates and marking the one you had just touched. You sighed softly, nodding for her to continue and tucked your gloves back in your back pocket.
You ran your hands over each artifact - blood being a common denominator, as you had come to find early on in your discovery of power. The first peice was a necklace layered in beads, jewels, and intricately woven threads of gold and hair. It had had a luxurious life in temples and beneath the shades of leaves and fans, servants and slaves taking good care of it until it was snatched from its owners neck in death, and brought across the world throughout the centuries.
The next was a carved slate, meant as a letter of love of it's time. It was tragic in the sense that all love was - declared forever and passed down, but never mortal as were those who harbored it. By the time it's story was told to your soul, tears were pricking your eyes and Lila took the object away gently with concern lacing her words.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah," you sniffed, rubbing at your eyes harshly and taking a deep breath. "Yeah, just. It was beautiful." You murmured, looking warily at the last box on the desk. She hummed as if she understood, and opened the final crate.
It took a bit of ruffling around, but once you moved enough straw to the side, you found the token laying wrapped in its own cord. Attached to a leather cord no longer than a foot was a scratched and sunkissed facet holding an otherwise smooth stone riddle with holes.
You only had a second to take in its simple makings before it threw you into anothers world. The world of Egypt. The world of death.
Gasping around the hot air that brushed against you, you saw faces you felt you should now, battles you felt you had fought, deaths you felt you had delt. You were surrounded by it - death. But you were also entrapped by birth, by change, by- by those who carried and passed you down as an heirloom.
Blood coated your body, water washed it way with just as match force.
Gentle and rough hands held you dearly, cold and warm skin laid bare to your metal.
A light, ever present, determined to clash with the darkness, fighting with it's tendrils and sharing its rays to burn. A silhouette approaches, arms outstretched, welcoming, becoming, pulling you closer until-
(There's a climactic past to the artifact, but just before it reaches a big reveal a crash is heard, and you jump back to reality with a start. Steven had knocked down a tower of empty boxes, but you said the artifacts were official enough. Though for some reason you didn't want to part with it.
As you leave, you see the Steven, and help him stack the boxes back up, a keychain you had been looking for for almost a year catching your eye. It'd be the one to complete your collection.
You buy it.)
Ideas:
You lived a bit more than most, given your powers.
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A comet had landed not so far outside an old Egyptian site, it's radiating magic discovered by one of your ancestors, the skills passed down every other generation. You just so happened to be the lucky one.
But once you come into contact with the burial site, your powers enhance, and you meet and get advice from your ancestors.
Gordon: Some of Joker's guys tried to rob a shipment of Ace Chemicals. My guys got an anonymous tip, most likely from those responsible for this, saying where they are and that the situation has been handled. And to also bring a few ambulances.
Batman: Scans the scene. Paramedics are treating men with clown face paint. Cops are struggling to cut down tied-up men in ridiculously high places. Some were receiving emergency surgery.
Batman: Any idea who did this?
Gordon: Figured it wasn't your squad. Hands Batman a note. It reads, 'Courtesy of Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends. P.S., sorry about the blood.
Batman: Turns to some of the thugs.
Thug 1: The Devil... The Devil is in Gotham. He's come for us all!
Thug 2: It was like fighting three different people at once. One moment he was throwing baterangs at us and the next he was caving our fucking skulls in.
Thug 3: I don't know how he did it. He was like ten feet away. I shot him. I should have hit him. But when I fired, he was in my face. And he made fun of me!
hello again mothboxes....I have another request c:
This subsystem was a system in source""
With Marc Spector / Steven Grant
You can use any or all of these me no care okay thank you
Hello again castilian constellation...
(ID 1-4: "This subsystem was a system in source")
If we had a nickel for every Marc Spector/Stephen Grant/Moonknight Subsystem we've met, we'd have two nickles! Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice right?
Our psys has a subsys with the same source, and they were literally fronting last night
If you want different colors, I still have all the layers! Just lmk
Also have a meme for your trouble:3
(ID 5: "Bugs when you lift up a rock")
It's the only thing I can think looking at this photo
