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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 7 months

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Sirius Black had had many lovers through all his life. But no one quite like Remus Lupin.

Before Remus, Sirius was a fool. Remus was his best friend and the most amazing person he knew. But their love story would not start yet.

Sirius started getting attention from girls since he was twelve. They stared, pointed, waved and giggled around him. At that time, he didn't want to do anything with the opposite sex. And it was weird. All these girls didn't even know him at all.

Sirius started being interested in girls when he was fourteen. It was easy for Sirius to get girls' attention. He could have the one he chose. But he actually was scared to have a girlfriend. He didn't know what to actually do. He was handsome and cool according to girls but they didn't actually know him. What if they didn't like who he was?

Sirius had his first girlfriend at sixteen. Julie had been his first romance. They met at the Black Family's annual New Year's Party. But she wasn't a pretentious girl, like the ones Orion tried to introduce him. She was quite interesting. They flirted and talked all night. And she kissed him at midnight. Julie was the first girl Sirius actually fancied. He did everything to be with her. But Sirius wasn't actually ready to be in a relationship.

Perhaps Julie had genuinely loved Sirius. And Sirius cared for her a lot. But at the time, he was an immature wanker who only wanted to have fun. And Sirius didn't appreciate her enough.

The next girls were meaningless. One after the other. They only knew the cool Sirius he wanted to show he was. They only saw this handsome, popular, rich lad. And Sirius was fine. He hated his true self. And he didn't want anyone to see him.

But then Remus started everything by kissing him. And Sirius fell in love for the first time. It was scary what he felt for Remus. Not only because he was a boy and Sirius didn't know what that made him. But also because he had never felt this about anyone. It was beautiful and frightening. Remus didn't only care about cool Sirius Black, but the real too. No one knew him like Remus did.

Sirius and Remus had the most passionate kind of love. They gave each other so much, everything without even thinking. They didn't think about consequences or anything else. Just what they felt for each other. Sirius sometimes felt like his heart would explode out of his chest. He loved Remus so much it physically hurt.

Everything was so beautiful. They were at the hype of their love until it went to shit.

Perhaps they moved so fast. But suddenly, living with each other in that flat became too much. Sirius felt trapped when all he wanted to do was be young and free. Sometimes he had to give up plans and parties for his clingy jealous boyfriend. They fought a lot and tried to fix it with meaningless sex. There was no more passion, no more comfort, no more affection. Sirius stopped recognizing Remus. He wasn't his precious Moony anymore.

Breaking up with Remus was the most difficult decision he had ever done. It took him a long time to make, and even longer to do. And when it was done, it hurt him like nothing else. Nothing had made him suffer this much.

Forgetting Remus was even harder. What came after him, were stupid drunk hook ups, mistakes and disappointments in love.

Sirius fell in love twice after Remus.

The first one was Gideon Prewett. James worked with his brother Fabian and it wouldn't be long till they met. Gideon gave Sirius the wildness of a young life. Gideon was a party person, experienced, free of commitment. And Sirius loved how he felt around him. Gideon made him feel the most powerful and beautiful bloke on earth. But Gideon didn't want anything serious. He used Sirius for partying and sex. And Sirius was fine with that. Because he didn't want anything either. Not after Remus. Not again. But that was before he fell for Gideon.

It was like a stupid crush with the school popular jock. Sirius loved how fascinating Gideon was. But he knew nothing was going to happen between them. Gideon was closeted with his family still. Nice Molly and perfect Fabian didn't know their brother was gay, or that he was a freaking wanker.

When Sirius dared to confess his feelings, Gideon laughed.

"I thought you said this was just for fun, Sirius. That you didn't want anything ... This was amazing until you fucked it up with feelings"

Sirius' heart was broken. He had experienced an unreciprocated love for the first time and it hurt.

The second time Sirius fell in love was with Abby... Oh Abby... She wasn't easy. Abby was getting internet famous for her beauty and fascinating voice. A celebrity.

Sirius saw her singing when he went to a bar with his friends and he was hooked. The first time he tried to talk to her, she completely ignored him.

"Sirius Black... I bet no one had ever reject you in your life..." Well, that was true "Maybe it is time someone does, don't you think?"

It became a fun game to chase after her. Sirius had to look for her number and be creative with ways to ask her out. She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in his life. And every time she rejected him, he wanted her more. He finally understood the whole fascination James used to have with Evans back at school.

Sirius had to wait patiently for a date. And later a kiss. And worst for sex. But every second of it was worth it.

Their relationship was perfect at first. Sirius became those assholes he used to hate. Using cheesy pet names and using a baby voices with her. But hell he was in love.

But Sirius slowly began changing without even realizing it.

Sirius did everything Abby told him because he wanted to please her. And because she could make him feel very bad and guilty in a second. At first he thought it was healthy to exercise with her and stop eating and drinking unhealthy things. But then she started telling him what to wear. How long to keep his hair.

Sirius convinced himself he was changing for the better, that love was making him better.

Abby was a social butterfly with her friends but she always seemed uncomfortable with Sirius' friends.

Sirius didn't see a bad sign not even when Walburga liked her. Walburga now divorced from Orion and back from Paris, wanted to mend things with her sons. Abby thought it was a brilliant idea.

"I know you have a dubious past with your mother, Sirius. But she is trying... Give her a chance"

Walburga was happy that Sirius had found himself a nice girl. Of course, she had hated all of Sirius' male partners so far. Especially Remus. But Abby seemed to be perfect.

Sirius didn't like what he was becoming. Abby was turning him exactly in what his parents had expected from him. Sure, it felt nice kind of getting along with his mother. But he wasn't being himself.

"7 years ago..." his phone showed him a video of Remus. It was shaking and overwhelming to see young Remus' face again. In the video, Remus was asleep.

"Look at my beautiful Moony sleeping... Isn't he adorable?"

His hair was wild and lovely, just the way Sirius used to adore.

"Sirius,..." Remus moaned "Let me sleep"

Sirius giggled "But the world deserves to see this..."

"The world?" Remus opened his eye "Sirius! Are you recording?"

There was struggle with the camera. And a few laughters.

"I swear to God, Sirius!" Remus protested "You are always with that camera"

Now Sirius was pointing at the two of them, lying next to each other in bed. Young Sirius was looking at Remus as if he was the most precious thing.

"I want to remember these moments forever"

Remus smiled, still with sleepy eyes. He gave Sirius a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

They kissed again.

"Now put that camera away!" Remus pushed it.

Sirius laughed "Okay..."

That was when the video ended. And Sirius from the present had tears in his eyes. Sirius loved Abby. But she would never make him feel what Remus did. No one would. And God, he was so happy back then... What had happened to that Sirius? Who was this person replacing him?

Sirius decided to break up with Abby the next day. Even if it cost him because he still loved her. He quit his boring job, and he took his leather jacket and his baby motorcycle from the garage. As well as all his old art supplies. He wasn't as happy as when he drew or painted. He was going to do it again. He was going to get that old Sirius Black back.

"I broke up with Abby..." Sirius' eyes still filled with tears.

"Oh..."

"You are the first person I tell" Sirius added "I don't want to tell my friends because they are going to tell me 'I told you so', you know?"

"Are you okay?"

Sirius could see the relief in his brother's eyes. Even if they were in a video call.

"Tell me the truth, Reggie" Sirius asked "Are you glad I broke up with her? Did you actually like her?"

Regulus was quiet for a while.

"I found her annoying and superficial" Regulus said

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you looked happy"

"As happy as I was with Remus?"

"Woah..."

"What?"

"I haven't heard you say his name in a while...That's all"

Sirius was silent.

"I think I haven't seen you as happy as you were with him"

Still Sirius didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to get back with him?"

Sirius swallowed "It doesn't matter what I want... Remus is dating someone else... Perfect Grant... He is so much better for Remus than me... It doesn't matter..."

"Okay, Sirius..."

"I think I need to be by myself for a while... Find myself again"

"That's good"

Sirius had been realizing lately that everyone wanted him or loved him for being handsome, or a Black, or fun to be around. Not because of who he really was. Only Remus did that. Sirius hadn't been more himself as he was with Remus. But it was too late for them now.

Remus had moved on. And Sirius would never get him out of his head. The moon and the Stars. Sirius had seeked for another moon during this time. But the moon was the moon, there was only one.

Sirius wondered if he would ever see Remus again.

#This is very Invisible String and This Love vibes #Those two songs always make me think of Wolfstar #The moon and the stars #Soulmates #Don't worry they will fall in love again #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

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lovely-necromancy · 2 years

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The Moon and The Stars Ch.1

Not enough Moon Knight fanfic out here especially anything domestic so I wrote one.

Relationship: Marc Spector/Reader, Steven Grant/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

Summary: It's funny to think that people are so quick to dismiss the existence of magic and witchcraft despite proof of literal gods having been on Earth and fighting in favor of it before.

Didn't matter that the surviving Asgardians were sheltered on a small coast near New Zealand, didn't even matter that aliens existed. No, the thought that magic was actually real was just too far fetched. Your cards no more than a mere party trick. It was hard not to roll your eyes at the ideal – had magic not been real you wouldn't be here right now. Across the pond all the way in London, chasing down a not yet friendly face to help you locate your misplaced son, who has come from some time in the future, only having less than basic and more than cryptic information sent to you from your future self leaving you to relay a little too heavily on the cards to guide you through this predicament.

Love strikes when you least expect it, really it hits when you’re distracted. Now you’re juggling building a home with a man you’ve just met and a son you’ve yet to have.

Sitting on the bus in the early hours of the morning wasn't something you'd experienced for nearly a decade sense moving from your home town right after graduation. Moving to Manhattan everything had been so close together you pretty much walked to where you needed to go, only ever riding the bus or using the metro when you'd gone out grocery shopping or out with friends. But nothing this early, or this long. Though that isn't really saying much because you don't have a life outside of work given you're still trying to regroup after the snap. Loosing five years hadn't been fun, coming back to a world in more turmoil than when you'd left even less so.

Many had at least come home to familiar faces, but you had ended up loosing more than you saw. Closing your eyes you focus on the loud hum of the motor as the bus speeds through the street. This last minute trip had gotten your nerves fried as it was, no need to upset yourself further by thinking of the colossal shit show that happened on Titan and the subsequent bullshit that followed. All the pain and mourning – all the despair and fear; you breathe out through your mouth cutting off any further thought. You had so many thoughts and feelings about this, and no matter how many times you processed them they were still loud and aggressive. Today was not the day to deal with it though.

As a distraction you look on out at the unfamiliar scenery speeding by, you try to relax and focus on the present situation.

Currently you are on a bus in London, having just gotten on at the airport you still have your carry on pack with you. It was all you took, you needed to travel light for this excursion. Maybe you packed too light now that you thought on it; only two outfits, your chargers, tarot deck, and a few things for a make shift altar. There wasn't any indication on how long you'd be staying but you figured by the end of the week at latest you'd be back home.

Taking out the deck from your bag you remain hyper vigilant of the road even with the sparse traffic. A habit you never broke out of growing up.

While keeping your eyes on the street you began to shuffle your deck. It was an idle stim developed from years of repetition – if the cards had something to say they'd find a way to let you know. And it's something you were counting on as the sun rose above the skyline and more and more passengers got on the bus and on about their mundane days.

It's funny to think that people are so quick to dismiss the existence of magic and witchcraft despite proof of literal gods having been on Earth and fighting in favor of it before. Hell, New York has specific signs in case of Thor damage, even though the ex-avenger isn't Earth bound anymore many stayed up as a reminder in case he ever sought to visit.

Passengers cycle through as the drive continues, no one ever paying you any mind as you shuffle the deck of cards in your hands. Not even the bus driver who remembers you getting on at their earliest stop but can't place if you'd gotten off yet.

Still you wait.

And it'll be a few more stops before anticipation starts to itch under your skin, your stomach is in knots and you're ready to jump off at the next stop.

The Magician jumps from the deck.

Looks like the next stop is yours. Sure you're willing to admit you may have influenced the cards on that one with your restless energy but anything to get out in the open and stretch your legs again.

Stepping from the bustling sidewalk and backing yourself into an alley you look around at everything near you trying to get your intuition to guide you. A heavy worn sigh leaves you as nothing in particular seems to spark the urge to follow after. You've followed the clues well enough so far but they weren't the greatest to begin with it took a whole hour to decipher you needed to be in London. Unsure if the distorted information was a drawback of time line details or your own future hubris, you pack the cards away and switch out some cash to pick up lunch.

The only thing calling out is the sandwich cart by the fountain and your stomach is answering that call.

At least one thing was in your favor, the cart had a veggie humus wrap that was to die for. If you did end up staying longer than a day you'd have to remember to come back to the stand. Maybe you should get another for later, the vegetables seemed really fresh and it was delicious. It'd make a good offering for later, you didn't really bring a peace offering and hadn't had much chance to look anything up online. Pairing it with a nice wine might be a smart move, wine was normally pretty well received from what you gathered. Hopefully it would suffice, you really are just flying by the seat of your pants here.

The stand attendant gives you a look once you find yourself back at his counter. Ordering another veggie wrap you ask, “Hey, I'm actually visiting a friend in town, it's a little short notice so I wanted to get her an apology wine. Is there anywhere near by?”

Rolling his eyes as he wraps up your order he makes a few gestures along with an odd remark that you somewhat gleam are directions to just go up the street. It's about one and you're moderately sure a slight deviation won't hurt, after all if time was really of the essence you'd think you'd five more concrete locations and descriptions.

Not send yourself to London in hopes of finding a woman, at least you hope she's currently an adult and not a child, named Layla with “Hair so beautiful you'd never miss her.” Those were your exact words. Apparently that's all the clues you thought you'd need to locate the biggest ally in finding the missing time jumper. Christ future you is such an asshole.

A small hopeful thought rises in the back of your head, 'Layla will find you, she's a fellow witch. She must've gotten her own message.'

It's with a big inhale you enter the wine shop, which is an awful move considering the stinging smell of the fermented juice crowding the store. Especially the overly sweet smelling assortment of varying colors greeting you on the display table as you walk by.

You don't know much about wine but you know that a floral wine feels about right. It's amazing that intuition can aid you in picking out a wine but not in finding another witch. You do your best to keep the sour look off your face as you distinguish between the two best options in front of you – bitter about your lack of skills in your craft.

A sales woman takes pity on your stumped expression, reading it as frustration over wine choices.

“Looking for yourself or a get together dear?”

A glance at the woman, “For a friend, a new one – not sure which she'd like more.”

She gives a nod, “Well which ones are we looking at? Might be ones we sample.”

“I don't,” you brush off her offer, “But I think it's between the lavender and the honey wine. I was leaning more towards a red though.” You say as your eyes dart between the two, an itch in the deepest part of your chest saying it's one of the two.

“Oh sorry dear, neither of those two are red wines. The lavender's more a blush – and actually that honey one's a mead. In the wrong spot too if you don't mind.” the older woman excuses herself as she reaches past you to pick up the bottle and reveal a willow white wine underneath. Whatever the hell that is.

“Yea, mead would be too thick then. I'll take the lavender thanks.” you nod to her and she follows you to check out. Weird to not get carded but nice to avoid the 'oh you were snapped' conversation.

After securely nestling the bottle into your pack you were back on the hunt. London isn't the biggest city out there but traveling on foot and bus alone really makes things tedious.

Then there's the chance she's a home body who you won't run into on the street. Or what if she's already out of the country?

There's an uneven half wall along the sidewalk, you take a seat as you ground yourself freeing your mind of the negative thoughts. With a hum you take off your necklace, a simple charm you got off a candle a couple months back hung on a cheap chain. It made a quick pendulum after your last four crystal ones fucked off into the void, no matter where you'd set them down they always went missing. But this celestial charm on a janky piece of chain never got lost. A crescent moon facing a sun all held within a four point star.

Like always passers by didn't spare a glance to you – like they didn't see you. Which they probably couldn't given the shield you set up around yourself. While normally you tried not blocking people out you couldn't risk drawing too much attention to your intentions with a time traveler on the loose.

Steadying your breathing you begin interrogation the pendant.

'Show me yes.' with the thought the charm began moving in a straight line back and forth.

'Now no.' And the charm slowly began to move in circles.

Asking once more for 'yes' resulted in the same straight line movement as before, now you started asking the real questions.

'Is Layla in London?' a straight line.

'Can you point me in the direction of Layla?' another straight line.

There's always some doubt in you when it comes to this method since you're still very new to this form of divination. Tossing in a question you know the answer to in order to get a 'no' response helps ease your nerves.

'Am I a Mets fan?' a stupid question considering you hold no baseball loyalties but it does work in getting a circle as a response.

The pit in your stomach fills with the reassurance that you're still on the right track. But you still can't shake the anxiety that's nawing away in anticipation for the next.

'Will you lead me to Layla?' a harsh swinging of back and forth starts before you've fully finished the question.

Taking that as the resounding yes that it was you hop off the wall and ask your pendant to guide you through the city.

Chain secured around your neck and the charm floated up allowing you to follow where it pointed. You would have looked absolutely mental if you'd been allowing anyone to actually see you. But as it was your force fields were staying up until you deemed it safe, or needed to interact with someone. Normally you'd never worry or even bother with this sort of thing. With the rise of enhanced individuals in the world and the need for “heroes” governments and other sanctions are swooping in and “recruiting” anyone they find left and right. And after what happened on Titan it's safe to say no one needs uncontrolled access to time travel.

Which is why you're paranoid enough to hoist a barrier around your self. The last thing you want is to slip up and have someone find out about a loose time traveler and set their eyes on such a hot ticket commodity. You'll be damned before you knowingly let someone with that power get exploited, much less your own son. You just really need to send him back to his own timeline where it's safer for him....hopefully.

It's been a few hours and it seems as though your necklace is leading you in circles – at one point literally swinging in circles around your neck. That or Layla has gotten lost on her way to her destination a few times. She's been on the move since you started tracking her, it's a wonder how she's moving so quickly, a bike maybe? When the necklace finally stops moving and is stationary long enough for you to follow it in one solid direction, it's lef you to an art gallery. Your interest is piqued and had this been any other time you'd have enjoyed taking a tour through the museum. As it stood now you need to find a lost child, and to do that you had to find a woman with curly hair called Layla.

What on Earth has your life come to?

The attendant manning the tickey booth did warn you, the museum would close in about an hour and that that had no effect on the price of admission, before you bought your ticket. You deal with the general public enough to understand they are covering their ass and not just being nice to a tourist by giving you the warning.

“No worries, meeting a friend here anyhow.” you say handing a few bills over.

The attendant brushes it off with a simple 'ah' erasing you from their mind after bidding you a pleasant visit.

Settling inside the galley you see it's an odd set up for an art museum as it seems loans of actual Egyptian artifacts were made, hell some of these looked to be fall on exhibit collections. You could argue relics were the modern art at one point but a full on sarcophagus was where you drew the line on art. Either things in England are done much differently than in the states or whoever was in charge of this really dropped the ball on what they got loaned to the art museum.

With only an hour before close and a now stationary pendant, it had stopped floating just as you set foot onto the stairs, you decide to stakeout the entrance and wait for people to start leaving. Given the way she ran about town you highly doubt the woman works for the museum and by the slack security team you passed on your way in you don't think she's their overeager night shift guard. If this place even has one of those.

What better place to stake out in than the gift shop. Centrally located with big windows that peer out over most of the entrance hall, the position is perfect. Fiddling with an oracle coin to calm your nerves as you watch a few families enter and meander about the gift shop before concluding their day out. Watching the doors like a hawk, or at least you'd been trying to had the hippo plush on the shelf a little ways away from you not been distracting you. It's like it was trying to say something but you just heard a static ringing, making it hard to concentrate on anything besides the adorably sewn faces staring at you.

It was a little odd that of several other dolls that you'd seen with similar expressions it was only the hippo who kept stealing your attention. Soon the static started to go through a range of frequencies and it was like whispered murmurs of 'Layla' were buzzing through your ears. Maybe Layla was supposed to show up and purchase one of these and you simply had to wait for that. Either that or the doll was simply called Layla and you'd been following around a shipment of these without even noticing.

Yea totally normal and mundane answers – not at all possible that this has now turned into an Annabelle situation where Layla's soul was attached to one of these and you'd then have to carry around a possessed doll in order to find a child and look absolutely mad talking to a doll for the entirety.

Your min runs wild with all these possibilities sometimes and one of these days you are going to manifest some weird fucking shit into your life, not like this situation isn't out there though. You really hope this doll is just called Layla, at the very least. Walking closer to the display you search for some plaque or tag, any identifier for the toy – just something that will give you any clue to the strange connection you feel for this hippo. There doesn't seem to be one, which seems an odd choice but given the extended gee of capitalism, you're willing to be it has more to do with trapping unsuspecting parents into the sale when they've already promised their children the toy and can't back out after hearing the price lest there is a massive tantrum over it.

Just as you were going to roll your eyes, a voice startles you so hard that you're sure your soul nearly detached from your body.

“Uh, sorry didn't mean to startle you, yea? ….Just it – saw you were looking at Taweret pretty hard. D'you need any help with getting one down?”

Hand pressed firmly against your chest to calm your embarrassingly erratic heart rate you felt a warmth encase your cheeks as you met the warmest brown eyes to ever belong to a human. This man looked like the pure personification of a shy puppy. It was so clear he really hadn't meant to scare you, his hunched posture and head down said it all – the stance and expression was identical to a kicked puppy.

When you finally settle enough to speak you manager a weak, “Yeah?” and though it sounded muffled and more like a question than a statement the man didn't mind.

The curly haired man simply reaches past you, plucking one off the shelf and holding it out for you. It's strange that he'd offered assistance for something well within your reach but when you notice his name tag pinned to his jacket you figure he's just doing his job. Or trying to make up for the scare he gave you, which was more on you for being so caught up in your thoughts to not have clocked him coming up behind you like that.

I appreciate it, Steven.” you smile taking the offered plush and now it's Steven's turn to look embarrassed, clearly not used to such genuine thanks.

“No trouble really, after all it's my job.” he says about as awkwardly as a human can manage the whole time fumbling with his hands trying to find a suitable placement for them.

In doing so you're able to catch a glimpse of his wrist watch, you still have over half an hour to go, and you feel that staying in the gift shop is the right call to finding Layla. But now it feels like you might need more of a reason to stay. Looking down at the plush in your hands you ask.

“Do...do you happen to know anything about Taweret? Making small talk was never your strongest suit but maybe you can stall long enough that you'd see someone striking leave the museum.

Looking back at Steven it seems you chose the tpic correctly because of the distinct glimmer shinning in his eye – the one people get when they're talking about things they love, well at least you'll enjoy this next half hour. It'll be refreshing to talk to someone who filled with passion and not just a civil response of patterned answers. Back home you tend to hype up the kids too much, so you'll have to try and reign in your energy for the upcoming info dump you know you're about to receive. Figures an Egyptology nerd would be working here, wonder ig he had anything to do with the exhibits on display or if it was simply luck that they found their way here. Maybe a bit of both judging by how decked out this gift shop was with its Egyptian themes. Hell, even little jelly candies sat on the counter displaying themselves proudly. Well you can't really fault the man for following his happiness.

“Yes! I mean yea, a bit – well a lot. Ah, where should start, to be honest it'd be easier to say – wait how much d'you know about the Egyptian gods?” his enthusiasm has you grinning and you can feel the control you had on your hype man energy waning.

Steven's eyes briefly flicker up behind you, he makes eye contact with his reflection giving it a sort of disgruntled pout before shaking his head and focusing on you when you start speaking.

“I've gotten a brief run down from the Kane Chronicles, then there's Egyptology: Search for the Tomb of Osiris. That's always a hit with the kids and I love recommending the 'ology' series to them, they're classic starters you know? Aside from that my study of Egyptian gods is lacking, was more of the Greek Mythos kid myself.” you joke, giving a little sway of your head with the last bit.

“So you're a librarian.” he said it with such enthusiasm that you felt bad shutting it down.

Brown eyes lock above your pout face once more, Steven gives a little gesture as if to say 'see?'.

“Uh, oh not exactly. Just a clerk but my specialties ate the children's events and getting the youths more involved with reading, as dying of a pass time as it is.”

Unlike most, Steven doesn't give you eyes full of pity or disinterest when you tell him your actual position, instead he keeps the same enthusiasm as when he called you a librarian.

“Honestly, same thing. Keeping communities involved and books circulating sounds like a librarian's task.” it's such a sweet sentiment and one you hadn't thought of. It wasn't often that the paywall standing in front of the title got to you. But occasionally you did think on how it was such bullshit that it was now needed a Bachelor's of Science to keep inventory of books and their condition. When it was technically everyone's job to do so.

You're fairly certain Ms. Patrice hadn't even had a degree. The old woman had just been grandfathered into the position after that requirement got implemented. And she never cared for it when hiring staff.

“You're right, but it's one of those letiougious things, the semantics don't matter to me I enjoy my job.” Nodding, more to yourself than to Steven, you get things back on track, “You were saying about Taweret...”

“Right, well if we just talk about her specifically in simple terms; she's a very protective goddess who oversees most aspects of life, from birth all the way to guiding the deceased in the afterlife. Some even believed she could help with reincarnating the shut if it didn't cross over properly. But that concept only popped up a couple of hundred years after...” Steven trailed off as he looked at you.

Once you noticed, you looked around wondering if maybe an actual customer came in that he needed to help. But you were still alone in the gift shop.

“Is something wrong?”

Nothing's wrong, you just haven't told him to shut up or lost interest in what he was saying. It's unusual that Steven gets the chance to really go in detail with Egyptology. He's been thrown for a loop, he's so used to being shot down before this point or called out for “pretending” to be a tour guide. The change of pace is refreshing and really put a bit of wind back into his sails after such a long day.

“I just um lost my train of thought...” a lie of course but how was he suppose to get across that he'd gotten flustered over a cute librarian who seemed to actually take interest in what he had to say.

'Dude, you're loosing' 'em.' a quick glance to his reflection in the glass window of the shop shows Jake leaning back while nodding in your direction, you who's still expectantly and patiently waiting for him to continue. With a small tilt of your head and furrow of your brow that leaves his mouth a little dry.

“Where was I?” he chuckles.

You're a blessing as you take pity on the man's nerves and answer encouragingly, “About how Taweret's connection to reincarnation was possibly retconed.”

A new voice enters the conversation causing you both to turn and look at it's owner, “More like they didn't realize Taweret's full potential for a while.”

Walking up to you both was a woman with the most perfectly placed curls you'd ever seen. A brief moment of jealousy passes through you but soon is washed away by admiration for her. It's obvious to you that this is Layla and now you understand why future you couldn't say much. She's like a goddess who walks on Earth, you wouldn't even know where to start with describing her and even then you don't think words would suffice. Gods your a simp, and it seems you'll stay a simp well into the future.

Your hunch is confirmed as Steven greets her, “Hello Layla, what brings you around?” his tone is even and relaxed though there's an underlying wariness to it.

She glances at you and gives a small smile, if you hadn't determined you were already friend-zoned in the future you may have tried to shoot your shot, before she looks back to Steven, “Waiting for your shift to end, we had plans tonight...”

The drawl at the end isn't lost on you that she's come up with that on the fly, you assume she's trying to get Steven's help with the situation. Though you never mentioned anyone else, then again you also did ask Matt to keep an eye out at home in case the kid turned up there looking for you – it's possible Layla was just covering her bases as well before diving into the search. The coin you'd been flipping before your encounter with Steven began rest heavily in your hand. With a glance to the man who's eyes are currently flickering across the museum seemingly scanning the crowd you flip the coin.

'Should we let Steven in?'

Catching the coin, the side displaying 'yes' is shining in the artificial light.

Layla had been watching you, having caught the movement of the coin flipping she turned her focus to you rather than the conversation she wasn't privy to. When you lock eyes with her you have to build up a little confidence to get your words out.

You really hadn't rehearsed or even thought of what you were going to say once you did find Layla. Half hoping she'd spot you first and just take you along for the ride while she handled things.

“Is this about the time jumper?”

From the reflection Marc can see the way Layla tenses up in surprise ar your question. Her eyes clouding a bit with uncertainty before asking, “How do you know about that?”

Marc has no idea what's going on, and judging by the faces of the other two neither do they. Was there a memo sent out that they didn't receive?

“My future self contacted me last night and told me to find you, pleasure to meet you by the way – have a feeling we'll be good friends. Anyway they said we'd have better luck tracking the kid down together.”

He's lucky Steven hadn't been facing the other way to focus on him and Jake in the reflection of the display glass behind him, because the sheer amount of force he fronted with would have given their body whiplash for sure.

“What the fuck did I just hear – and why are you not more surprised?” looking between you and Layla he can't piece together if this is some sort of prank. But you don't look familiar, so he doesn't think you're one of Layla's friends or at least not one he met when they were together – which would make involving you in a prank make sense.

Your wide eyes stare at him after the accent and overall vibe change of the sweet gift shop clerk. That was a decidedly not English accent and his features were more stern than before, a little more tired than as well.

“Guessing future self didn't mention him?” you shake your head.

Marc is still confused and looking to Layla for answers. Answers she doesn't have just yet but looking at you she figures she'll get them soon enough.

She gives him a shrug, “Finish up Steven's shift, he'll be pissed if you get him fired again. I'll see what more than can tell me and we'll fill you in along the way.”

Layla didn't need to motion for you to follow her outside, you would've been right behind her either way, she acted like she knew what she was doing so you'd trust her. There was reason your were told to find her after all and what better reason than she's the boss, the brains of the operation. Marc could only watch confused and concerned as you trailed behind Layla like some stray, it was only when you realized you were still toting around the plush and came toddling back to place it back on the shelf that Steven was able to front again and finish out his shift.

Still just as confused and in the dark as Marc was – at least you were nice, they don't meet too many like you, especially not recently.

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