A/N - last chapter guys:(( && please don't hate me for adding something to the story line in this chapter 😭. however, i hope you've enjoyed this story so far my beloved readers! couldn't of done it without any of you ♡

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Marc's eyes fluttered open and was greeted by the ceiling of Steven's apartment. He sits up a little bit on his elbows, looking around confused, hair a bit messy and tangled. His eyes land on (Y/N)'s dog, who was awake and drinking out of his water bow.

Marc felt himself get thirsty looking at this, and reaches over to grab the glass on his bedside table. He drinks from the glass, quenching his dry throat, but pauses as he felt a warm body pressed up against his side.

He looks over to see a familiar sleeping figure of (Y/N). Her arms draped over his body, and her legs were intertwined with his under the blankets.

All three alters felt their heart's burst with adoration seeing her sleeping face. Marc smiled to himself, brushing some of her hair out of her face, and pressed a light open mouth kiss to her neck, causing (Y/N) to smile droopily and open her eyes.

"Hi, love." She whispered, voice laced with sleep, as she reaches her ringed hand up to cup his face leaning over hers. She could tell it was Marc, knowing Steven wasn't this confident with showing affection yet.

"Hey, baby." He greets back in the same tone, his eyes gazing down at (Y/N) lovingly. He quickly moves down, pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss, making her move her lips with his straight away. He bites her bottom lip gently, resulting her to moan quietly against his mouth and lets his tongue inside the passionate lip lock.

He pulled back from the kiss, not wanting things to get heated just yet. Marc pushed the covers off them, sitting up against the headboard, "Steven? You there?"

"Mmm," Steven hummed back lazily, still hazy from the kiss shared before, "Can't believe it worked."

(Y/N) sat up from their bed, looking over to see her dog Ozzy wagging his tail happily on his bed, and she smiles seeing this, crouching down and coaxed him to come closer. Ozzy barks happily, racing to his owner and jumped onto her chest, licking her cheek which had her laughing fondly.

She was happy, relieved to be back in her regular, boring life with her two boys. Nothing ever felt so right being here with them again, especially after everything they had been through. They deserved this, and more.

Marc watched the scene of his fiancée and dog with loving eyes, and also rose from the bed, standing next to (Y/N) on the edge, "I can't believe you live in this fricking mess."

(Y/N) gasped a little in offence, narrowing her eyes down on her lover, but goes to exclaim her protest when Marc tries to walk forward, completely forgetting the ankle restraint on him.

The ankle restraint pulls him back, making him trip and fall face first against the wooden floor, gasping and grunting. (Y/N) releases a small laugh at this, shaking her head knowingly, placing Ozzy down and goes to help him up.

"You dorks, I tried to warn you—" She scolds through a small grin, only getting a groan in response. She was about to tease him a bit more, but a sudden knock at the door has her looking towards it.

Marc also tenses up in alarm, standing up from his fall on the ground and gets a protective glare on his face. (Y/N) waves him down seeing it, ignoring him trying to pull her back into bed, but she escapes it and walks over towards the door.

She fixes her bed hair up, brushing over her casual clothes and goes to open the door. "Hey, sorry to keep you waiting...." She trails off and her voice dies down as she sees who was in front of her.

An unknown figure was standing there, hands in their jean pockets as a hoodie covered their face, the only thing seen was their slightly red locks.

"No worries, we have all the time in the world." The unknown figure speaks, hearing an unfamiliar accent as it smoothly follows out of their mouth.

The figure slowly removes their hoodie, and was met with a kind smile coming from a women seeming to be a little older then (Y/N), "I've heard from an old friend that you need help with your powers."

(Y/N) looks at the women in front with bewilderment, seeing Marc now come up behind her with the same expression. She could sense the power radiating from this woman, similar to her own which has her less tense, feeling like she could trust the women a little.

The women smiles once more sensing (Y/N)'s confusion, "I'm Wanda," Her sokovian accent was thick in introduction, looking between the couple in front as her eyes flared scarlet red, and made the (H/C) haired girl's flare white in sync also.

"I'm here to help."

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Inside the psychiatric hospital in London, Arthur was mumbling to himself and reaches out for the sand on the table, accidentally knocking the cup of coffee onto it instead.

The nurse sees this and sighs, walking over to him. Before she can even touch his wheelchair, two gloved hands grab the holders, mutterting in spanish, "I'll take him." The nurse protest at this, looking at him reluctantly, "Calm down miss, calm down."

The nurse goes to walk away, just as the unknown man pats Harrow's shoulder and starts to push him, while whistling.

They turn around the corner, going past Harrow's designated room. Harrow looks to the side, and finally saw the dead nurses, and staff, lying down with their backs up and blood on the floor.

The unknown male leads them outside, a fancy white limo waiting for them. The door automatically opened from the male, and he shoved Harrow inside.

Confusion hits him as he looks around the car, sitting on the back red seat of the limo as the door closes. Outside of the limo, the unknown male seen with a hat on kicks away the wheelchair aggressively.

Harrow clears his throat, and looks to see who was in front. A laugh escapes his throat, "Khonshu," He greeted and inhales deeply, "You can't hurt us."

"Yeah." The God nodded his head at the thought, one of his legs across over the other, "You wanna know something?" He turns his beak a little, "Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I parted ways, I wanted his fiancée to be my Avatar."

Harrow makes a talking motion with his hand, and rolls his eyes as he listens.

"Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is? Especially his precious (Y/N)." Khonshu knocks one of his gloved knuckles onto the tinted window.

The partition between the driver's eat, and the backseat slide open to show a familiar pair of eyes in the rear-view mirror.

"Meet my friend, Jake Lockley." Khonshu introduced, gesturing his beak to the male.

Jake slowly turned around his seat, the leather creaking from the movement. "Hoy es tu día para perder." He nods to the side, raising his pistol at the man, "Esto es por Mi Amor."

( Translation : Today is your day to lose. This is for my love. )

Harrow being alarmed, raises a hand up and tried to negotiate a better option, "Wait—"

But he didn't get to finish, as Jake had shot his pistol at Harrow multiple times, a sadistic and satisfied smile spreading across his lips.

The people outside were unaware of the shooting, and murder, as the white limo drives off and away from the hospital.

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THE END.

Moonknight and Moondust will return....