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Just Small Things

Summary: Layla agreed to be a temporary Avatar to Taweret. So what does that mean? How long is temporary? And what is it like to house a Goddess?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2115

Word Prompt: Taweret and Avatar

“Temporary Avatar.” Layla had been far too distracted by everything that had been going on to really pay that much attention. If she had been given time, she would have sat down and gone over things with a fine toothed comb and checked the fine print.

She was just glad it wasn’t Khonshu.

The costume had been a lovely surprise. Was this what Marc felt when he first wore the suite? The strength and thrill of power. The ability to take a hit and keep going. The ability to do the things she wished she could do.

Catching her reflection in the suit, it was easy to see that it was still her. Her identity was important to her. There would be no masks or subterfuge. If things were done, she would do them her way and she would do them alone if she had to.

When the fighting was done and the world was saved, Layla wondered if the contract had ended. How temporary was this? She had never voiced when it would end…or who would end it.

How did she even speak to Taweret? Did she have to go to a cemetery and dig someone up? Was it always through the dead? Perhaps freshly dead? She didn’t want to think about that one.

Worse, what if she could only contact the goddess by possession? Would she always feel like a puppet dangling on strings as her body was forced to house something far more powerful than herself?

She returned to her hotel room and looked in the mirror. “Taweret?” Her voice came out in a terrified whisper.

She was suddenly reminded of the way Marc had spoken to Steven in the desert. A ripped off car mirror as he spoke to someone else inside.

She felt a light pang of guilt. Was this how he felt all the time when she had first started to know him? Terrified of something that lived inside him that could come out at any moment.

“Taweret?” She tried again, louder this time. If she was going to house someone, she would prefer to think of it like a relationship. Marc and Steven. She pictured how fluidly they switched over in the fight. How they communicated. How each took his turn and got to say their piece. Whatever had happened to them when they died, it had changed them and now they acted like a team.

“Layla!” The voice boomed from the back of her mind and crashed through her very core. Joyful emotions filled her till tears ran out of her eyes with overflow. “I am so very very proud of you! You handled all those baddies like a real pro! And you looked marvelous doing it too!”

Layla sank back into her own body as if she had just been tossed up into the air and fallen back in. “Unnh!”

She gasped and leaned heavily on the dresser next to her. “Great. Yeah. Can we…Is there another way to talk? Why can’t I see you?”

“Oh.” Taweret rushed through her. “Well, I am sort of busy. Lots of people to judge all of a sudden. These Ammit followers aren’t going to just toss themselves off the boat on their own. Oh! Well, that one did… Look at him go. Poor fool, you can’t run through the sands of fate like that…”

“So you can’t come to me?” Layla shivered as her muscles felt strained.

“Well you could come to me, but I fear that might end your time as my Avatar. Along with your life…” Taweret sighed. “And I wouldn’t want either!”

“Yeah, about that?” Layla rubbed her shoulder. She hated seeing her limbs move on their own. It felt odd and her body was not used to these movements that were so foreign. “How long am I supposed to be your Avatar? What does that entail? Am I supposed to go kill people or…”

There was a moment of silence then her body spun her around and sat her down in one of the hotel chairs. “Right. Our contract. Silly me! Forgot all about it. Well, I can assure you that I run a pretty tight ship.” She giggled and held up one of Layla’s hands as if examining her nails. She frowned and picked some dirt out from under them that Layla suspected might be dried blood. “Oh, dear. Have you had a chance to relax yet? One really should practice self care, Layla. I think you deserve a nice hot bath and oh! Does this place have room service? Perhaps hummus. Oh, I love hummus. You really must get some.”

“Taweret!” Layla managed to take back her body, feeling like she had just wrestled a toy from an over eager dog. “Focus, please.”

“Right.” Her brows furrowed in determination. “So the job of a traditional Avatar is to observe and speak on behalf of your god…Goddess, in this case. So if called upon, you sit in a big boring room and I get to speak to the others through you. Though that might not happen for a very long time… Seeing how the room was destroyed. And all the other Avatars got…offed.” She crossed a leg and jiggled a foot for a moment, deep in thought.

“Is that all?” Layla slumped in her chair a bit.

“Well… I’m not exactly the Goddess of justice, Layla. I’m not going to send you out to hunt down the scum of the world and murder them in some ideal of justice. I’m not you-know-who.” She pointed out the window at the still overly large and stunning full moon. “He is such a show off. If Osiris was here he would not approve of that.”

“So then what is your goal?” Layla looked up at the moon in concern. Marc and Steven had been freed of their contract, their protection removed and their duties removed. So why was Khonshu still in such a good mood?

“You do know who I am, right?” Taweret sounded a bit cautious at that.

Layla swallowed hard and drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them in a firm attempt at keeping control of her own body. “Taweret. Goddess of women and children….and other things.”

Taweret started to laugh and doubled Layla over easily, chuckling as she wiped her eyes. “My dear… Don’t mind those…Other things. I’m not Hathor. She can keep those…other things.”

Layla sighed in relief and sank back in the chair again. “So then just the women and children?”

Taweret sighed, leaving Layla slumped back as she waved a hand around. “I am the protector of women and children. I am fierce and scare away all that may harm them. A statue of me in the house of a newborn child was meant to scare away illness and disease. A mother may pray to me to protect and guide her on the path of motherhood. I kept her safe from those that wished to harm her. I crushed those that raised hands to children in anger. I devoured those that beat their wives and looked to take advantage of the fragility of the female form.”

Layla raised an eyebrow as she watched her hand move. It was starting to feel less and less like someone else intruding and more like someone simply guiding her movements.

“So you want me to protect people?” Layla slowly sat up. She felt her spine straighten as her posture corrected itself.

“If it’s not too much trouble. You get to keep the suit! If you liked it. Did you like it? I can always change it if you thought it was too much…” Taweret twiddled her thumbs together nervously.

“No. I thought it was very nice.” She remembered Steven’s reaction to seeing her and blushed. “Very fitting. The wings were so lovely.”

“Oh I’m so happy! You were the perfect scarab! But… Temporary is temporary… You did what we both set out to do… So I suppose this is the last of it.” She stood up and sighed heavily. “It was a lot of fun. You’re my first Avatar, you know. Ever! I’ve always wondered what it was like.” She looked down at the body and Layla could feel her face break out into a wide smile. “You’re so small. So delicate. I think I understand now… How easy it can be to take this for granted.” She lifted up a hand almost delicately.

Layla felt a push and a rush. For a heart stopping moment she thought the Goddess had left. Taking her suit and powers with her.

She moved to take a step then stumbled as her body twirled on its own, watching in the mirror as her hair bounced and her curls fell into her face. Her own hand moved up and gently brushed the curls back. Tears fell from her eyes again and her chest shuddered with a sudden rush of emotions she could not contain. Her hand moved down and delicately wiped the tears away.

“There’s no need to yell, is there? You’re right here, aren’t you?” Taweret whispered. “Just flesh and blood and so tiny yet so much contained in this one little shell. How are your souls able to fill the field of reeds so wonderfully and still fit everything inside?”

Layla nervously watched her hand as everything else returned to her. Her fingers moved as if feeling the very air around her, softly and slowly stretching and curling. At last her hand returned to her.

“If it must end, it must end.” Taweret only took her voice now. Speaking softly with love, no longer pulling at her vocal chords without care.

“Wait…” Layla licked her suddenly dry lips. “Temporary. On my terms. I can end this at any time… And you can too, if you like. As long as it’s not while I’m in danger, you can take it all away. But… I wouldn’t mind helping people.”

“Do you mean it? You would continue to be my Avatar?” Taweret asked cautiously.

“Yes.” She braced herself, and none too soon.

Her body filled with overflowing joy as it jumped and spun, dancing across the room. It was not painful this time. It felt to her as if she were being lifted and spun in a warm embrace. Memories of her father spinning her came back. How he would toss her into the air and catch her in a hug that squeezed just a tad bit too tight but never tight enough to hurt her.

Tears fell down her face again, her eyes already red from earlier.

Taweret stopped suddenly. “Oh! Are you alright? I hope it’s okay. I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Layla shook her head. “No no… I’m just… I’m happy.”

Taweret relaxed and sighed. “Well. First thing’s first.”

Layla waited for the first order to come. Would she be hunting down wife beaters? Did Taweret have a list of children needing to be saved? Was there an orphanage on fire somewhere?

“What’s the number for room service?” She went to the phone. “And do you like hummus? There’s a bubble bath in there with your name written all over it.”

“Really? Aren’t there people out there that need our help?” How many times had Marc been whisked away in the night to fight Khonshu’s never ending battle?

“There will always be people to save.” She moved Layla to look in the mirror. “But you are one person, my little Scarab. You can’t always be expected to save the world. Sometimes, you need to take care of your soul, too. Otherwise, how are you going to be expected to care for others?”

Layla looked at her own reflection and blushed, looking down as she shewed her lower lip. “Is that part of our agreement?”

Taweret thought about it for a moment. “Yes. After every mission, I insist that you do something joyful. You are, after all, a woman too. And I am known to be fiercely protective.”

“I think I can do that.” She smiled. “Will you stay a little longer? I wouldn’t mind the company. I mean, if you aren’t too busy.”

“You know, I have some time to kill. This current guy on the boat has no idea what he’s doing. I have a feeling he’s going to take a while.” She settled in.

Layla wrapped her arms around herself and smiled, feeling Taweret’s comforting presence. So this was what it was supposed to be like. She remembered the way Marc had smiled, a rare real smile, when he had spoken about Steven just before they parted.

It was love. Being an Avatar was supposed to be about love.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight fic #MoonKnightober2022 #MKtober2022 #Layla El Faouly #Taweret #I'm cheating and using two prompt words and there's nothing you can do about it #I bet being her Avatar is the most joyful and fun thing #Girls night out #I wish we got to see how the other Avatars interacted with their gods #Hathor's looked so happy #what could have been

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artemisthevirginhunter · 2 years

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[Moon knight, you better have a season 2!!!]

The crocodile lady is finally Outta her coffin, in technical terms- Goddess Ammit was finally released from her usabti (what happened then shall wait).

Layla politely saying fuck off to khonshu and his tricks. The loveliness of the moment- "the manipulative twat gets told off".

I don't have words for this scene. Marc was finally having his moment, his confession. He manifested the quiet he always wanted but he threw it away without a care just to save Steven, just to have him back.

This was one of the funniest parts in the episode. "Manipulative twat gets told off again"- he literally grumbled at having to deal with Steven! And then they do their little name-game. 'Siply old bird' and 'little worm', of course it's sarcasm from both sides but fuck that- pet names are pet names.

May calamawy!!!!! Mama ate it!!! The way she switched between Taweret and herself- bent in pain) oh man!! She's BRILLIANT bloody hell!

And the costume!! Fire!! Taweret and Layla gonna end up besties!

That little smirk Layla gave to Marc like - "I'm saving your ass again, by the way in a costume this time" and the "oh, baby" Marc said and hugged her. Holy shit, therapy really did wonders on my boy, finally talking without restraints. Notice how the first thing Marc does is check up on her and then Steven out like "holy shit babe, what IS THAT?!" . Because of course Steven knows Layla can kick ass.

Steven fought!!! And the little dust off. Boy, his confidence literally had me out of my seat the whole time.

"Are you an Egyptian superhero?"

"Yes"

Hoy shit! The world finally has an Egyptian superhero, go Layla go. The pride in her voice though🔪

Not the knife 🤍

The Spanish killer's back in the league. And this time Jake's literally there. And is that khonshu in a fucking suit? They literally are like "jakey got a cabbie so we go take a trip to loony bin, let me wear my panty....no pants, yes pants."

By the way, Jake has a fucking temper and his first response to almost any stimuli has been to kill and escape so far..maybe he's doing this to protect Marc and Steven from khonshu and his horrors?

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