☆Renny Reddison☆ ☆Kennedy☆

⏜︵ MARC SPECTOR. 𐂯

marc doesn’t volunteer. the first time he even notices you it’s during a patrol. you’re trying too hard, jumping from rooftops, landing clumsily. he watches from a shadowed corner, arms crossed, annoyed, thinking, great, another kid who thinks they’re invincible.

after he saves your ass from a fight you totally had handled (you didn’t) you latch onto him immediately. you follow him home, or wherever he goes after patrol, trying to prove you’re serious. marc notices, instantly irritated, and makes it immediately clear that he does not have time for babysitting. he’s exhausted, jaded, and emotionally sheltered. you will not have his initial favor as it’s pretty much impossible to achieve without months to years of buildup.

persistence is key. he tolerates you poking around his apartment once, maybe twice, glaring as you examine his weapons or his strange collection of artifacts. by the third visit, he’s annoyed but intrigued, your dedication mirrors the obsessive focus he himself knows all too well.

he won’t call you a partner. he won’t coddle. instead, he calls you kid or rookie, sometimes idiot, and every insult carries a trace of begrudging affection. he critiques your fighting form brutally, but with purpose. “You’re leaving yourself open on every swing.“

safety first, but you won’t get soft guidance. he teaches by doing, showing what happens when things go wrong. he’s protective, but not always obvious. he’ll swoop in to save you from danger before you even realize you’re in it, but then he disappears before you can thank him. if you try to call him out, he shrugs it off, “You’re fine. Don’t get cocky.”

your persistence starts to chip away at his walls slowly. he starts to leave subtle tests, deliberately putting you in minor scrapes to see how you respond under pressure. his approval is quiet: a nod, a rare “not terrible,” a hand on your shoulder before you leave.

marc is emotionally unavailable, but not heartless. he’ll give advice, but it’s blunt, sometimes painful, “Don’t get attached to anyone. They’ll get hurt. You, too.” he struggles to verbalize why he wants to keep you safe. it’s more instinct than care at first.

marc adapts to your energy. if you’re hyper, he tolerates it, sometimes even joining in small ways. he’s not playful in a traditional sense, but his dry sarcasm becomes a form of bonding.

there’s a slow ritual that develops: late-night patrols together, a silent cup of coffee after training, him letting you clean his weapons under his supervision, critiquing your technique, grading your precision. he starts leaving you small challenges: map reading, observation exercises, stealth drills. they’re tests, but also ways for him to feel like he’s teaching and protecting.

if you get in danger elsewhere he will find out. every time. he obsesses over tracking, over back-ups, over scenarios. if someone messes with you, he doesn’t ask questions, he responds. he’s relentless, tactical, lethal if necessary.

he is self-sabotaging in the relationship. if he feels close, he might push you away deliberately, testing your persistence. if you follow he’s torn between frustration and relief, secretly grateful you stayed.

has moments where he shows vulnerability indirectly: tells stories of past missions or brushes off his own injuries in front of you, sometimes to impress, sometimes because he wants you to see that survival is possible even when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

marc rarely speaks first. he’ll let you talk, rant, or joke endlessly while he leans against a wall or perches on a rooftop. his answers are clipped, usually one-word or a grunt, but he listens. he picks up on details you don’t even realize he’s noticed, how your stance changes when you’re nervous, the small hesitation in your voice when you’re lying, or the way you grip your weapon.

terrible with emotional support. when you ask for advice or reassurance, he shrugs, frowns, or mutters something sarcastic like, “figure it out. You’re not going to die if you think first.” yet, despite that, he’ll stay silent next to you while you process, offering a shoulder to lean on without words.

never shares his full story. he’ll deflect questions about his past with dry humor, dismissive remarks, or even flat silence. “Does it matter?” he’ll say, eyes dark. the occasional slip, a glance, a tight jaw, a flicker of pain in his voice, is all you get, but it’s enough to hint at the storm beneath.

he is meticulous. he notices every scrape, bruise, or sign of fatigue. he will not let you fight while injured, and if you do, he follows silently, ready to intervene. if you argue, he’s stubborn. “I don’t care. You’re not going out there like that,” he’ll say.

he is fiercely loyal. if someone threatens you, he reacts with controlled violence and precision. there’s no hesitation, no second thought. the line he will not let anyone cross is very clear: your safety is a non-negotiable.

encourages independence cautiously. he’ll teach you strategies, stealth, and combat skills, but always keeps the most dangerous knowledge to himself. he wants you capable, but he also knows that too much knowledge can be dangerous in the wrong hands, even yours.

insists on routine, even if you resist. will make you run drills at specific times, check your gear, or review mission plans every night at the same time. he doesn’t explain why, just that consistency keeps you alive.

will show up unexpectedly at your hideout or home, not to intrude but to make sure you’re not doing something reckless. sometimes he just sits silently in a corner, hood up, watching your training, never commenting unless you make a mistake.

has a way of making you feel responsible for your own safety, but also safe knowing he’s around. he’ll critique, correct, and push, but he’s always positioned where he can intervene. if you try something dangerous he’ll step into the line of fire before you even realize it.

dislikes interruptions in your routines. if you get distracted or go off-track he gets tense and clipped. “Focus. This isn’t a game.” but if you push back, he’ll let it slide… mostly.

hates sentimentality but tolerates small quirks from you, like personalized weapons or doodles in a notebook. he’ll glance at them sometimes, occasionally offering a dry comment: “Better than nothing, I guess.”

will take responsibility for cleaning up after you in combat situations, whether that’s handling discarded weapons, covering tracks, or hiding evidence.

he’s almost impossible to flatter or praise, but he subtly shows you he values your partnership.

steven inevitably comes up. marc won’t ever admit it openly, but he watches how you interact with steven, how you handle him, how close you two are. if he senses tension or miscommunication, he subtly redirects or intervenes.

even though marc will never outwardly interrogate you about your personal life, he notices if you talk about friends, or especially a boy or girl you’re interested in. he won’t make a scene or hover, but you can tell he’s calculating.

when you gossip about someone, muted complaints about coworkers, other heroes, or random people he doesn’t know, marc pretends not to care. he might grunt or make a dismissive comment, but he’s listening intently. he files everything away, remembering who said what, how people acted, and any potential threats to you. he rarely speaks up unless he thinks action is necessary, but you get the sense he always knows.

has a subtle way of showing concern when he hears about someone bothering you. he won’t yell or confront anyone directly in public, but you’ll notice small behaviors: positioning himself between you and a stranger in a crowded street, scanning exits, or lingering a little longer nearby.

he’ll sometimes test your reactions without you realizing it. for example, if you talk about a new person in your life, he’ll observe your tone, the way your expression changes, and how invested you are. he doesn’t ask questions immediately, but later, in a subtle and protective way, he might remind you to be careful, or point out potential red flags without making it obvious that he was tracking your every reaction.

when you complain about the world, co-workers, random strangers, villains, or civilians, he shrugs. but he remembers, and he acts later if necessary. it’s like a chess game for him; you gossip, he stores moves, and if a threat ever emerges, he’s ten steps ahead.

insists you always carry more than one weapon. a knife in your boot, something stashed in your jacket, nothing extravagant, just enough to get out of a bad corner.

teaches you how to patch up wounds in the field. simple stitches, bandaging, knowing when to push through pain and when to retreat. he’ll walk you through it once, then expect you to handle it without flinching.

sometimes you push, ask about his past or how he learned all this. he’ll shut it down immediately, change the subject, or give you half a story that feels like a test. he only gives scraps, never the whole truth.

never talks about khonshu directly. you’ve seen hints, odd mutterings, or moments where his attention drifts, but if you ask, he brushes it off with a flat, “don’t worry about it.”

teaches you how to disappear: how to blend in at bus stations, how to make cash stretch, what to pack in a go-bag. you don’t ask why he knows it so well, because you can feel in his silence that the story isn’t one he’ll ever give you.

ultimately, he’s self-sabotaging. he’ll push you away, test your patience, or let his own instability create distance, but if you persist, if you keep showing up, he’ll eventually allow you to stay.

⏜︵ JAKE LOCKLEY. 𐂯

jake doesn’t immediately trust you. not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because trust just isn’t something he hands out. he watches you, long, observant looks that feel like assessments. he’s deciding if you’re worth his time or if you’re going to be a liability.

unlike marc, he’ll respond when you poke or ask something dumb. maybe not kindly, but you’ll get a sharp smirk, a sarcastic answer, or a dismissive mutter. he’ll humor it. if you keep pressing though, he’ll snap with something like, “mira, I’m not here to babysit your curiosity.”

he does get a kick out of your reactions. if you flinch when he says something blunt, or you look surprised when he actually answers a question, he’ll look almost entertained.

jake is much more direct about boundaries. marc avoids them, skirts around them, jake will just say, “don’t ask me that again.” and you’ll know he means it.

doesn’t sugarcoat anything. he’ll teach you the dirty, messy parts marc might avoid. he’ll tell you exactly what happens in a fight, what to expect from a knife wound, how to actually kill someone, how long someone can survive in certain situations. it’s brutal honesty, meant to strip you of illusions.

he’s a believer in practice over theory. where marc drills you in silence, jake’s more likely to put a knife in your hand and say, “okay, show me what you’d do.” he wants to see instinct, not just memorization.

he’s more talkative in training, too. not chatty, but he’ll critique out loud, explain why something’s wrong, then demonstrate. if you frustrate him by not getting it, he gets sharper, but he won’t give up on you. that’s not in his nature.

jake’s the type to test you. he’ll bait you in sparring, push you to frustration just to see how you react under pressure. if you lose your cool, he’ll sneer, “that’s what gets you killed.”

teaches you how to drive like him. you’ll probably hate it the first time, knuckles white on the door handle, but he’ll be laughing, actually entertained by your panic.

won’t admit he cares. ever. but if you come home bruised or someone hurt you, he’s the one who goes cold. “who was it?” and you’ll know better than to answer.

when he does get protective, it’s not just mentoring anymore. it’s personal. jake’s loyalty runs hot, and once you’re under that umbrella, you’re like family to him.

has a biting sense of humor. he’ll poke at you, tease you for mistakes, smirk when you’re embarrassed. if anyone else does it they’ll get a look that shuts them down instantly.

doesn’t get annoyed by you right away, he can actually handle chatter better than marc. but when you cross his patience line it’s obvious. the shift is fast.

more likely to show off. if you’re watching he’ll twirl the knife before he sheathes it, spin the car into a perfect turn, pull something slick just to see your reaction.

you never get the full story of where he goes, who he’s meeting, why he comes back late at night with blood on his shirt. he’s even more reserved about that than marc, and asking too many questions will set off his temper.

he’ll let you have a drink once. just one, because he’s curious what you’ll do with the freedom and knows he can handle the consequences. he watches you carefully, a little entertained, until you totally overdo it and get plastered. he doesn’t freak out, but there’s a long silence while he hands you a water bottle, shaking his head. “never again,” he laughs.

acts like a scolding older brother. if you do something dumb or dangerous he lets you feel the consequences and mutters under his breath. “seriously? what part of ‘don’t’ didn’t you get?”

if you’re stressed, or anxious, or whining about some minor thing, he lets you vent and offers a sharp, practical comment or two. sometimes it’s all sarcasm, sometimes a weird, crooked smile. eventually, he’ll throw in a “you’re dumb, but fine,” and it feels like praise coming from him.

okay with bending the rules for you. like letting you tag along somewhere off-limits, letting you handle a “weapon” or some skill he normally wouldn’t teach anyone yet. he does it cautiously, watching your reactions, correcting instantly if you mess up, but there’s a glint of amusement and pride in his eyes when you succeed.

tests your reflexes. tossing knives at a wall near you, throwing a ball with pinpoint accuracy, or setting up improvised obstacles.

keeps you accountable. if you slack off in training or get lazy in some practice he’s running, he’ll point it out. “wow, you really think that counts?” you know he’s pushing you to be better .

⏜︵ STEVEN GRANT. 𐂯

thrilled that someone looks up to him. he doesn’t have the hardened edges of marc or the streetwise toughness of jake, but he has a genuine warmth and enthusiasm that makes you feel like the smartest person in the room. the first time you come to his flat he’s practically buzzing, showing you every little artifact, every book on egyptian history, every map with landmarks meticulously marked. he talks fast, hands waving, his eyes wide with excitement, and if you laugh or ask questions, he practically glows.

not a combat mentor. don’t expect him to demonstrate takedowns or firearms skills. instead he teaches you observation, deduction, and research. he’ll sit you down with an old map and quiz you on routes, on possible exits in a building, on historical layouts that translate to real-world navigation. he loves giving you small puzzles, “if the guards are here, and the window is here, how could someone move unseen?”, and watching your thought process unfold.

patient but easily distracted. a simple question about “what’s the best way to research a target” will lead into twenty minutes on egyptian tombs, ancient hierarchies, and obscure rituals. he notices if you’re confused or overwhelmed and immediately backtracks, apologetic but still excited. he can’t help himself, he loves sharing knowledge and seeing you engage with it.

if you mention going somewhere sketchy or meeting someone questionable he’ll ask a hundred little questions, trying to figure out if it’s safe: “who else is going? how long will you be? do they know about your medical condition?” he gets flustered if you push back, muttering something about “just caring.”

loves showing you little things he’s proud of, a tiny figurine he’s obsessed with, a sketch he did of hieroglyphics, a journal with notes on obscure Egyptian rulers. he’ll explain why it matters, what makes it fascinating, and beam when you ask questions or show genuine interest.

tactile in a comforting, brotherly way. guiding hands to show how to hold a tool, a hand on your shoulder to steady you while you climb a ledge, small high-fives when you succeed at a tricky puzzle.

gets proud when you remember facts he’s taught. mid-conversation, he’ll stop, blink at you, and say, “wait… you remembered that? wow.”

he rambles a lot. expect long tangents about museums he’s visited, artifacts he’s studied, or trips he’s taken. he’ll pause constantly to make sure you’re following, smiling when you nod along, excited when you ask follow-ups. sometimes the stories veer into personal anecdotes about his life, and you notice he relaxes a little more with each visit.

he encourages curiosity constantly. if you notice something in a book, a map, or a building, he’ll get excited and dive into explanations with you, even if it’s tangential. “oh, that symbol? that’s fascinating because it represents this… wait, did you notice this too? oh, you did! brilliant!” he treats your observations as if they’re little treasures, and it makes you feel smart and seen.

gentle when giving guidance. if you make a mistake while solving a puzzle or practicing situational awareness, he doesn’t scold. he kneels or crouches beside you, pointing out what you could do differently, offering encouragement. “okay, try it this way… see? much better. that’s it.”

enjoys teaching small life skills, too. he might show you how to navigate public transport efficiently, or how to organize notes for maximum clarity, or even how to tie knots or handle basic tools; things that seem mundane, but he frames them in a way that feels like preparing for an adventure.

deeply flattered by your respect and interest in him. if you compliment him or tell him you’re glad he’s your mentor, he blushes, laughs nervously, and waves it off, muttering something like “oh, stop, it’s nothing,” but his eyes betray how much it means to him.

incredibly consistent. you know when you come over, he’ll have tea ready, books open, maps unfolded. it shows that he takes your presence seriously.

encourages exploration and learning in small doses. if you want to try something new, even if it’s out of your comfort zone, he’ll support you, carefully guiding and coaching you, always ready to step in if things go wrong, but never hovering too much.

delightfully sassy in small doses. you’ll be gossiping about someone at work, or someone in your social circle, and he’ll give a sly, “can you believe them? honestly, they’d get lost in their own hallway,” and then immediately apologize with a flushed, “i’m sorry, that was rude, i didn’t mean—” but you know he meant it, just a little. it’s part of his charm. he’ll do that over and over.

gossiping with him is an adventure. he’ll lean on the couch, mug in hand, eyes wide as you both dissect someone’s latest antics, throwing in his polite-but-sassy commentary: “well, technically that’s… incredibly foolish. sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be mean.” he loves how you both can tease together.

sometimes he’ll challenge you to mini-competitions: who can memorize a set of hieroglyphics faster, who can solve a puzzle first. he’s competitive, yes, but also encouraging. if you win, he groans dramatically, flops back on the couch, and mutters, “i’ll get you next time, i swear,”

observant of your mood. if you’re sad, distracted, or frustrated, he notices before you say anything. he doesn’t always know the perfect words to comfort, so he’ll do small gestures: refill your tea, slide a notebook closer, gently adjust your chair, or suggest a break. he’s awkward about emotional support but earnest, and over time you see that it matters to him to help you feel steady.

encourages you to take initiative. if you find a resource, a book, or a map, he lights up and wants to see how you think through it. he might even let you teach him something small if you’ve discovered a new trick, which makes him glow, the combination of mentorship and being validated as a knowledgeable person is intoxicating for him.

loves hearing about your life outside the mentorship. he’s interested in friends, hobbies, and opinions. if you gossip or rant, he listens intently, offering the occasional small quip or insight, mixing mild sass with attentive care. “oh, really? they said that? hmm… not very bright. sorry, that was rude,”

encouraging without being pushy. he’ll offer guidance and suggestions, but he respects when you want to make your own decisions. he frames corrections as suggestions, observations, or playful challenges rather than directives, which makes learning feel safe and collaborative.

★ a / n : thank you for the compliment!! went ahead and did this one for the moon boys just cause of how much daredevil content i already have posted, but you’re free to request for that to be done as well :)

started 9.29.2025. finished 9.30.2025.

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