fics by Erin Ptah

Columnist Bertie Wooster, accompanied by his PA Jeeves, catches a flight out of Nantucket on Sandpiper Air...during which Jeeves steers him into a surprisingly heartfelt chat with Captain Hackett.

(Canon setting for Wings, some time around the middle of the show. "AU where the whole series happened in the 1990s" for J&W.)

Taweret and Khonshu send their Avatars to represent them at a funeral.

...Even with Steven and Jake around for support, Layla isn't sure they're going to get Marc out of the hotel room.

(Takes place early in Wakanda Forever. No spoilers, unless you somehow missed "which actor died before filming began.")

It's Important Realizations O'Clock here in the Mind Palace Nightmare Hospital.

...or, hey look, it's the chapter I wrote this entire fic for.

The ancient Egyptians loved a triad. Sealing Ammit is going to take the Avatars of three gods working together -- and all the good prospects just got murdered. Our heroes are screwed...unless they can forge an alliance with the exiled black sheep of the pantheon.

Well. Not so much "sheep."

Marc has the world's most tiring plane ride. Steven keeps second-guessing his theories about how this "Daemon of Khonshu" gig works. Zillah tries to mediate between them, in between naps. Khonshu has to be extra-manipulative, by which I mean extra-shouty, to keep them from communicating a little too well.

Plus: the other Daemons of the Ennead, who aren't much help, but at least they look really cool.

Steven has never felt as connected with his daemon as people are supposed to. And he did, technically, sort of, almost leave the house without her one time. But that's probably fine, right? Or at least, it's not as bad as it sounds?

Or: I haven't written any non-Yuletide fic for years, and then a Moon Knight plotbunny showed up and whacked me over the head with like five of my favorite narrative things, so here we are.