A/n - this chapter is pretty sad so heads up loves!!

also i've posted a TOPGUN Maverick (Rooster x Reader) fanfic if any of you are interested <33

"Taweret, what's happening?" Steven asked once him, (Y/N) and Marc made it up to the front of the boat.

"I've never seen the gates to the world above so close." The Goddesses eyes were fixed on the the Gates of Osiris in front of them, but they weren't open.

"How do we open them?" Marc questioned Taweret.

"I'm so sorry. Your Scales never balanced." She admitted in sorrow to them, "Our journey's come to an end. I cannot stop the inevitable."

(Y/N)'s face morphs to horror as she felt her heart drop to her stomach listening to the news, the Hippo only continuing on with the news, "I was really rooting for you guys, but the unbalanced souls of the Duat now mush claim yours."

(Y/N) turns to her boys with wide eyes, going to say something to them, but stopped as the dead in the form of the Duat clamebered their way up the sides of the boat, making their way in.

"Marc, they don't like very friendly." Steven speaks warily, stepping in front of his best friend with the said male, protectively.

The (H/C) haired girl scowls and sighs heavily through their nose, "Jesus...can we ever get a break.." She grumbles to herself, looking over the boys shoulders.

"Hide. Hide," Marc waved them over behind to take cover, just as Steven tugged (Y/N) along with him. "Gabon. New York, Dubai." Marc listed off, seeing the dead.

Steven pulled his best friend to safety, as she watched with her heart in her throat seeing her fiancée take down one after the other.

"Watch out!" Steven yelled out in warning, seeing one coming up behind Marc. He took them all on as best as he could, taking out New York and Dubai, but then Gabon grabbed around his neck and began to drag him backwards. New York got close and grabbed onto his legs, helping the other corpse move him to the ledge.

(Y/N) growls under her breath seeing this, "I've had enough of this crap." She jumps into action, running towards where Marc was and turns into position, aiming a roundhouse kick to her fiancés attacker.

At the same time, Steven had managed to grab ahold of the lever of the ship to change directions, pushing it and throwing th boat off balance as everyone on it faltered over to the other side.

(Y/N) yelps as she gets thrown off balance, tripping over her own feet as Marc reaches out to grab her and holds her against his chest. They tumble and flip across the deck, parts of the attackers bodies crumbling into sandy piles.

During the stumble, the girl had landed near Steven with a groan as he helps her up gently. The two look over at Marc and she gasps with wide eyes seeing him getting a bat swung at his face, knocking him off balance.

"Marc, you've got this. But If I'm you..." Steven paused, glancing at his beloved next to him, who watched Marc getting dragged with scared expression, "It means, I've got this, too." Determination filled his tone.

Steven ran at the dead with everything he had, making (Y/N) yell out his name in alarm. He dragged them off his alter, punching one across the face and flipped the same one over his back.

He then grabbed the bat, spun and swung hard, knocking both New York and Dubai's heads off, "Six!" He yelled out cheerfully.

(Y/N) looks at her best friend with awe and love, just as Marc watches with thankfulness and awe.

"I prefer cricket." Steven shrugs bashfully.

Gabon approached from behind and Steven turns seeing the dead coming at them. He aims a hit at its legs, and then other one like a uppercut with the bat, which has him against the floor. He kept hitting him until Gabon turned into nothing but a pile of sand.

Steven winces at the hits, shaking his hand with a exclaim and turns back to (Y/N) and Marc, throwing them big thumbs up. Her grin only widened staring at her best friend, face full of pride.

But then an arm wrapped around Marc's neck and began to pull him down over the boat. His legs left the deck as he was yanked backward.

"No!" (Y/N) yells out a cry as she scrambles to her feet, not seeing her best friend rush forward and tackles the corpse off the boat, the two of them falling off the edge in the process.

Her eyes go wide in dread as she rams into the edge of the boat, seeing her beloved down in the sands of the Duat, "Steven!" She shrieked out in fear. "No! Steven!"

At the sound of her yell, he groans and opens his eyes from down in the sands. He stumbled up to his feet and tried to chase after the boat, "No, wait. Wait, wait!"

"Steven! Steven!" (Y/N)'s voice cracked as she yelled out in desperation, tears welling up fast in her eyes as she reaches a hand out for him, "Run! Please!"

Steven's movements began to slow down, as he feet and legs hardened beneath him, making the girl on the boat cry out louder.

"Stop the boat! Stop the boat!" She screamed in terror, hitting the side of the boat as her heart drops, knowing her best friend wasn't going to make it.

Steven fell to his knees, the boat still moving steadily onward. Her cries for him urged him to keep moving. He tried to crawl, but it was too late, the Duat starting to take over his body.

"Steven! NO NO!" (Y/N) wails out loudly, tears falling down her cheeks, going to try and jump down to him, but Marc's arms come to grab her by the waist, pulling her away from the edge.

"NO! STOP! LET ME GO!" She shrikes and fights against his hold, punching and kicking as Marc holds in his own tears, not letting go.

Steven cried out also, on his hands and knees, and then with one final yell of (Y/N)'s name, his body turned into complete stone with his hand still reaching out.

"NO! Steven! Oh god." She sobs out painfully, leaning her head against Marc's chest as her shoulders tremble in harsh cries, seeing her best friend frozen with the Duat.

There was a metal clanking noise behind them, indicating that the Scales had finally balanced.

Taweret gasps seeing this, now appearing. "The Scales are balanced." She announces.

Through (Y/N)'s salty waves of tears, she turns her head and felt Marc's arm disappear from her waist as she realised that she was now in the golden Field of Reeds. Steven's dream place he always wanted to see.

She takes a look down at her fingers, seeing them shaking violently, and only increased as she saw her familiar white wisps of her power dancing around her fingertips. "Why didn't you shown up before.."(Y/N) whispered tremulous, voice cracking terrible as she looks back up through glassy eyes.

A strangled sob rips free from her throat, seeing no Marc or Steven with her, just endless reeds and yellow light around her. A creeping dread takes root in her chest, its icy tendrils wind through her ribs, as she grips her shirt near her heart.

"I can't feel them...I can't feel you," She croaks through a small weep, tears blurring her vision as she realised she could no longer feel her lovers, feel their heartbeat with hers.

And at the reality of it, makes her entire world crumble. She gasped, lungs burning as grief stole her speech away. (Y/N)'s breathing become uneven, loud whimpers escaping her mouth as a sudden struck of overload of emotion sweeps over her.

She hunches over on her knees, face scrunching painfully up as she bares her teeth, tears falling like waves and doesn't stop it when a force of her powers and emotions collide together inside her.

Her back straightens, her arms falling to her sides as she releases a loud, anguished scream and a powerful burst of white psionic energy blasts from out her chest. The blast so big it sent the reeds rustling against their will, her power traveling out for miles and not stopping.

And in that moment, (Y/N) never felt so alone, so empty without two other heartbeats.

She lost them both, once again.