Can I tell you a secret? I enjoyed dealing out pain on your behalf. That is the greatest sin I carry. I am grateful. Had you not broken me so completely, I might never have known the value of healing. I’m going to do what you could not. And when it’s finished, I want you to remember one thing. Your torment forged me. I owe my victory to you.
Summary: Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).
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Italics are flashbacks!
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“Oh, Marc…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.
“Hold on a little longer, baby.” He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. “You’re a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!” He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.
“Kiss me. Marc, kiss me.” She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. “Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—.”
Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.
“We’re very good at this.” He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. “So good that we ended up like this.” She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband’s body.
Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.
“Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not.”
“Like that life we could never have?”
“For example.”
“It still seems like a dream that we’ve come this far, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He replied, “The life we thought we could never have… it turns out we’ve managed to create it. Quite literally.”
"I’m glad to be able to do it with you.” She caressed her husband’s face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. “Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She’s very lucky, I’m very lucky too.”
“Lucky us, darling.” Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.
They loved her, they were lucky.
“I couldn’t agree more with Steven.” Marc said now.
After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.
Round 2 perhaps was coming?
It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.
An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.
“No, no, no. No… it can’t be, it’s still too early.” whispered in panic. “Marc…!” She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn’t see anything. “Marc?” She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”
Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.
However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.
Blood. A lot of blood.
The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn’t until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. “Marc.” She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.
“So if it’s a girl, do you want to name her Layla?” Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby’s crib
“Yes.” Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
Steven shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla…but do you think it’s a good idea to name your daughter after your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn’t answered him.
“I have you both because of her. She’s the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven.” She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. “She’s a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it’s the least I can do.”
“Well…” said Steven, placing a hand on his wife’s, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. “It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well… in case it’s a girl.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad we agree.” She whispered with a goofy grin.
“I didn’t say I agreed.” Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.
The woman sighed. “Ugh, Marc…” she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.
“I like the name, I really do, but I think we’re overdoing it. I think it’s a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more.” Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.
“And what do you think our daughter should be named?” she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.
“Well… I’m not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”
”-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname.“ Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.
"Steven…” sighed Marc in exasperation.
“And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?”
“Well, it’s short for-”
“-Taweret!” Steven cut Marc off again.
“Steven!” Marc exclaimed. “Stop interrupting me.”
“You want to call our daughter Taweret!?” Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. “I love Taweret, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She’d get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think.”
“Hey, I didn’t laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she’s the one who helped us get back from the Duat.”
The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. You’re right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that.” As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. “But now that I think about it… Tattie makes sense, the baby won’t be much bigger than a potato now.”
“Small potato!” Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. “Oi! How’s it going in there, sweetheart?”
She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.
“You’re going to be a show as parents.” She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.
When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.
“Where could he have gone?” she thought, over and over again. “Marc… Steven? I-I need you-” she tried to hold back her sobs.
It couldn’t be possible that this was happening.
“Guys…” she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. “Tattie…” she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.
She couldn’t lose her. Not her baby.
Not now.
“I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something.” Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.
God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.
“Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows.” She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband’s lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. “Ahh… Steven do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, completely.”
Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that, darling.” He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.
Seeing her reaction to his touch.
Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.
“Sweet.” He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. “You have no idea how sweet you are.”
“Don’t even think about stopping.” She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.
And so he continued.
The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.
“Steven?” she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. “Something’s not right. The baby…” she tried to contain herself, once again. “Something’s not right.”
Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that’s when she came across something she hadn’t expected to see.
A gun, large caliber.
What the fuck?
She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.
“I love you.” Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. “I love you.” He repeated with a big smile on his face.
“I love you too.” It was the first time they’d both said it, even though they’d already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. “Very much.”
“Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already.” Marc commented, taking control of his body. “But just so you know, I was here first, Steven.” Marc joked.
“I love you too, Mr. Spector.”
“I know. How not to.”
“You cheeky bastard.”
That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity
“I need help…”
“I can see that.” Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven’s, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.
She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. “There is too much blood.” He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. “It’s not all yours though, don’t worry.”
It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked him through her teeth.
“Oh, right. We’ve never met before.” Spoke the man she didn’t recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It’s exhausting.”
She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.
Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.
“Excuse my manners, bonita.” He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”
Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven’s. That comforted her.
She didn’t know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn’t have time to worry either, because everything went black.
She no longer felt anything.
But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.
Heyyo everybody. Didn’t comment on Moon Knight 1x04 because I didn’t have anything super interesting to say about it other than “Layla’s a boss”and “Marvel finally giving MK a fucking budget for their CG goddamnit”.
To those whinging about Jake not showing up in 1x05, first off: he’s coming eventually relax guys. We need to still focus on the conflict of Marc and Steven. And second off: He did show up in person.
The scene when Oscar was holding the glass pyramid to threaten mindscape!Harrow. Isaac had an angry grin and spoke in a distinctly american-accented voice. His intonation was also extremely abrasive and confrontational. This an attitude NOT characteristic of Steven (who is more shrinking violet) or Marc (who is more stoic and bitter).
It seems clear here that Jake is a very special alter (also soft-confirming him as the Prosecutor). He can hear Marc and Steven, but Marc and Steven CAN’T hear or see Jake. Jake also arrives when the body feels imminently threatened in a way that they can’t fight back and Steven can’t willfully ignore (like with his abusive mother). We know this when Marc blacks out in 1x03 twice when Steven needed to escape and when he was knocked unconscious. Now we see the same when Marc starts panicking at being trapped by mindscape!Harrow.
Combine this with his brief cameo in 1x04 in the reflection saying “Yeah, stick it right in there…”, seems to paint an image of Jake being the ‘emergency eject button’ of the system. Meaning he doesn’t front often, perhaps not even willingly, but his ruthlessness and lack of hesitancy with doing anything, combined with his clear disinterest in participating in Marc and Steven’s shenanigans, makes Jake out as someone who is responsible by nature but probably also kinda shy; someone that shows up when the mental health of both Marc and Steven are too compromised at the same time to do anything to defend the body. So Jake tries to pull a third solution hard to solve problems.
Example:
- Marc gonna kill gangster but Steven doesn’t + Body in danger but both Alters can’t figure things out right now = Jake shows up and throws the body out of the conflict somehow to return to London -> Bam! Marc in taxi and now everyone has breathing room to think.
- Marc gets KO’d by gangster because Steven distracted him + Body in danger and neither Alter in condition to do anything = Jake shanks all the gang members barring the kid -> Bam! Marc and Steven are safe again even if that means Marc didn’t the info he wanted.
- Marc is disoriented from the ‘caretakers’ beating him up and Steven is nowhere to be seen + Marc wants to escape what he believes in Harrow and he is scared out of his mind = Jake takes over to threaten everyone in spite of his injuries and tries to bluff his way out -> Blam! That didn’t work but you get my point.
Jake doesn’t seem to want to make his presence known, as he is there to defend the system and nothing else. Either way, Our favourite cab-driving boy is here; you just gotta keep an eye out for him.
Mr. Marc “ I have to divorce my wife as soon as possible because i have to protect her but also can’t see men touch her or hit on her” Spector ladies and gentlemen!
Layla is such a strong character, she stayed strong even after so many things! This is a May Calamawy appreciation post, she portrayed Layla perfectly!
I feel so sad for Layla, poor baby got to know that her husband was in the mercenary grp that killed her father and then had to see her husband get shot in front of her eyes!! She’s so strong though! I would’ve given up tbh
Steven Grant got to know that Layla like French poems and French language and hasn’t stopped talking to her in that language ever since. Talk about being obsessed with your other personality’s wife! Although I’m a little confused about how this dynamic would work eventually, is she THEIR wife now or just marc’s, like how do you separate this thing?!! I wonder if people with DID get married or live with different personalities
(I still have so many questions about Harrow like. Did Khonshu split up with him because he was messed up? Or was it Khonshu who broke him? And there’s so much to go into from his conversation with Ammit in the finale)
did anyone else find it super sad when khonshu said he remembers every night like bird man brought me to tears he sounded so sad and having to remember every night for thousands of years no wonder he’s grouchy that’s depressing af
in conclusion i want to give khonshu a hug he really seems like he needs it❤️
