Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Answers

My Girl

Love You the Same

Two for One Special

Khonshu

The Priestess of the Moon

Gods and Monsters

Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Words: 2600

Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, break up, Jake can be a dick

Summary: Marc had a suspicion he had another person in him, Steven wasn’t the only one, that was evident after what happened with Harrow. But neither Marc nor Steven could be prepared when they met Jake.

When Marc realized that Khonshu tricked them, he was fuming, and so was Steven.

“You said you would let us go!” yelled Marc.

“I said I’ll let you and the worm free, never mentioned your third party.” Marc and Steven both felt as if their stomach fell, the feeling of being played was devastating.

They found themselves on yet another mission. A mission they thought was long over, yet here they were, standing in a weird temple and the worst is that Layla was with them.

“Khonsu, you liar!” she yelled. “You said you would set them free!”

“Again, I never mentioned the third one, if he chose to work for me, that has nothing to do with you.”

All three knew Khonsu had a point. Yet, still, they were super mad.

“You played us!” said Steve as he came forward.

“Can we get over this, please? We are here to catch someone very dangerous before you three decided to arrive, the plan was going swimmingly,“ said Khonshu.

Layla followed what he thought was Marc, that is how she got there and how thankful she was that she went.

Then they met the guy they were there for.

His name was Jacob Highs, according to Khonshu he likes to torture people and plays cruel games with them.

"Marc Spector, I know about you. Now, it’s time for you to face your demons!” the man let out a wicked laugh.

“Kill him Marc!” yelled Khonshu. “Kill him before h-”

—

“Marc?” he heard Layla’s voice.

“What happened?” he asked as he opened his eyes, he found himself in an old dingy house. From the window, he could see the outside was pitch black. No landscape, nothing, only darkness.

“I-I don’t know but…” Layla couldn’t finish her sentence as Marc was hugged suddenly.

“Oh, Marc! I thought you died!” said Steven.

“Steven? How is this possible?”

“Told you Highs is dangerous.” said Khonshu, "He likes to play with people. This is one of the realms he created.“

Marc finally stood up and he noticed another man, another him.

"So, you are Jake.” all three looked at Jake who rolled his eyes, not answering. The three started to talk trying to figure out what to do.

“How do we get out of here?” asked Layla who looked at all three men and Khonshu.

“We wait.” said Jake, finally speaking up, everyone looked at him.

“Wait? Are you out of your mind?”

“Technically, yes. I am.”

“How could we just stand and wait?” asked Steven as he looked at everyone.

“We will die here if we don’t find a way out.” said Layla.

“Yeah, let’s just start walking, get out of this filthy house and see what we are against.” said Steven as Marc was thinking.

“No, we need to wait.” said Jake again with a firmer tone.

“Why would we just sit here and wait?” asked Marc, annoyed with the man in the hat.

“Because, unlike you two, I have a girlfriend who is actually useful.” said Jake and just as he said that Jacob’s unconscious body flew in the window, shattering the glass as he landed. Jake made an ‘I-told-you-so’ face at the others before the door opened and a woman came in, you.

“Oh,” you looked at all the people in there. “Hello.” you offered a small wave. You looked at Khonshu. “So, he doesn’t speak and I didn’t want to kill him in case that would get us stuck here forever.” you said and then turned to the others. “Well, this is… awkward.”

“Hi, Mi Amor.” you smiled at Jake and placed a kiss on his lips, he pulled you close by your waist.

“There they go again.” said Khonshu as Jake whispered Spanish words into your ear before disappearing to find a way out.

The other three just watched in disbelief. Not it all made a lot more sense to Layla, whenever Marc forgot a date or he was late, or he had marks on him that wasn’t from fighting, Layla had a suspicion he had another woman, but she never knew Jake was there and that he had someone.

When you finally pulled away from Jake, he kept you close, kissing your neck, determined to leave a mark on your delicious skin.

“Sorry, this is a bit, come on now.” you tried to push him away, but it didn’t work. 

“Who are you?” asked Steven.

“You must be Steven, lovely to meet you and you Marc, and oh what was it? Lauren?”

“Layla,” said Marc with a very annoyed tone but you didn’t mind.

“Right, lovely to meet you all, Jake did mention you three, but as you can see he’s not big on talking.” just as you said that Jake pulled you closer, and it made you giggle but he also bit your neck a little. 

“My name is Y/N, I’m Jake’s girlfriend and partner in crime. I’m a descendant of a Goddess, not too sure which one, I have certain powers. Like I can see the angry pigeon standing behind you.” everyone turned to see Khonshu there.

Jake finally finished with your neck as he let you go, but still kept you close.

“I wasn’t able to find a way out.” he said before he turned to Jacob, he was out cold and he will be for a long time. “We will stay here and when he wakes up we will convince him to let us out.”

“Lovely, this is like camp when you are a kid. I would love to get to know you all better. Let’s start with you Steven.” you sat down on the floor, creating fire in the fireplace to keep you all warm.

And you talked.

—

You talked a lot. Marc was sure he has gone mad. Not that he wasn’t already insane but this.

To finally meet the man who killed many, whom he didn’t know about, who he cannot even remember, and he had a girlfriend?

Marc was loyal to Layla, always. 

But this, this was too much, and by Layla’s expression, he thought the same.

“So, how does this work?” asked Marc with a very annoyed voice. “We find out that Khonshu lied to us, we are still Moon Knight, and now this. Another me and you?”

“I know you feel cheated, Khonshu did hide this from you b-”

“And just who the fuck are you?!” Marc was now angry.

“Amigo! Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my girl! If it wasn’t for her that fucker would be out there torturing us.”

“This IS torture!" 

Steven wanted to defuse the situation, he really did but he agreed with Marc.

"So, how does this work?” he asked the same question Marc just did.

“He comes to me, we go on dates, usually that includes killing people Birdie tells us to kill, then we go back to my place or to his, sorry, yours and have sex. Easy life. I leave before he wakes up or he leaves before you switch.”

The way you were so causal about this was disturbing. They all made a face.

“Look, I know you all are new to this, but I am a good fucking person okay? I help people, I save people and I knew what I was getting into when I met Jake. He told me about you three, he told me how this works, you all can be angry at me all you want, but you cannot deny a man from his love.”

Layla was too quiet during all this, even you noticed. It must be hard for her to hear all this, but this wasn’t just about her.

You loved Jake and Jake loved you, they all have to live with that as you live with the fact that Marc and Steven love Layla.

“Nah, I say we vote. It’s two against one. You two have to stop… this.” said Steven.

“Vote? Are you mad? Do you want me to crush your skull?” spoke Jake but you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Try me.” you said. “Try it, try and separate us, Steven, even you Marc, I challenge you to try.” They didn’t know what you were capable of. And for Jake, you’d do everything.

Suddenly everything felt cold, the windows started to freeze and the fire went out, the wooden floor began to get slippery with the ice on the surface. 

You weren’t joking, Marc thought you were, but you were not.

Powers? Definitely. You were scary, Marc didn’t want to mess around with you, not for one bit.

That fire in your eyes as you stood up for the one you loved, he had never seen that before, not even in his own eyes.

It made him question so many things.

And by the look on Layla’s face, as she excused herself to another room, he knew.

You watched as the two left, leaving Steven behind.

“So, Steven, I heard you work in a gift shop in a museum?”

“Used to work.” he corrected.

“Right, so, anything you learned there? Jake never really liked it, although he did like one of the tour guides.” you said sending a side-eye towards him.

“It was you? You asked her on a date to the stake house!” now it made sense even to Steven, he did find it difficult to believe Marc, who was married would ask someone on a date.

“Yes, but I found someone better.”  you smiled as Jake finally sat down beside you. “Tengo Frio, Amor.” he said and you put the fire back on. Steven sat down close to it, thankful that the ice was finally gone.

“Look, Steven, I understand this is a lot to take in, it was a lot for me as well. But I’m not going to let Jake just leave.  Maybe it is unfair to Layla, but if you take him from me, that is unfair to me. You have to understand, please. I love him. And I’m sure I can love you too. I mean no harm.”

You spoke so gently like you were trying to make a child understand something huge, and you kind of were.

You understood their side, you really did. But you were not willing to let go of Jake. Never.

When Layla and Marc arrived back, they looked… not happy. To say the least.

“Okay, now that we talked about this, ready to leave?” you stood up as did Steven and Jake.

“W-But I thought you said you can’t-”

“I never said I can’t get us out of here, all I said is that I’m not willing to kill him to risk getting us stuck.” you said smiling at Steven.

“Smart girl.” said Khonshu as he waited. You closed your eyes but then remembered one more thing.

“Oh and Mr Lockley, you better thank me for this! You know what I like!”

“Ice cream.”

“That, and you on your knees baby.” you winked and before anyone could answer, you quickly worked your magic.

—

Marc woke up in his bed, alarmed at what just happened, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not.

“Steven? Was it all a dream?”

“If it was, we dreamt the same thing. We have to go to work.”

Marc got dressed and let Steven take over so they could go to work. Both of them were thinking hard. Was it really all just a dream?

Steven worked as usual, having a smile on his face as he served everyone. And just like Marc, he couldn’t think of anything else.

He knew he will need to talk to Layla and you as well. But how would this work out? Would this work out at all?

—

Well, Layla wasn’t happy. At all. 

Is seemed like she understood the fact that Egyptian Gods were real better than that a person can have D.I.D. It broke Marc’s and Steven’s heart.

She left them.

Marc blamed you, of course he did, but Steven, he felt something else, curiosity. 

He wanted to find you, and he was willing to ask Jake for help. But he knew better than to mess around with Jake especially since Marc knew about Steven’s steps.

Another week ended, you let out a sigh as you stood in front of the museum. Jake asked you to come since he wanted to go to a restaurant. You eyed the woman he asked previously on a date.

“Damn, she’s gorgeous.” you said as she smiled at her colleague and left.

You turned around to look at the stairs, seeing one person coming your way. 

“Would you look at that, I was waiting for,” you checked your watch. “Five minutes…hmm… it felt longer.” You moved your arms around his neck as you kissed him.

But something was off, instead of his arms moving around you, he just froze.

“Shit. Steven?” you asked as you quickly pulled back.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, sorry, Jake said he wanted to meet, I thought you were him. I’m sorry.”

You wanted to leave, disappear. 

“I-I actually wanted to speak with you. If you are up for it.”

“Sure, let’s go eat something I’m starving.”

You two arrived at a steak restaurant, you ordered a nice plate of steak while Steven only asked for a salad. 

“You are charming.” you said and it made Steven stutter.

“Thank you.”

“Charming, smart, handsome and British. Nice combination, makes all the panties drop.” you probably shouldn’t have said that especially while he was drinking, but you did.

“Layla left us.” he said with such a sad tone it made you feel bad.

“I’m sorry Steven.”

“It was her decision, she said she couldn’t bear the thought of Marc with someone else.”

“So, is he blaming me? Are you?”

“No, it was her decision, we could have made it work.” you could have, really, but if she wasn’t up for it.

“Alright then, Mr Accent. Let’s not talk about your ex on our first date. Tell me about you. You obviously know a lot. You might be able to help me.”

“Help you?”

“Yes, you see, I am really interested in my past, I’m still not sure where I got my powers from and I want to find out.”

He looked interested like a new quest just opened its doors for him.

“How much do you know?”

“Besides the name of the orphanage I grew up in, nothing.”

Then his eyes changed.

“Hi Marc.”

“I’m not angry at you, you didn’t make Layla leave, but what are you doing with Steven?”

“Asking for help, that’s all.” you really had no other intentions but you understood that Marc was protective over Steven.

“I’m sure you will grow to like me. I like Steven he is kind.” Marc was still not sure about you. Then you looked up at the building behind him, he did as well as he saw Khonshu.

When he turned back, you noticed the change immediately.

“There you are” you smiled as he finally appeared.

“Who was it?”

“Both actually, she left them.”

“Good.” Jake called over the waiter ordering a steak.

“Don’t be mean, she was nice.”

“She didn’t fit me. You do.” Jake was always harsh you were used to it by now, it also rubbed off on you a little so now you were the same from time to time. “Now, Marc has to get used to the thought as well. And you will be able to move in as I asked you before.”

“Whatever you say, Babe.” you smiled as you drank from your wine.

You could only hope that day would come. 

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Khonshu x Reader

~SPOILERS for Episode 6~

Oh, just how you adored shakes.

Every flavour, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, you loved them all. And that is why you needed one immediately after the car stopped.

You knew you were there to do business, but you didn’t care.

And with your shake in your hand, you walked happily back to the car. Dodging the driver as he noticed you and opened the door for you.

You offered him a smile and a small thanks before getting in.

“Oh, that was fast.” You said noticing Harrow on the seat. You assumed it would take longer to get him from the hospital, hence why you went to get the shake. You moved to sit by Khonshu’s side.

“Y/N, but I thought you were dead.” said Arthur with a concerned voice.

“Everyone did. But its not that easy to get rid of me.” You smiled.

“So, what? Your wife is your avatar now?” asked Arthur with a grin you wanted to punch off of his face. He knew one God cannot be the other’s avatar, yet he still wanted to push your buttons.

“Meet our friend, Jake Lockley.” Khonshu said as he knocked on the window, rolling down the divider in the car, Jake shot Harrow.

It was over.

Finally, Ahmet was defeated. Jake finished what Marc couldn’t.

Then he started driving, and you finished your shake.

“I like your suit.”

“I know, Little Bird, you said it like ten times already.”

“Well, you look sexy in it, what can I say.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I like the modern world.”

“What do you mean? We used to live in a palace before all of that fell.”

“A palace without the modern food and way too much sand. I like it here.”

“Too much sand, we lived in the desert! My Dear Love, Y/N Goddess of War, you enjoy this time?”

“There’s more war in this world than it was ever. People hating each other, people killing each other is nothing new, but this is new.”

“You always enjoyed madness.”

“Goddess of War…duh.” Yet you never hurt anyone or judged them like Ahmet did, your love with Khonshu blossomed, he protected the night, the travellers of the night, you just watched over them. Even if war was your domain, murder can get boring after some time. While others didn’t see Khonshu, they saw you. It was a curse the other Gods put upon you when they banished the two of you.

Of course, you stood by your husband and they didn’t like that. So, when they banished you, they put a curse on you for people to see you. They said the curse was for the Goddess of War so people could put a face to their hatred.

It was a cruel curse but it had its benefits.

“What do you say, My Love, let’s go on a walk.” He offered and told Jake where to stop the limo.

London was very different from the desert you used to live in. You were used to palm trees, sand and small houses. And although you watched as humanity changed and grew, it still surprised you how much it did.

Parks, green grass, trees, fountains, lakes, people walking dogs, children playing, laughter and joy. It was not something you often stopped to watch, and yet there you were, sitting on a bench with Khonshu and Jake.

“You look nervous.” You noted as you looked at Jake.

“This is wasting time, we should be catching bad people.”

“Relax a little, tonight we hunt, for now, let her enjoy this. Get her some of that ice-thing.” Khonshu told Jake as he stood up to get you ice cream.

Jake was a good man, brutal and insane, but you did like him, he could be funny.

“You don’t have to order him around.”

“He cannot sit on his ass for more than two minutes.”

“Well, you did promise him that he could kill bad guys, you know he lovesto kill bad guys.”

You looked at Jake before turning back to Khonshu.

“He switched, it’s Steven.” You noted as the man looked confused when the guy asked him what flavour he wants. Khonshu disappeared from your side as you just watched Steven walk with the ice cream in his hand, he stopped in front of you. “You okay? You look lost.” You said, smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He said before he walked away, leaving the park. Khonshu came back.

“There goes my ice-thingy.”

“I can get you one.”

“No need, I’ll get my own, but do answer one thing My Dear Husband,” you stood up from the bench, stretching your leg. “How do you plan on driving when our driver just left?” and with that you walked to the ice cream stand, leaving Khonshu to think.

It took him a long time before he just spoke up.

“We are literal Gods! We don’t need a car!”

Took him long enough.

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Marc Spector/Jake Lockley/Steven Grant x Reader

Summary:Marc went through a lot already, good and bad, mainly bad, but with you came all the good.

Your pregnancy shook up Marc better than anything before. He never felt such anxiety as he did when you showed him that pregnancy test, and it was positive.

He was switching between himself and Steven a lot. Which you noted was due to his nerves getting the best of him. And just when you were about to feel bad about the whole thing, Steven calmed you, saying this was the best thing to ever happen to him and Marc.

Marc felt guilty for not being out more than he should have. He felt like he was leaving you all alone in this. And even if you said you don’t mind seeing Steven more and Steven did help a lot, Marc wanted to be there for you.

There were weeks, even a month when he didn’t even see you, it was all Steven.

“Marc, it’s okay honestly. It’s not like I don’t have anyone with me. Steven’s here and the baby.” you always told him, trying to calm him, but it barely worked. He was not convinced Steven could protect you if needed, it also didn’t help that Khonshu often asked Marc to go on missions.

Steven on the other hand enjoyed seeing you, he was scared, yes, but he was there to help and even went to the doctors with you. You often caught him talking to a mirror, hearing him tell Marc what happened while he was in control. He often showed Marc the pictures the doctors gave you, Steven even went to the lengths to show Marc your papers, stating everything was in order with the baby.

Then as your belly got rounder, Steven smiled a lot more, he touched your baby bump a lot more, begging to feel the little one move.

One morning something strange happened.

It wasn’t Steven and it was for sure not Marc either.

“Okay, looks like you know a lot about me, but I haven’t seen you, who are you?” you asked the man sitting in front of you drinking the coffee you made as he was talking about a cab or something.

“My name is Jake.“ He did look a bit offended, perhaps by the fact that you didn’t recognize him?

"Nice to meet you Jake.” you smiled. “I wonder…”

“You have seen me before, Babe, I mainly get in control during nights when you are already asleep. But we have been to the shopping centre together, usually I’m the one driving.“ Now it all made sense why Marc didn’t remember driving you all those times, you thought he was just joking.

"You’re the one leaving the flowers right? Steven just takes the credit for them.”

“Exactly, and you are pregnant, its ours right?” he asked so casually, so he knew he was one of Marc’s alters, but Marc didn’t know about him.

“Of course,” you showed the ring on your finger then pointed to his. “We got married last year.” you had a feeling Steven and Marc didn’t know about him.

“I remember, we danced. I don’t remember the baby-making though.” you were a bit confused as to what did he see or when was he present.

“Living with three different people is challenging even for me. Not even I’m sure who I was with during that time, but it doesn’t matter.”

He smiled and nodded. “That is true, the baby is ours, and you are our wife.” He turned his attention back to the meal in front of him

“Do you love me?” you asked suddenly.

“I do. You are always kind and you keep me calm. You are also stunning, Babe, pregnancy looks amazing on you. We should have more children.” You smiled and believed him, being with someone who has two other identities is strange, but there was something exciting about it as well.

“Let me push out this one first. Then the four of us can talk about another.” You said as you got his plate and started doing the dishes.

It was like, the same eyes looking at you, yet they were all so different. Marc, Steven and Jake. You wondered how it will all work out once you have the baby.

Jake looked like the kind to get things done, like he was to do the things Marc rather not. Jake would be amazing to have in the room when you give birth, he was even calmer and more collected than Marc.

But somehow, you loved them equally. They were all so different, yet the same.

They were all so gentle, kind and kept you safe.

Marc always promised to fight off whoever decided to even look you the wrong way. Steven made you tea and brought you snacks when you needed anything. And Jake, Jake brought you to places, driving you around, showing you around London, bringing you to parks.

They were all so different, yet they all loved you the same.

And you just knew, they will be amazing father’s for your little one.

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Khonshu x Reader (Marc Spector x Reader)

You were his first and only Priestess.

You were his first follower and you were given your price for that.

You were the first to ever make him think differently, to see humans as they were and not just the bad.

You were the only one to even steal his heart.

Khonshu, the God of the Moon. Not many liked him, but he was okay with that. During the ancient days, while other Gods and Goddesses hair temples, statues and even tombs raised for them, he wasn’t loved.

No one cared for the God of the Moon as he was feared. Night was his domain, and everyone knew only bad things happened at night.

And yet, there you were, nothing but a young miss in your house’s humble little garden, after a long day at work, looking at the sky, dreaming about it, seeing the stars and the moon, you fell in love with the night sky.

And so, you found Khonshu.

Or rather he found you.

He became interested more so when he first heard prayers. Your voice rang in his head, even if he didn’t know it was you at first.

He wasn’t used to people praying to him.

But he thought he could get used to hearing your voice every night.

Then, he headed out to find you, walking in the desert as he heard your words ring in his head. Your prayers were simple and kind.

It didn’t take long for Khonshu to find you. One evening, he noticed you as you watched the sky, you looked so happy, comfortable and unbothered. Not like the others during the night.

You made him interested.

In your prayers, you wished for health for your family and friends, in case of trouble you prayed for the people involved to be safe.

He noticed how you never asked for anything for yourself. Never. Not once.

Until one day, which he couldn’t ignore. You begged for your mother to be saved from a disease.

“Please Khonshu, please save her and I will do anything you wish for.” You said as you were crying and praying in front of a candle and a small wooden sculpture of Khonsu that you made with your own hands.

“Anything?” he asked at it made you just so quickly that you knocked the figure over. You looked at the huge God standing in front of you, you felt like you were going mad, but it was him, no doubt, Khonsu was standing right in front of you and you suddenly knew what you needed to do.

You knelt on the floor, eyes fixed onto the ground.

“Anything.” You said with a shaky voice.

“For your mother’s life, I will take yours in exchange.” A cold wind ran down your spine from his words. “You will be by my side, you will dedicate your life to me. You do notquestion my decisions, forever till the end of time.” He said.

For your mother, you’d do anything. For your mother’s health this seemed like a small thing in comparison. To dedicate your life to a God, just when you thought your life would have no point.

“Of course, Khonshu.”  

—

Days, months, years, decades, centuries passed.

And you were still by his side. After a couple years you were sure Khonshu would get bored of you, but it never happened. He really wanted you by his side.

You were through it all. His little priestess. You were there when the Gods decided they won’t walk with the humans any longer. You were there when they decided to take avatars and when they all banished Khonshu because of his beliefs.

You were there by his side when another god tried to take you away from him, jealous of the relationship you had with Khonshu.

But you were his.

Then, he started to take avatars. One after the other, although you were not a fan of his cruel methods, you were blinded by your feelings for the God of the Moon.

Something about his possessive nature made you feel incredibly safe and you really liked it.

Over the many many years, you grown to love Khonshu, you loved him for the God that he was and for the protection he gave you.

Seeing him in the modern world was something that made you laugh. As the world changed, so did you, well, at least your looks.

But seeing him standing next to a bus or watching as he sat on top of a big statue, when you always feared heights.

And he knew that.

So, one evening he brought you to the very top of the Empire State Building.

You felt sick.

“Please, can we just go down.” You said as you hugged a pillar, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Look at the view.” He said.

You opened one eye, barely seeing anything through your tears before you closed your eyes again.

“Beautiful, now can we leave please?”

He sighed before he put his staff down and grabbed your waist, pulling you away from the pillar, you hugged him instead. He was hugetowering over you like a giant. But you were scared. Extremely scared.

“You are safe with me, I told you before, I proved it to you before during the wars.”

“Yes, but this is very different. I’m terrified of heights and you know that.”

“Of course I do. I know everything about My Little One.” He moved and you tightened your hold on him. “But you have nothing to fear. The night sky will always protect you, Iwill always protect you.”

“I know that, but I am still scared.”

“Or you just like to hold me.”

“No, I prefer it when you hold me. Makes me feel more safe.” Just as you said that his arms moved around you, immediately making you feel a little better. Good enough to make you open your eyes, but you felt dizzy.

“Look at the sky. It will forever guide you to me.”

“Not like I’m allowed to leave your side.”

“No, but I found a new avatar. I have things to deal with.” You nodded, this wasn’t the first, nor will it be the last.

But you managed to take a look at the view from the top of the building, seeing everything and the people below you, you were scared, but him holding you so secure, you felt a lot better.

—

Technically, his next avatar wasn’t supposed to be Marc Spector.

You assumed Khonshu would hide you from Marc just as he did before, but surprisingly, he didn’t. Because when the man turned up in your home, you were both confused and happy.

Marc was a handsome man, yes, you weren’t blind, but he had so many inner demons, you just wanted to hug him.

“This is my wife, Marc so behave.” Khonshu said as he sat down in the corner where he always preferred to sit, to oversee everything.

Wife? Khonshu often called you by cute names. Little One or My Priestess, but he never once mentioned you being a wife or anything like that. Even if you basically was his wifehe never said that before.

Marc looked confused from the God at you, you looked like a normal human as you smiled and waved at him.

“Are you hungry Marc?” you asked.

“Don’t feed him, come here. Marc will think about his next step.” You smiled again at Marc before walking over to Khonshu, who pulled you to sit on his lap. He was completely showing off to Marc just whoyou belong to.

And Marc respected that.

He truly did.

Even in the upcoming weeks, months.

—

You knocked on his door, finding it to be open, so you went in. You never expected to see him almost naked on the floor with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He looked at the mirror, you closed the door behind yourself, you looked into the mirror but all you saw was Marc.

“Steven?” you asked as you knelt down next to him.

“No.”

“Oh, Marc. What happened?” you asked as you looked him over, trying to find an injury, finding nothing you let out a relieved sigh.

But instead of answering, he took a big gulp of the almost empty bottle.

“You can talk to me you know?”

“I know but Khonshu might not like that.” Of course Marc would be a hard egg to crack, but you had time.

“You know, I used to be human. I lived in Egypt with my family. My mother got really sick, healthcare wasn’t as great as it is nowadays. She would have died if it wasn’t for Khonshu. I gave my life to serve him, so she would live a happy life. That was my deal.”

“So, you are not his wife then.”

“Technically no. But in a way, I am. He wants good for us, he never once hurt me.” You grabbed his hand as he looked into your eyes. “He saved your life as well.” That made Marc scoff as he took another shot from his bottle.

“He tricked me. And used me.”

“Well, duh. He said he was looking for someone. Someone  to carry out his work. Of course, he would use you to hunt people Marc. What did you think he meant? Tea parties and cookies?” Marc pulled his hand away from your hold as he tried to stand but he failed. “I know you are in pain. Even the blind could see that you are suffering, but you have to know you are not alone. You have Steven, Khonshu and me. The moon and the night sky will always be there to keep you company.” You offered him a kind smile. And just as the sun was setting and the moon started to rise, you knew Marc was about to leave for another mission.

And surely enough, he had his suit on.

“Thank you Y/N.” he said before he literally jumped out the window.

“You are too kind to him.” Khonshu said from behind you.

“He needs it. You know just how broken he is. Even the smallest push would make him lose it, and I don’t want to lose him.”

“Youlovehim?”

“I do. But my heart belongs to you.” You turned to look at the God standing in front of you.

“You belong to me.” He said and you nodded as he walked closer and hugged you. “Mine.” He said before the two of you headed to the roof, he left to look after Marc while you watched the sky.

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Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: You and Marc got married a long time ago, even before all this mess happened and he got the suit.

A/N: Potential SPOILER warning for those who don’t know about Marc in the comics.

Marc wanted to keep you safe. 

The less you knew, the better it was. At least that is what he believed. But you knew it all. 

You weren’t blind or stupid you noticed your husband changing, sure he was always a little weird, but you could read him like a book.

You could, yet it still hurt whenever he left you behind, telling you not to look for him, call him or so anything to even be close to him.

And you listened, you sure did.

Only sent him texts, to which he responded a couple of days later. Then a call came. Suddenly out of nowhere.

“Hi, Honey.” you said picking up.

“O-Oh Sorry.” the guy on the other end said with a heavy accent. It made you tilt your head and he quickly hung up.

You tried to call him back but he didn’t pick up, so you just let it go.

Then Marc came home, saying he will spend the weekend with you. And you were happy.

Happy enough to bring that strange call up.

“Soooo, are you going to tell me who the sexy English man was?”

He looked at you questioningly as he stopped the movie you were watching.

“You called me last week, I picked up but a British guy answered and after babbling he hung up.”

“Oh.” was all he said, and you just waited.

And then, slowly he stood up, sitting down at a chair by the table and started to talk.

He walked about his childhood, his life and his mental issues. He told you about his identity disorder too.

And it all made sense.

Your heart broke for him. Marc was such a great person, kind, affectionate and trustworthy. And yet, here he was breaking down like a child.

You on the other hand was the kind of person who would rather laugh than cry. And your aching heart needed a distraction.

So, after Marc finished explaining what happened to him, you sat there for a moment, thinking about what to say. And the best you could come up with was.

“So, you are like a two for one special?” you asked and Marc just stared at you. “You know like those special offers in stores. I got you as a husband but I also got Steven and Jake, or how does that work?”

This was probably the first time in your life that you have seen Marc confused and not sure what to say.

“Don’t get me wrong your trauma is awful, I’m here if you want to talk about it more. I’m just not sure how to help. Maybe Jake or Steven wants to talk?” he just blinked, and it made you sigh. “Did I say something weird again?” you had a tendency to say weird things when you wanted to defuse the tension. But you two just stared at each other.

This went on for about five minutes.

Then he finally moved his arms from his legs.

And he laughed.

“I can’t believe you said “like those special offers in stores”. Who do you think I am?”

“You’re my husband, and I just want to know, how- IF this will change things. D.I.D. is serious, Marc, and I just want to be sure you are at least okay.”

“You know I’m okay, Sweetheart. And this will not change a thing. I always will be okay as long as I have you. This-“ he said gesturing to his head. “Is something you have to learn to live with. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry, I was scared of your reaction.”

“You shouldn’t be, Marc. I love you, all of you. Even if they might not love me.”

Marc made a motion with his head like someone just told him something before he smiled.

“They do, at least Steven does. And you met Jake before.”

“I sure did. He is a flirty one.” you did, but you only realized now that it was him and not Marc. You laughed and stood up to hug him. He hugged your middle while you ran your fingers through his hair, slightly scratching his scalp. “Thank you for telling me all of this.”

“I love you. We love you.”

“And I love all of you too.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t worried, of course, you were, but you also knew that you loved him and as long as you had him and he had you, everything will be okay.

And just okay, for now, is perfect.

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Part 1 Part 2

Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: Your life with the three men was challenging but incredibly rewarding at the same time. All four of you were happy.

“Well, Jenna’s getting married.” you said as you opened the text on your phone.

“Who?” asked Marc as he looked at you from the TV.

“Jenna, an old friend of mine, we didn’t speak in like… Two years. Why is she inviting me then?” you said as you looked at the text again, confused. “Oooh.”

“What is it?”

“She is getting married to a guy I used to like. She wants to rub it in. Well jokes on her, I have three boyfriends now.” you said as you replied to the message that you are going to the wedding and you will bring a plus one. “You’ll need a nice shirt.”

“Do I have to? Really?” Marc groaned, dissatisfied with the news. Being Moon Knight meant he rather not go to elegant events, or play dress-up, but then there were you. You, who convinced even Khonshu to give him a break so he could spend time with you.

“Not necessarily has to be you, could be Jake or Steven.”

“Why do you want to go so badly?” Marc asked as you sat down on his lap, moving your arms around his neck as he held your waist.

“Because I have just the right dress and if she thinks I am the loser in this situation she has something else coming.” you smirked.

Marc loved how cheeky you could be, petty, yes, but he loved it.

“Okay, we go with you, but you take Steven, he’s the polite one.”

“Now, who says Jake isn’t polite?”

“The guy whose nose he broke last week for asking you where the train station was.” you giggled, Jake was extremely protective and jealous.

“Right, but I can’t have sex with Steven in the bathroom, he would never agree!” you complained and Marc rolled his eyes.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“It’s tradition!” you whined. “Everyone knows that.”

“No one does that Sweetheart, maybe a couple of people but not…” Marc knew there was no point in arguing with you. He knew better.

He also knew you’d get anything you wanted, and if you wanted to go to a wedding, you will.

—

Your dress was stunning, hugged you just right, making the boys’ mouths water when they saw you, you adjusted their tie. Steven was a babbling mess when he saw you, a Goddess walking over to him, he was sure he died again. 

“Mi Amor,” said Jake as he fronted and started to whistle. “I’m sure we can be a bit late.” he said with a suggestive voice. He leaned over into your ear, “Me estás volviendo salvaje.” and just as he said that, Steven was back.

“Let’s go then.” you said smiling as you headed downstairs for the cab to take you. 

The wedding was okay. You didn’t like them too much white which was used as decoration but it definitely wasn’t hideous. 

“Jenna, congratulations,” you said as you put on your best fake smile for her, you were only there for the free food, drinks and to see your men in that suit that made them look just divine. “This is my boyfriend, Steven.”

“Hello, nice ceremony, congrats.” Steven was as polite as ever. With another smile, both you and Steven were off to the venue to get drinks.

Steven of course started it slowly but you were already two shots in by the time he lifted the wine to his lips. “Slow down, Love.”

“I can take alcohol very well. One time I drank a bottle of whiskey and barely felt it.”

You still managed to amaze him even after all these months. Steven looked up to the ceiling only to see that it was a glass roof, it was reflecting everyone, he saw Marc who smiled at you and shook his head. 

“Of course she did.”

The evening went on quite well. Steven was sitting, watching people dance, including you.

“Dance with her,” Marc would often say to encourage Steven but he was too shy. 

“Then let me take the body.” Steven heard Jake say.

“But don’t hurt anyone.” Steven made sure before Jake appeared. 

You were dancing, enjoying your time wondering when the cake will arrive when you felt a very familiar pair of arms around you. You smirked.

“I was waiting for youu~”

“I know Mi Amor, you look delicious in this dress and the way you move…”

“I look and taste delicious just for you Mister.” you winked and it was his time to smirk.

“Vamos a salir de aquí.”

“No, I want to dance. Can I dance with all of you?”

And you did. Each one is so different and you loved them the same. Jake was holding you so close, Steven barely touched you and Marc was in-between, touching you a little but he never held onto you like Jake did.

The evening was nice, you were enjoying yourself so much, you forgot that you were at a wedding a couple of times.

You even managed to get Jake alone to the ladies bathroom for a good time. When you two were done, without a shame he walked out. Everyone knew what you two did in there, but like you cared. You needed some fresh air so you headed outside and stood by the pond. 

Jake held you close as he kissed your neck. It was cute to see how sentimental he got after sex when he could be so rough with you. 

“Let’s sit down.” he said guiding you to a nearby bench.

You looked at the people talking, laughing, drinking and dancing inside.

“Do you think you will ever marry me?” asked Marc, he didn’t even realize what he just said, it just came out. You looked at him, stunned. “I-I mean I already messed up one marriage so I’m not good at this but… you are different.” he looked at you, you could see it in his eyes just how scared he was of your answer.

He always said he was nothing but a broken man, but you knew that wasn’t true. he was kind, gentle and incredible.

“You will have to ask me with a ring. Only then you’ll get my official answer. But my unofficial answer is the same I gave to Jake when he asked me months ago, yes I will marry you.”

Marc wasn’t even surprised when you revealed that Jake already asked you.

You caught Steven in the reflection of the window looking at the two of you, happy.

“Maybe the next wedding we attend will be ours.” said Steven as he looked at you and Marc.

“Maybe.” you let out a sigh. Marc leaned over to give you a kiss.

It was short and sweet, it made you feel special. You even felt it when he switched with Steven.

“Love, they are about to serve the cake.” Steven said as he was afraid to ruin the moment.

But you stood up so quickly, it nearly gave him whip-lash. 

“Let’s go then.” you held out your hand for him to take as you offered them a smile.

You were the one for them, from now on being by your side will be their life and future. 

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Translations: (All of the translation is from Google! I don’t speak Spanish, apologies for any mistakes.)

Me estás volviendo salvaje. - You’re driving me wild.

Vamos a salir de aquí. - Let’s get out of here. 

Part 1

Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: After Layla left, Marc wasn’t the same he felt betrayed as Steven moved on so quickly, he didn’t blame you for this, he never could.

Marc was a hard egg to crack. 

While Steven warmed up to you rather quickly, he loved to talk and you loved to listen to whatever he had to say. Egyptian Gods? Lore? Myths? Tombs? Sure, you were all in.

When Marc was in charge, you often just stayed behind, avoiding him, you felt bad about making Layla leave in a way, but just as you said, you are not willing to leave Jake behind. Never.

While you stayed low around Marc, with Steven you felt at home.

He was warm, kind and shy. Something you loved teasing him with.

Even your slightest sexual comment would make the man blush and stutter, it was cute.

Extremely cute.

You spent more time in their flat as well. Even when it was Marc, you stayed there, reading a book, cooking or watching his fish.

“You should get a third one.” you said one time, forgetting that it was Marc for a moment.

“I know, you already said that to Steven.” he said with a rather calm voice, he usually talked to you in a rough way, but not this time.

That was the time you realized that while Steven was in charge, Marc was still conscious and could hear and see everything Steven did.

Not like that would change your behaviour. 

Then there was Jake, your lovely brutal murderer whom you loved so much.

Khonsu still instructed him on who to kill and what to do, and he followed, and so did you. It was actually quite a nice routine.

You helped Jake during the night, then you would get back to his place, have sex on whatever surface you felt like doing it at that particular moment and then fall asleep in each other’s arms. Then you’d wake up with Steven, get over the awkward stage of him being flustered because you two are naked, make breakfast and he would go to work while you just walk around London, trying to catch anything unusual with Khonshu. You would usually go pick up Steven after work, you two either go to a restaurant or get groceries to cook something.

It was a nice routine, comfortable and warm.

You loved it really.

If only Marc could get used to you as well.

Today, it was him, he woke up and headed to work. He was the one who gently pushed you away as you walked into the kitchen to greet him in the morning. 

And you had enough.

You had enough of the fact that you constantly had to walk on glass around him. 

You had a plan. 

A terrible plan, but you had one.

One morning, Marc woke up and he was expecting you to be there. But you weren’t, not in the bed, not in the bathroom or the kitchen. 

“Maybe she went out?” asked Steven in the mirror.

“I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do! Stop lying to yourself Marc, you like her! As much as I do if not more! I saw you with her during the nights when you run your hands all over her face and kiss her. I saw it all.” Steven’s words hurt Marc on a level. Like a teen getting caught kissing their pillow. 

Marc knew there was no point in lying to Steven. 

“She loves Jake, don’t forget that, not us.”

“Jake is us. he is a part of you just like me. If she loves him, she loves us.” Steven always made it sound so much easier than it really was. Marc was supposed to be the strong one, but it was Steven really.

“Go find her.” said Steven as he turned in the mirror in the bathroom. “Tell her how you feel, you know she avoids you because of Layla.”

Marc knew that, he knew very well he behaved like a child whose toy was taken from them.

He didn’t blame you for what happened, he blamed himself, his feelings for Layla were not strong enough.

He wondered if his feelings towards you might be stronger.

—

You stood in front of the museum, waiting for anyone really, Jake, Steven or Marc. Just someone to finally show up as they were late.

You contemplated heading up and into the museum but decided against it. You rather not embarrass yourself or anyone.

You looked at the sky and let out a groan.

You pulled your phone out and dialled Steven.

“Hello?”

“Steven! What’s going on? I have been waiting for you to finish work for the last…30 minutes.”

Silence.

“Love… today’s my day off. I told you that.”

He did. You just forgot. Shit.

“Oh,” was all you said before you hung up and with a simple motion teleported yourself to his home.

You scared him as he flinched nearly dropping the fish food he was holding.

“What the- You can teleport?!”

“Yes. I thought you knew- Oh, Jake knew.” you said as you took your coat off.

“And you have been making me run around London looking for stuff when you can just go and be there in seconds?”

“Yes, but it’s hard to explain to people how can a person just disappear into thin air. So, what did you do today?”

“Nothing really, fed Gus, watched some telly. What about you?”

“Good. I was just with Khonshu, he thought he had a lead but didn’t. You could have come with me! I forgot this was your day off.”

“Naah, I was fine here, I also did some shopping, got you some snacks you like.”

“Well, thank you kind sir.” you walked into the kitchen only to see dinner was ready. “And you made pasta?! Steven, you are just… wow, okay I’ll get on my knees for you, come here.” you said as you smelled the incredibly delicious food. 

“Y/N.” now, that wasn’t Steven, you looked back to see Marc. 

“Hi Marc. I was about to give Steven a good time, if you could switch back…" 

"I wanted to talk.”

Oh boy. This never meant any good did it? You went out of the kitchen and sat down on the table, pushing away a couple of books in the process.

“I’m listening.”

Marc took a deep breath before he looked into the mirror. You knew Steven was saying something to him.

“One day I’ll crack that and I will be able to see and hear him in the mirror.” you said more to yourself but it made Marc look at you. Your powers always amazed him to no end.

You were so powerful.

“That’s-You could do that?”

“I have been trying to. I figured out a couple of things, there are certain things I can do to make you switch. I noticed music is a good trigger for example. Or food. Whenever you eat something, Steven likes to be in control.”

“I didn’t know I could… trigger it like that.”

“Oh, you could. I noticed when danger was near, Jake reacted too fast even I wasn’t able to. Then once the job is done, you or Steven are back.”

Marc’s mind was blank, what could he say to that? He looked in the mirror but Steven was stunned as well.

“Anyway, you wanted to talk about something.” you said as you crossed your legs and put your hand on your knee.

“Yes. I did. I don’t know how to say this, but I noticed you have been avoiding me, like now, you sat down so far away as if I was to break if you are closer, but I won’t. My mind might be broken but my body is strong.” that made you smirk a little, oh how you knew his body was strong. “Not like that.” he said trying to get back to his point. “I noticed this and I know it is because of what happened with Layla. I said this before I don’t blame you for what happened. Jake is his own person and he found you, you two fell in love, great. And now Steven too. And-and I think… I do too.” he said the last part with such a silent voice you had to really listen to understand. 

And you did. And it shocked you.

“You do? You like me?” it was strange to think he did. He wasn’t exactly nice or rude to you. He was just… there. Marc wasn’t really talkative with you, he never asked you anything besides ‘What’s for dinner’ or 'Where’s the shampoo’ but, you did like him. 

“I do like you yes, and I am over with pretending I don’t. I over running away from my feelings. This-this is something that physically pains me you know. When I see you smile or laugh with Steven and you don’t do that to me. And God knows what you do with Jake.”

“More than laughing.” you confirmed and he nodded.

“I want to do that too. I want to laugh with you, watch movies with you, go to dinner with you, cook with you and sleep with you. I want it all but only if you want it too.”

“You know, for a long time now, Jake always told me to stay away from you two, that you two had someone and I wouldn’t want to get mixed up in it. I don’t know if he wanted to keep me to himself because he was possessive or because he wanted to protect you two from the trouble. But I was never against it. Mental issues or not Marc you are an amazing person. Steven is a great example of it, who wouldn’t love a man like you? You kept Steven safe for so long. And to have you all three, it will be a challenge but… I helped kick a big purple alien’s ass, I think I can handle you three. You boys will have to learn to share.” you smiled and you saw the switch this time. “Only if you agree, Jake.” he rushed over to you putting his arms on each side of you, locking you in as you move your arms around his neck.

“I knew you could do it. I told you they will love you.” he leaned over and smirked as you turned and his nose hit your cheek. “Mi Amor, déjame besarte por favor.”

“You are too handsome to resist you know that? But I was kind of in the middle of something with Marc.” his eyes shined, to finally have the others love you as well, Jake felt like he won. And he did. He made them fall for you and he didn’t even have to do anything, this meant you would be by his side at all times. Just like he wanted. “Solo un beso más.”

You could do that, you turned your head and let him kiss your lips. He moved his hand around your hips as you dropped your leg, letting him take a step and pull you to the edge and into his body.

You moved your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer when he froze and stopped.

You pulled back out of confusion and looked at him.

“There you are.” you said, smiling as you saw Marc but you didn’t let go of him.

“Uhm, were you with Jake just now?”

“Yes.”

“O-okay he kind of switched right before the kiss and then I just went with it but then I… panicked." 

"It’s okay, happens with the best of us.” you smiled and tried to pull him back but he didn’t let you. 

“I really like you and I don’t want to mess it up as I did with Layla, you are special to me.”

“And you are special to me. All of you.” he smiled and you melted, that man had a gorgeous smile.

“Steven’s yelling at me to kiss you.”

“Oh, then why won’t you, or why won’t he?” you looked into the mirror behind you two but only saw Marc.

This was going to be a journey, having three boyfriends in one body, you were prepared for jealousy, but you were also prepared for the good.

Marc leaned in to kiss you and you ran your fingers through his hair, he melted into your touch, Jake also loved it when you played with his hair.

Now this, you really liked this. A place that once wasn’t too warm finally left like home. A man who wasn’t always the kindest to you, melted into your kiss.

Later that evening you were watching a movie with Steven and Marc, they both kept switching according to who wanted to talk at that moment. You were watching a rather gruesome horror.

“That’s not realistic. If you cut a limb off like that you’d bleed out in seconds.” Marc said.

“Thanks, Mate, appreciate it, all of us wanted to know that.”

“But what if you cut it off with like a really hot knife? Would it burn the flesh and stop the bleeding?”

Steven looked at you, eyes wide as you so casually popped a chip into your mouth.

“OR, what if it’s freezing cold outside? Wind and all, would the blood freeze?” You looked at Steven from the TV, seeing his shocked face. “What?”

“What are you doing?” Khonshu’s voice made you jump and so did Steven as he yelled in fear.

“Fucking HELL, Khonshu! STOP scaring me!” you said to the god as you threw a bag of chips at him, you watched as the bag bounced off of his chest onto the floor. Steven laughed a little.

“We have to go, I have a new target for my Moon Knight.” you looked at Steven and paused the movie.

“Let’s get this over with.” you stood up, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go, he won’t leave us alone until we go,”

It was now Marc in charge. “You can take this Jake.” said Marc as he switched. 

“Vamos, mi amor. Entonces podemos tener sexo." 

You laughed as Jake pulled you out of the flat through the window. 

This was definitely a new adventure and you were all up for it.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the support on Part 1, I don’t plan on turning this into a long series but if I get an inspiration I might do a part 3, I’m thinking perhaps a wedding or a child would fit into my story. Let me know!

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Translation:(All of the translation is from Google! I don’t speak Spanish, apologies for the mistakes.)

Mi Amor, déjame besarte por favor. - My Love, let me kiss you please.

Solo un beso más. - Just one more kiss.

Vamos, mi amor. Entonces podemos tener sexo. - Let’s go my love. Then we can have sex.

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Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of losing virginity, mention of Smut

Summary: Getting into a disagreement with Marc was something you wanted to avoid, but Steven took over and after a mission, he wants to try something out.

It all was so silly.

Fighting over something that was a part of them.

Even if Khonshu healed their wounds, even if he was always okay, it still worried you.

They were still human. Even if they were an avatar. Seeing that bleeding cut on their arm or bruise on their ribs, hurt.

Even when you watched those heal in a matter of seconds, and you could heal them just as quick something about the particular purple bruise on their leg made you crazy.

You didn’t mean to yell, you didn’t mean to get so carried away.

Then Marc switched, and you could tell it wasn’t his choice. 

“What’s wrong, Love?” asked Steven who you assume didn’t listen in the last ten minutes. He looked stunned as if he was forced to be out, and you were partially sure he was.

“I had an argument with Marc.” you admitted as you went to Steven, tears in your eyes, you put your hands on his shoulders. “I’m just so worried. Almost every night we go out, yes your wounds heal but, it still hurts to see. But Marc, please I’m not her, you don’t have to hide from me." 

"Oh, Love it’s okay, we understand you are just worried, now lets all just calm down and watch something while I hold you okay? Would you like that?” Steven was too sweet, you nodded drying your tears off, and you let out a long sigh. You moved your hands, grabbing onto his shirt.

“I don’t know what happened to me, I’m sorry.”

“No one likes to see the person they love in pain.” Steven pulled you in for a big hug, running his hands up and down your back to calm you.

“I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too, you know that.”

The moment was one of those where you just wish you’d stay there forever.

“Are you two done?” Spoke up Khonshu behind you, making you jump even when you felt his presence.

“FUCK OFF!” you yelled. “Why do you always have to ruin every moment!”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you do! Last time me and Jake tried to have a quiet night, you barged right in!”

“You say quiet night, but you were really loud, I thought it was okay-”

“It was not!”

Steven blushed, still not used to you being so bold and open about intimate things.

“Doesn’t matter, I have a new job for my Knight.” you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, you can go. I’ll stay this time.”

“Why?” asked Steven. “Don’t you want to come as well?”

“Nope, I can feel this is an easy job and I can always go if you need me later, I’ll order some food and I have some leftover ice cream, I’ll be fine.”

“A-About the ice cream…. uhm…You see…”

“You ate it?” Steven nodded. “I suggest you leave this apartment in 0.1 seconds Steven Grant or I might do something I’ll regret.”

And he did.

—

And you were right, it was an easy job, well and easy job for Moon Knight that is. Khonshu found a human trafficking cycle and wanted to shut it down.

“I’m back, Love!” said Steven as he climbed through the window. You were having a shower, as he heard the water running.

“This will be good, give me the body,” Steven heard Jake speak up, “No, I have to apologize to her.” barged in Marc. “Let me have my fun, Amigo!”

“Hush, both of you, this time I’ll be in charge.” this surprised both, Steven was more of a cuddler, he prefered to come out after sex to give you hugs and kisses, he was never in charge during the act.

“Are you sure?” both asked at the same time and Steven nodded at the men in the reflection.

Marc and Jake decided to stay quiet. They wanted to give Steven the illusion that he was alone with you.

Steven was nervous, extremely nervous. He considered himself a virgin. He heard and saw everything Marc does but he was never the one doing it.

He let out a long sigh before he headed to the shower, he failed to notice that the water stopped running.

And out you came with your hair in a towel while only wearing one of their shirts.

“You were quick. How did it go?” you asked.

“It went well. Y-You know… I was thinking…”

“Yes, why are you so nervous Steven? You look like you’re about to explode.” you joked but his serious expression made you change your tone. “Did something happen?”

“No! Not at all, Love, we are all fine, we saved the good people, its just… It’s usually Marc or Jake who’s… with you after.”

It took you a solid minute to realize what he was saying.

“OH, you want to have sex?”

“Make love.” he corrected you immediately. “Love… I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I do like it rough you know!” Steven’s eyes widened. “Hey! I know you are different Steven, and I know how difficult it is to even talk about this, but I’m patient, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can wait.”

“I’m ready it’s just. I know what to do, I think, I have seen it but…”

“I can help you.”

“I know that but I still want to be manly!”

“Masculinity is overrated, I do like to be manhandled from time to time but if you’d like I can take the lead, we can take it slow, dim the lights put some awful movie on for background noise.”

“I’d like that.”

And the two of you just stood there for a couple of minutes, unsure. 

“I should have got you flowers or chocolate or something. This is so awkward. Maybe I can’t do this.”

“Steven, honey, please.” you walked up to him and slowly started to guide him over to the bed, you pulled him down by the neck and kissed him.

—

You were out of breath as you rolled over and off of Steven, he was breathing just as hard as you were. 

“You are amazing.” he said and you smiled.

“I know.” you moved your head onto his chest. “So, how was your first time?” Steven was clearly still under the effect of the afterglow, he smiled and looked at you.

“Amazing. You really are a Goddess.”

“I am.”

“Do you still want to find your parents?”

“EWW Steven! NEVER mention parents after sex, fuck.”

“Sorry! Oh, I ruined it all didn’t I? I’m sorry.” Steven sat up making you sit up with him and when the blanket fell from your chest he blushed and pulled the blanket up but he accidentally touched your skin, making him start to shake a little.

“You didn’t ruin anything. You are perfect. I love you.” this was the first time Steven ever heard you say “you” not “all of you” just “you” just him and he wanted to cry. You leaned over and kissed his shoulder as he moved his arm around you. 

You swore if Khonshu was to ruin this moment you’ll paint his beak with glitter paint!

“I love you as well, Love.” he turned his head as a tear formed in his eye and he needed to dry it before turning back to you, he was so happy he felt his chest get tighter.

The movie on the TV ended and it was really quiet now.

“Do you want to do it again?” you asked as he placed his head on your shoulder. He laughed a little.

“I’m a bit… overwhelmed at the moment, Darling.”

“I get it, it’s okay. Also, I don’t want to find my parents or my past. All I want is a future with you. That’s all I care about.” you kissed his temple as he pulled you close, you felt his tears fall onto your chest but you knew they were happy tears.

“Thank you.”

This was the first time when you weren’t sure who said that. You were convinced it was all three of them, but Steven was still in charge. 

You held him for a long time after that, Khonsu didn’t arrive to ruin the moment and soon, you were sleeping in Steven’s arms.

This was your future, by the side of these amazing men, and for them, you’d do anything. You’d even pretend to not know about the velvet box hidden amongst the books, you’d pretend not to know about the dinner reservation at a fancy restaurant and you’d pretend to be surprised by his question when he will ask you. 

You love them all too much, and they love you way too much as well.

~THE END~

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Steven Grant x Reader

Words:330

A/N:No summary for this, the tailer inspired me, so here’s a little something. I cannot wait for it! Hope you enjoy this one~

Your husband always had difficulties sleeping.

From terrible nightmares to sleepwalking, he was always restless. The dark circles under his eyes were a proof of that.

You tried your best to help him, took him to doctors, gave him medication, but nothing ever seemed to help.

Then it got worse.

It got to the point where he had to chain himself to the bed, surround the bed with sand so he can be assured he wouldn’t leave during the night.

He started to have hallucinations, causing him to freak out in the middle of the day when an elderly lady just wanted to enter the lift.

You were genuinely worried for Steven, but you didn’t know what to do.

One evening, he woke up, screaming. He started to run but the chain stopped him, causing him to harshly hit the ground as you woke from your dreams. Seeing him on the ground with that awful thing around his ankles make your heart ache. You felt like you were failing as a wife.

If you can’t comfort your own husband, who would?

With tears in your eyes you made your way to him on the ground as he slowly started to get up to sit on the floor.

“We will find answers.” you told him as you hugged him close to your chest, surrounding him with your warmth. “There has to be someone who could help.”

You truly believed you would be able to find a solution for him. Even if you never knew where to look.

But for now, holding him on the ground, occasionally kissing him on the head was enough.

He calmed down, letting himself get fully surrounded by you. He knew if he was thinking about you and nothing else, he would be able to get over this.

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just lil ol’ me : s.g

you’re the one reliable source in Steven’s life, and he’s afraid he might lose you with everything that is unveiling. (800 words.)

first time writing for moonknight - if I have perceived DID incorrectly please let me know, I mean no offence whatsoever :)

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Blissfully lying in a deep sleep, you remain unaware of the torment Steven is enduring whilst standing at the end of his bed, watching you with a small smile crossing his lips.

“But it’s Y/n.” Steven moves away from his bed, not wanting to risk causing you to stir. “She’s my best mate, Marc.” Facing a mirror, with slumped shoulders, Marc runs his hands over his face in annoyance.

“She can’t know anything, Steven.” Marc reminds his counter for the fifth time this evening. “It’s not safe for her to know, she’ll be in danger because of it.”

Yet, it doesn’t seem to matter how much Marc drills the point into Steven. The moment his head turns to look back over at you, curled up on top of his bed with your eyes closed and a pillow close to your chest, he just can’t help himself.

“I tell her everything, Marc.” Steven begins, unaware of Marc rolling his eyes. “She’s the only one in the whole world who doesn’t think I’m some kind of nutter. She’s trying to help me with this sleep disorder, and even when I told her that she didn’t leave me.”

And then it clicks. Marc shifts in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the expression across Steven’s face. His eyes soften, his frown reduces and his shoulders are no longer slumped.

“You’re in love with her.” Marc resolutes.

A breath leaves Steven’s lips. “Yeah, I think I am.” He admits. “Which is why I don’t want to lie to her, Marc. We can trust Y/n.” He presses further, approaching the mirror once more.

“It’s just not safe,” Marc starts, but Steven cuts him off.

“What? Because of Layla, huh?” Steven retorts sharply, noticing Marc’s jaw tensing.

“Don’t go there, Steven.” Gritting his teeth, Marc can halts, sensing something shifting.

“Steven?” A tired voice calls out, causing Steven to snap out of his thoughts and turn abruptly on his feet, rather clumsily, to face you.

Walking toward you, Steven perches on the edge of his bed, unable to stop his heart from almost leaping out of his chest as you rub your eyes. “You alright?” He asks softly, unsure of his own voice.

Nodding, you sit upright. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to nod off. I was listening to you, I swear, it’s just Donna really pissed me off today and I,” Cutting yourself off with a yawn, you hold your hands up in annoyance. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, love.” Steven can’t stop himself, it’s too late to take it back.

His eyes widen at the realisation. ’Too late to take it back now, buddy.’ Marc remarks.

“Is everything okay, Steven?” You ask, swallowing your own heartbeat from his comment. “Have you been able to sleep at all tonight?”

And there it is, one of the reasons he can’t help but fall in love with you. You’re forever checking on him in a gentle way, always ensuring he’s okay and if he’s not, you’ll try to help in any way you can.

Shaking his head, you shuffle from your spot to sit beside him.

“There’s something I’ve not been honest about,” Steven begins, his voice shaking. He glances up to see a reflection of Marc on a framed poster, frowning at him.

Without thinking, you take his hand in yours. “Hey, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” Your thumb brushes across his hand, soothing as ever.

“No, I am.” Steven tells himself more than you. “It’s all just too much.” He tries to remain confident, but his walls are breaking down.

“Come here,” You mutter, helping him to lie down on the bed and into your arms. “let’s just try and get some sleep, yeah?” His head remains on your chest, breathing in your scent now mixed with his from the sheets.

Closing his eyes, he can feel Marc’s comments subside. “Y/n?” Steven speaks up, opening his eyes to look up at you.

Your soft gaze fixates on him as you lift your hand up to brush his curls away from his forehead. “Yeah?” Whispering back, a tired smile forms on your face, causing your eyes to crinkle slightly.

The words fail Steven. “Thank you.” He tells you instead, before lowering his head back down, holding back the tears threatening to fall.

“Any time, Steven.” You’re unsure if he can hear how fast your heart is beating, and if he can, he might be ignoring it. “That’s what mates are for.” You remind him, closing your eyes to drift off once more.

’God, they’re hopeless.’ Marc comments.

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fleeting moments : m.s / s.g

marc knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable forever. there was always going to be a point where you would want to meet steven, even if it wasn’t in the most conventional way. (1.5k)

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The silence between the two of you was too loud. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he dreaded this day.

“So,” You start, “it’s always going to be like this, huh?” Lifting your gaze upward, you hear him hum in response.

“He’s not ready to know, baby.” His arm tightens around your waist, causing goosebumps to once more erupt on your skin and a smirk to form on his lips.

Sadly, this doesn’t bring you much comfort as you slink out from his embrace, something Marc didn’t anticipate. “You’ve been saying that for months, Marc.” The short tone in your voice makes him wince internally.

The truth is, Marc believes you deserve better. He doesn’t want to involve you further into his life, into his situation because he knows one day, you’ll just get up and leave. But of course, he’ll never express this aloud. So instead, he just pushes it away.

“It’s the truth, Y/n.” Marc retorts. “He’s still coming to terms with,” He pauses, unable to say the name as it burns on the tip of his tongue.

Steven’s sleep pattern has become significantly worse and Marc’s control has been transient. He knows it won’t be long until he clocks on, but until then, he has these moments with you.

Noticing the hesitance, you reach out and take his hand into yours, placing it on your lap. “I know.” You mumble, tracing patterns in his palm, avoiding his focus. “But I don’t want us to always be like this, spending fleeting moments and only late nights together.”

“What if,” Marc begins a suggestion, noticing your eyes focusing on him solely and your lips turning upward. “okay, I’ve got an idea.”

You don’t respond immediately, and Marc curses himself for a stupid thought.

“Go for it, Spector.” Taking his hand, you bring it to your lips, kissing his torn knuckles, smelling the copper from them.

*

It was a good idea, in Marc’s defence. But being here in front of the entrance, you started to second guess yourself and whether you were ready for this, despite wanting it for so long.

“Come on, we haven’t got all day!” A woman calls out from behind you, quickly followed by a group of school children who rush inside the Museum with wide eyes of awe.

Following the class of students into the Museum, you too share the same sense of wonder for the interior and history lining the walls. “No wonder he loves the place.” You think aloud, passing the children as you head toward the Egyptian exhibition, knowing that it’s a good starting point as any.

Through your wander, you can’t help but think back to Marc when you last saw him. He too was nervous about you meeting his alter, knowing it’ll be strange for you, whereas Steven will be oblivious to the deep meaning of it.

“Just be yourself, okay babe?” Marc asks of you, now sitting in your flat rather than on the rooftop.

Sipping your drink, you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “And why would I be anything else? He’ll love me, I think.” You second guess jokingly, catching a concerned expression in the corner of your eye.

Clearly lost in your thoughts, a child bumps into you and falls over consequently. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Immediately bending down, you help the little girl to her feet. “Are you alright?”

The child in question nods hesitantly, her lower lip quivering. “I lost my class.” She sadly admits.

“Oh dear,” You sigh softly, looking around to see no other children in the same coloured jumper. “well, let’s find a member of staff, okay? I’m Y/n.” Introducing yourself, you walk alongside the young girl in the direction of the reception, only for her to gasp in awe at the sight of stuffed cuddly toys.

“A crocodile!” She yells, running into the gift shop without giving you a chance to react.

Blindly following the child, your ears perk at a chuckle. “Gotta be careful with that one,” A Londoner comments, and as you lift your gaze up, your heart almost stops in your chest.

His curls part differently, somehow his face softens as he wears a gentle grin and slouches his shoulders but those dark eyes are always the same.

“Steven.” You mumble, noticing his lopsided name tag.

“Why? It’s just a crocodile.” The child shrugs, noticing you approaching whereas Steven keeps his attention on the stuffed toy and the child’s interest.

“Well, you might think that, but it is actually the Goddess Ammit,” Steven’s hands begin to join the conversation and you watch his face light up.

Marc always told you about how expressionate Steven is and once you got him started on Egyptian history, well, there was no stopping him.

Entering the gift shop, you catch the frustrated look of a blonde woman storming toward Steven and the young girl. “Stevie!” She barks. Noting the name tag, it clicks in your head who she is. “What have I told you ‘bout pestering the visitors?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she huffs loudly leaving Steven to stammer a response.

“Sorry,” You interrupt, apologetically smiling at Steven whilst trying to control your heart beating at the sight of him.

Yet, as your attention averts to Donna, you miss the way Steven’s eyes widen and his lips part. 'She’s beautiful.’ He thinks to himself, unaware that Marc is thinking the exact same thing.

“I ran into this little one, pretty sure she’s been split up from her class and I was just trying to find someone to help.” You explain.

“Right,” Donna sighs again, evidently unimpressed as the little girl sways her school bag in front of her. “let’s find your teacher then.” She begins to walk away with the girl who waves back to you and Steven.

“I er,” Steven speaks up almost immediately, knowing someone like you doesn’t frequent these sort of places often, and by these sort of places, he means in a room with him.

“Thanks for that.” You motion to the child trying to match Donna’s quick march. “She’s a bit much, right?” You chuckle, noticing a breathless laugh leave his lips.

“Yeah.” Steven comments. “No matter how many times I say, it’s Steven with a V.” He points to the name tag. “That’s me, by the way. Steven, with a V.”

Your stomach flips and your head aches with the difference between him and Marc. Yet, your heart warms for Steven, knowing how much he means to Marc.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Steven with a V. My name’s Y/n.” You introduce yourself, now walking further into the gift shop whilst Steven mumbles your name under his breath, hoping he never forgets it.

“Y/n, it’s well, welcome to the gift shop.” He rambles, unsure of the words forming and leaving his lips. “Not much of great value, and I wouldn’t bother with the sweets, they’re a bit naff.”

Chuckling, you approach the counter to find the sweets in question, shaped like beetles. “I’ll have you know, gift shops are always my favourite part of any place.” You playfully admit, hearing Steven rush from behind to stand at the counter, resting his elbows on the ledge.

“Really?” Steven can’t help but ask, surprised as you nod.

“I like getting souvenirs of significant places.” Picking up a postcard with the Pharaohs on it, you place it on the counter along with a bag of beetle sweets. “And this seems pretty significant to me.” You add, smiling up at Steven whose cheeks begin to burn at your comment.

Unsure what to say, Steven rings up the items. “I, I s'pose so.” That toothy grin makes an appearance, causing your knees to almost buckle. “Thanks for stopping by, Y/n.” He places your receipt on the counter, sliding it toward you.

“Thanks for the help, Steven. I’m sure you’ll see me around.” You wave, taking the sweets and postcard in hand.

Once out of sight, Steven chuckles to himself in disbelief. “Y/n.” He repeats your name under his breath, hoping that you’re true to your word and come back sometime.

Taking your phone, you begin to text Marc, knowing when he takes over he’ll want to know if and how it went.

“Kids,” Donna barges past you, muttering under her breath, not giving you any recognition as she makes her way to the gift shop.

'I think it went well. :) see you soon.’ You can’t stop the smile on your lips as you wander further into the museum, hoping to visit Steven again soon.

“Stevie! It’s time for your break.” Donna enters, snapping him from his thoughts.

Nodding, Steven walks out of the gift shop and into the inventory room, knowing it’s the one place he will have some peace. With you still fresh on his mind, he takes out his phone and dials her number.

As it normally does, he ends up listening to the voicemail message. “Hi Mum, I think I might’ve met someone,” He starts and begins to explain wistfully whilst Marc watches from the framed photo of the Gods with pride.

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good stuff : s.g / m.s

It has been a while since you saw Steven and Marc, knowing they had unfinished business with Harrow. But the longer they’ve been gone, the more you worry they won’t return. (1.4k)

some mentions of violence, kinda fluff, kinda angst idk

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Sitting in the flat, your eyes wandered from the pages in front of you to the lonely goldfish swimming around in his tank. “I know, Gus.” You sigh, closing the book and leaving it on the small coffee table, piling it on top of the various books you’ve been reading in a feeble attempt to keep your mind occupied.

It has been a week since you last saw Steven, and well Marc in turn.

Marc barely told you anything, knowing you’d only worry and rightfully so. He kept Steven at bay, despite his protests when wanting to at least say goodbye, knowing more about what this would entail and that they might not return.

“Come on, Marc. Let me say goodbye to her, at least.” Steven pleads, brows deeply furrowed at the sight of your confused expression.

“So you’re going somewhere, and won’t even let me know where or when you’ll be back?” You question, crossing your arms in annoyance and rightfully so.

You’d known about Marc as long as Steven had, and though it hasn’t been an easy transition in your relationship, you were learning to embrace it as Steven was. Yet, despite this, Marc was still secretive about certain aspects, including his missions with Khonshu.

Marc huffs loudly, turning his back on you and facing Steven in his reflection. “It’s for your own good.” He states to both of you. “I’ll be back soon, just keep Gus alive.”

Without another word or chance for you to see Steven, Marc picks up his bags and places the spare key in your palm. He closes your fingers over it and squeezes lightly before walking out, leaving you alone with a whirlwind of thoughts.

Since that day, you stayed at their flat. Initially, you told yourself it was for Gus’ sake, he was always used to the company and didn’t want him to go without. However, as days turned to nights you realised you just wanted to see them come home safe and more importantly, alive.

Flicking through channels on the small TV, you could barely focus as the moonlight blared through the old windows. “Fuck you, Khonshu.” You mutter, curling up into the arm of the sofa, closing your eyes and imagine it was Steven holding you in his warm embrace, or even Marc on a softer occasion.

A loud scream causes you to stir from your attempt at sleep. You reach for the nearest object, which happens to be a hardback book and hold it up to your chest for defence. “Okay,” Muttering to yourself you try to control how fast your heart is beating from the abrupt awakening.

Another noise sounds, yet it isn’t a scream from the streets below. Instead, it is coming from outside of the flat.

“Shit.” Lowering the book momentarily, you scan the sofa for your phone, hoping that Marc and Steven, wherever they are still have their phones at least.

With shaky hands, you try to type out a message, unsure of what good it’ll do. ’someone’s here.’ Is all you manage to type before sending the message when footsteps approach the front door, that awful creaking floorboard that sits outside of the flat causes your ears to perk in fear.

The doorknob continues to rattle, causing your fear to spike as you desperately search for a potential weapon. “Fuck.” You whisper, tears now forming in your eyes whilst you scramble around toward the kitchen for a knife.

Quickly grabbing one, you freeze at the sound of the lock clicking.

A tear falls from one of your eyes as those hinges creak for a second before slamming open against the doorframe. A series of books fall to the ground, muffling your gasp as you cover your mouth, trying to hide in the corner of the kitchen.

Entering the flat, three men with hoods stand in the doorway. Each of them eyeing the contents, you hear them muttering to one another.

“Search everything.” One speaks up, the other two nodding in agreement as they step further into the flat and begin to pull books from the shelves, bedding from the mattress and inching toward your hiding spot.

With your eyes remaining tightly shut, each ruckus causes you to flinch. ‘Please ignore me.’ Mentally you repeat the sentence, hoping you’re the least of their priorities as they ransack the place.

Then it goes quiet.

Too quiet.

“What do we 'ave here?” One of them pipes up, the other two standing beside with sinister smirks as they spot you quivering, eyes still closed, wishing for it to all be a nightmare.

Stepping toward you, the leader of the trio kneels in front of you. His fingers glide across your cheek, hearing you whimper in fear as you apprehensively open your eyes.

“Hi, beautiful.” He chuckles, quickly noticing the knife in your grip, almost useless. “Now, we don’t wanna cause any harm here, do we boys?” Looking over his shoulder, the others shake their heads teasingly. “We are looking for Marc Spector,” The man leans closer, brushing your hair from your ears and whispers. “know where he is, sweetheart?”

You can’t help but shudder as his breath fans your neck, hating how defenceless you feel. “No.” You answer.

The man rises to his feet with a sharp breath. “Sadly sweetheart, that isn’t the correct answer.”

Before you can even glance upwards, a foot plummets into your ribs, causing you to keel over into a fetal position. “You fucker!” You cry out, the knife you once held discarded beside you.

“Now, wanna try that again?” Another steps forward, cracking his fists in eagerness.

“I don’t know where he is.” Again, answering truthfully.

Bringing your knees closer to your chest, you force yourself upright, leaning against the kitchen cabinets. “He wouldn’t tell me shit, so good luck with whatever you’re trying here.” You laugh weakly, the pain from your ribs increasing by the second.

The leader merely hums. “You’re his womanthough.”

“His woman?” You remark, scoffing. “What decade are you in dude?”

That comment lands you a punch in the face, a searing pain you struggle to comprehend. Silence ensues from you whilst they converse, unaware of your eyes drooping or the sound of the floorboards outside creaking.

*

“Come on, come on, Y/n.” A hand gentle taps your cheek, a voice you know and seek comfort in. “I know you’re in there, come on, please.” He mutters, bringing you into his lap.

Uneasily, you begin to open your eyes. “Marc?” You mumble, groggy from the dull pain in your face and ribs as you shift, only to be shushed in response.

“I wouldn’t move, love.” Steven comments, his soft smile easing your discomfort. “And I wouldn’t look around either, someone got carried away.”

“I didn’t get carried away.” Marc rolls his eyes. “Someone else did.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, Marc helps bring you closer into his chest, keeping your back turned to the three lifeless bodies strawn the flat. “I’ll explain everything, I promise.” Marc tells you softly, his hand still palmed on your cheek, feeling your tears coated with dried blood.

“We’re really sorry, Y/n.” Steven tells you, tears brimming in his eyes at the sight of you all bloodied up. “Marc knows now, he, he should’ve explained everything.” He stumbles over his words, feeling the lump in his throat rising further up.

Lifting your hand up weakly, you rest it on his cheek with a gentle smile. “I know,” You mutter. “he’s got a lot of explaining to do.” A weak laugh passes through your lips, easing Steven’s pained expression. “Thank you though.”

“You’re our girl, doll.” Marc regards with a light shrug, his hand now resting on your waist lightly, not wanting to risk hurting you. “It’s what we do for the girl we love.” He admits, unable to stop the words from falling.

Feeling Marc tense up, you lean back in his embrace. “You falling for me, Spector?” You tease knowingly, and before he can respond, you lean closer to his lips. “'Cause I might be falling for you too.”

Internally, Steven is clapping his hands in excitement whilst Marc mentally freezes, leaving Jake to front momentarily.

“He’s happy to know, mi amor.” Jake chuckles, watching you tilt back in pure bewilderment. “Allow me to introduce myself, the creator of that mess, Jake Lockley, Princessa.”

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Extra Cup

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader 

Summary: Some answers, some new questions, and some slightly better tasting coffee.

Warning: Cleaning of Marc’s injuries but they’re surface level, some brief discussions on death and dying that are framed in the past tense for Marc and hypothetical for the Reader.

Word Count: 1959

Author’s Note: This is technically written as a small second part to Coffee Dates but It can probably be read as a stand alone if you don’t feel like reading a slow burn set up right now. Just know that Marc didn’t tell reader about Steven you had to figure it out on your own, you had a running joke where you try to guess his name, and this takes place immediately following the museum fight at the end of episode 1. Also that I am deeply deeply in love with Marc and Steven still. It’s honestly a problem at this point. 

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It’s quiet in his apartment. You hadn’t expected it to be so messy, so full to the brim with books that openly discuss topics of interest and post cards from his mother hanging off the fish tank. Marc, his name still settles strangely on the tip of your tongue, foreign and familiar all at once, just sits next to you on the couch, body angled towards you despite the cushion of space between the two of you.

You’re only half sure that you’re not loosing your mind.

“You’re allowed to ask questions,” Marc’s voice isn’t gentle not like it was on the rooftop. It’s more tentative than anything else, as if you’re going to run away at any moment and he would let you.

“I know.” Your voice is equally as tentative, as if you’re not sure that you’re not going to run away yourself. There’s warm light cast on the two of you from the lamps at the side of the couch and it reminds you of that first morning. ”I just don’t know where to start.” 

Marc nods and lets his gaze linger on his own hands for just a moment before he sighs. 

“My name is Marc Spector, and uh, you’ve met Steven.” Your turn to nod. You can see now that the postcards on the tank are addressed to Steven, not Marc, signed by his mother. 

“Sort of.” He had seemed nice. You feel a little bad that you didn’t have the chance to actually talk with him.

“We…share a body.” Marc continues. You’d known that of course, it was that or teleportation to explain what had just happened in the bathroom but he wasn’t Dr. Strange by any means. At least, you thought. A lot of what you had thought before now was proving to be wrong. 

“And an apartment?” You try for a joke but it barely seems to land. The man in front of you who is desperately trying to look like he’s not watching you and failing, gives little more than a scoff. 

“And an apartment,” Marc’s gaze lifts to scan over the room quickly and you take the second to look him over. He’s the same man that never orders and dutifully drinks the terrible coffee you make him. The same careful eyes and soft dark hair, the same potential to pounce in his posture even now that the two of you were out of danger, and even the same bruised and bloodied knuckles. You should be afraid or nervous but no matter how hard you root around inside of yourself you can only find worry.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” Marc’s eyes are back a new line of stress in his face as he begins to frantically look over you. You reach for his wrist and hold it up slowly. The fear slips away as he realizes you’re talking about him and it shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. “Your hand is pretty beat up.”

“It’s fine. The suit heals most of the wounds up when I use it.” You want to ask about the time he got stabbed and collapsed in the booth. If he couldn’t use the suit or if he chose not to. 

“Well you’re not using it right now and you’re hurt so either sailor moon it up or tell me where I can find some bandages.” Your thumb rubs circles into his pulse point as you look over the injuries .It keeps you from looking at his face and seeing what may be there. The expressions of just a few seconds ago had left your head reeling. Marc was never this expressive in the diner, you’re not sure what to do with an open book when all you’ve known is coded messages.

“In the bathroom,” Letting go of his wrist hurts in an aching sort of way and you do your best to look for the dresser in his bedroom on your way. There’s rips in his sweater from the glass and the thing in the museum was and it’d be nice to have a change of clothes to shove at him. Instead you just see sand and a cuff on the bed that you make a mental note to ask about.

“Shouldn’t you be freaking out right now?” The question comes as you root through the toiletries to find his first aid kit. You let the question sit between you as you finally find the blue box. You don’t know what to say. There should be anxiety or fear or anger at the lies but there just isn’t. 

“I’m taking a rain check on it.” Is what comes out of your mouth as you make your way back to the living room and Marc nods again. He remains quiet and still as you sit down again, closer this time so that you can pull his hand into your own easier. Silence is quickly becoming a third member of your….whatever it was Marc and you were. He doesn’t hiss in pain from the disinfectant, nor does he shy away when you begin wrapping the knuckles. 

“It’s not Sailor Moon, it’s Moon Knight,” Another peace offering. Marc isn’t the most comfortable with handing out information, you know that much about him for certain, and yet again he’s doing so without prodding or pushing. This is why, you think to yourself, this is why I’m not freaking out. 

“I was half right,” when you chance a glance at him there’s a ghost of a smile and it feels like a win. “so then Mr. Knight-”

“Different suit.”

“How did all that happen?” His hand is done being cared for but you don’t let it go. Marc doesn’t pull it back either though so you allowed yourself this comfort. The openness he was trying for seemed to be slipping away and with a small shake of his head and a grimace he speaks again.

“It doesn’t matter really,” His gaze lingers on the two of you connect and you give his hand a small squeeze.

“It does to me.” Your tone is quiet but firm, and you don’t move your line of vision from his face. A decision that lets you see the way that he struggles before speaking. 

“I died. That ordeal was the price of not staying that way.” The speed at which your heart drops to the floor makes you sick. His tone is even carefully casual, eyes still locked on your hands and the way your grip tightens is reflexive this time. 

“Youdied?” There aren’t always physical scars left behind from a near death experience. You know better than that, but you can’t help looking over him again, reexamining the shadows of his face and what they may be hiding. 

“Yeah. It’s not nearly as fun as you’d think,” There’s a halfhearted smile, an attempt to brush off your concern and as warm as you feel at the concern for your emotions its meaningless to you at the moment. The hand not grasping his moves to cup his cheek and the smile slips.

“I didn’t think it was fun at all.” There’s an intensity in the gaze you two share. It’s not the first time that his eyes have made your mouth run dry with the emotion in them but its the first time that you don’t break first to busy yourself, just hold his face and wait. “Are you okay? When did this happen?”

“A while ago.” His mouth barely opens when he speaks, words little more than a murmur as your companion looks at you like he’s waiting for a shoe to drop.

“Marc,” His name feels like an ember under your tongue, burning slowly and surely but only a breathe away from igniting into something more. You’re not sure if the fire would burn you up into ash or help forge you into something new. You can almost feel him lean into the hand on his face but you don’t dare mention it. 

“I’m alive.” Another murmur. Another hard swallow. You wonder if Marc is worried about what may spill out of his lips if he was a bit looser with them. You also wonder if he would let you kiss him again. 

“That’s not what I asked.” You’re sure there’s more anxiety in your veins than blood and you’re not sure it will ever stop. He died and he’s trying to brush it off like crumbs from a shirt. Your mind lingers on that monster from the museum, was it another one of those? Was it something worse? Did he have someone with him when he died or was he alone. Gods you hope he wasn’t alone.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a minute and the anxiety moves to defensive anger, hand dropping from his face so you don’t do something stupid like actually kiss him again. 

“Don’t you dare. Without you I’d be dead right now-”

“Without me you wouldn’t have been in the museum at all.” Marc’s own anger flares up, you can see it in the tension in his shoulders in the way that his own hand tightens on your own, in the furrow of his brow. The venom in his voice isn’t directed towards you but it still stings. “You wouldn’t been safer if you had never met me.”

“And I’d be all the worse off for it.” The knee jerk response gets another scoff from Marc and you wish you could just get into his head, just for a second. There has to have been some way for you to get through to him that he mattered to you, that he was important to you and you wouldn’t trade anything for your four am talks on anything and everything. But for all you don’t know about Marc Spector, you remember how to make him smile. “For one thing I definitely would have failed the test without you.”

And smile he does, even if it’s weak and lasts for barely a second, you can see the tension drain in part and even a baby step is better than staying still. 

“You could have died.” Another whisper, rawer. You don’t have the time to pick apart the layers in his voice but gods you want to. There’s more than anger there, more than fear. Marc is still looking at you, but it feels more like when you’re trying to convince someone to believe you and for all that happened in the past twenty four hours, you don’t. 

“I could be hit by a car tomorrow and die. I could eat bad fish and get food poisoning. I could be roped into a bank robbery but you know what I didn’t. I met you. That’s more like,” There’s a thousand things you want to say, a million allegories you could give him but you know deep in your bones that Marc wouldn’t let you get hurt and that meeting him was the best thing that could have happened at 1:36 am on a Wednesday morning. “That’s more like winning the lottery.”

“Right.” You pull away first, closing the first aid box and standing. There’s a tinge of disbelief but you can see in his shoulder’s that you’ve gotten your point across for now. 

“No, really, you’re a godsend. A great way to offload stale donuts and raise my gpa.” There’s a bit more of an authentic laugh behind you as you begin to move about the kitchen, quickly falling into familiar steps of making tea. There’s more information you’ll need before you leave, and there’s bound to be an uncomfortable conversation or two in the hours to come, but for now there’s just the two of you and that’s enough. 

Greek Tragedies Masterlist

The Modern Tales of Greek Mythology.

Summary:You had only known about the many stories of Greek Mythology, interest peaked from a young age. Of the Gods and Goddesses as well as the monsters and heroes. But never in your life, during one of the many tours have you joined in seeing the ruins of the temples of Greece, did you even think of seeing your image in one of the bust. Persephone was her name, the most protected daughter of Demeter, and the beloved wife of Hades.

Masterlist

Summary:For Hell Hath No Fury like a scorned woman, you had given everything up, your title, your position among the Gods, and the husband that can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Only in your retreat does your husband see what he was truly missing.

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Summary: For your heart does not beat only for one man, you find yourself finding yourself incased in a blazing affair with a man that you were forced to take as your husband and a man whose sole purpose was to create wars.

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Steven Grant:*existing*

me::)

Steven Grant: *does literally anything*

Me: OMG yes honey! I love you! Let me give you a hug. Aww my precious baby! I love you so much. You deserve the world. Such a cinnamon roll. I will kill everyone that dares to hurt you.

You’re so cute. I love you, Steven <3

Misunderstanding - Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

(GIF credit to@laters-gators​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘I saw that you were looking for moon knight requests. So I had this idea for established relationships between Marc x reader and Steven x reader. Where marc/Steven are out doing recon for a potential big bad at this club. Where the reader also happens to be. They see her dancing with another guy, who is just a friend, and both of their reactions to jealousy/how they deal with the situation’

Characters:Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings:(Y/N)=Your name

Warnings:Jealousy, possessiveness, swearing, some fluff

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“I feel so old right now.” Steven whined as they entered the club, the unrecognisable, blaring music made him wince, and the sight of huge crowds of people made him feel anxious.

“Well, we’re not here for a good time. Keep an eye out for this guy, Konshu really isn’t happy with him.” Marc replied, already looking around the place.

Konshu had them on another mission, they were after someone who cheated people out of their money through a made up religion, one loosely based on the Egyptian gods. This man told people that if they wanted to be safe from all the new demons and aliens entering our world, they could trust him to ease their sorrows. He might as well have flipped Konshu off right in his face.

Marc leaned againd the bar as he ordered a drink, facing the people whilst he still looked for their guy. However, someone else caught his attention. He sighed, causing Steven to panic.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Our girlfriend is here.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, shit. I know she said she was going out tonight, but it just had to be this club, didn’t it?”

There you were, in all your glory having a great time with your friends. You hadn’t been out for so long, having to miss nights out because of work being so hectic recently. Now you really had a chance to let done your hair and party with a good drink in your hand.

Marc and Steven were in awe of you, they always were but you looked so gorgeous in your new dress. It was fitting to your body that they loved so much, a beautiful colour on you, and it was quite short. Though Marc had gently voiced his concerns about the length of the dress before you left, he couldn’t help but think of ravishing you in it.

“Should we go over?”

“No, not until this is dealt with.”

Marc and Steven couldn’t help but be distracted by you as they tried to track down this bad guy. Although they were being thorough with their search, their gaze would always flick back to you. They loved watching you dance, they loved seeing you happy. They just wished they could be down there with you.

“I don’t think our sources were being entirely truthful, Marc.” Steven sighed. They had gone around this club dozens of times.

“No, I think you’re right buddy. But, I don’t think we should leave just yet.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yep, might as well enjoy the rest of the night.”

Marc had a small smile on his face as he made his way towards you, luckily having spotted you within a few minutes. He was making his way through the crowd, avoiding flying limbs and hair being whipped around, when he saw you dancing with someone else, another man.

“Who’s this guy?”

Marc’s smile had now vanished, a deep frown on his face as he stormed towards you. You were so in your element that you never noticed him until he bumped into you.

“Hey!” you complained before seeing Marc.“Babe, you’re here!”

He let you throw your arms around him in glee, glaring at the man you had been dancing with.

“What are you doing here? This is a nice surprise.”

“Work.” he bluntly replied.

“Oh, well, are you finished with that?”

“Yeah. Hey, who’s your friend?”

“This is Max. We work together.”

“Do you now?”

Marc had been staring at Max the whole time. Max was uncomfortable, trying to carry on dancing with their other friends.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing.”

“There is. Babe, are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Not physically.”

“Why don’t you join us? It will be nice to let loose for a bit.”

“No, I think I’d rather go home.”

“Right, well, I’m not going to enjoy myself anymore. I can’t stay here with a guilty conscious knowing something is wrong. Just wait a minute.”

You started saying goodbye to your friends, briefly explaining why you were leaving. You ignored their pleas for you to stay, knowing that they thought your boyfriend was being controlling (they hadn’t been formally introduced, it was something you and the boys were trying to figure out. Who would you introduce in the first place?). But Marc or Steven could be seriously hurt, or Konshu could have said something to rile them up. It wasn’t worth staying out for a few more hours when you would just be worrying about them.

Though mad, Marc still took your hand, easily getting you two out of the crowds and the club.

“Steve buddy, you’re going to have to take over for a while.” Marc suddenly said.

Steven had no time to protest as they switched. Once in control of the body, he looked down at you, how confused you looked.

“What’s going on Steven?” 

“We’ll talk back at the flat, yeah?”

You wanted to talk about it now, you were impatient. The mix of booze and euphoria from the good amount of hours dancing had given you a slight confidence boost, and you were going to speak up until you noticed Steven’s expression; he looked hurt, like someone had said something horrible to him. It clicked that back in the club Marc had asked who you were dancing with, but his name didn’t matter, it was another man at the end of the day. You decided to wait until you were home to talk, the guilt already eating away at you.

Steven hadn’t held your hand like he usually did, didn’t let you walk into the flat first either. He wasn’t intentionally being rude (you hoped), his mind was elswhere. It was easy to see that Steven didn’t know what to do or where to stand, so you started the ocnversation.

“I think I know why you’re both upset.”

No reply.

“You saw me dancing with Max and thought it was a random guy. I’m sorry that you thought we were…flirting, I guess, but I would never do that to either of you!”

“We know but…it still hurt (Y/N). And you were so nonchalant about it too. As if it didn’t matter that you, our girlfriend, was dancing with another man.”

“But we’re friends!”

“He might like you!”

“He doesn’t! He has a girlfriend too.”

“Some people aren’t faithful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“No, not you, I meant Max.”

“He’s a good friend of mine. And even if he did make advances towards me I would immediately push him away! I love you two, I could never love anyone else.”

Steven was startignt to believe you. You were sincere, you weren’t causing a screaming match. Yes, your tone was stern but because you were trying to make your point.

“It’s just…well, I’m not exactly the manliest man, Marc’s better at that than me. So sometimes when other men look at you, I feel like you would want someone who can hold their own a bit better than me. Someone more confident. And sometimes I wonder if you’re better off with just Marc.”

Even Marc felt a pang in his chest. You stood up, walking over to your boyfriend.

You spoke softly.“Do you hear yourself right now? Steven, how much have you gone through and overcome? You discovered someone else living in your own body, you became a superhero! You’re so smart, and you constantly make me laugh with your cheesy jokes. Not to mention the sweetest man I have ever met, who I know I can go to for anything, whether it be a problem or just someone to talk to about a new TV show. I’m so in love with you, and I’m in love with you because of those things. You’re you Steven, and you’re amazing. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel any other way sometimes, I won’t do it again.”

Steven glanced towards the mirror.

“I accept her apology.”

Marc groaned.“Don’t give in so easily! This isn’t fair on us.”

“(Y/N) has apologised and explained herself. Perhaps if you have a problem, you should speak to her.”

Marc was stubborn, but he also wanted to prove a point to Steven. She shouldn’t have been dancing with Max in the first place. They switched again, Steven sitting back and watching the car crash that was about to take place.

“Marc, I really don’t want a screaming match.”

“You can’t expect me to be OK with all of this.”

“Were you not listening to what I said to Steven? You two, my boyfriends who I love and adore equally, have nothing to worry about. How many times have I laid awake with you when you can’t sleep? How many-”

“Don’t try to guilt trip me. It might work on Steven, but not on me.”

“Hey!”

“What?! I’m not! I’m trying to explain to you that Max is nothing but a friend and co-worker who I happened to be dancing with the moment you spotted me. I have danced with everyone else tonight. Neither of us are disloyal to our partners, and it actually offends me that you think I would even cheat on you in the first place.”

“I worry for your safety. So many men look at you-”

“And so many women look at you! It doesn’t matter whether it’s Marc or Steven. You’re incredibly handsome. Do you know how many times I’ve caught women and men staring at you? I’m not trying to turn this on you Marc. I’m sorry to you too, I know what your first thought must have been. But you have to trust me, I would never betray you like that. I love you with all my being.”

Marc knew that he was just riled up and pissed off. He needed to let off some steam (especially since he had wasted a night on a mission that got no where), and unfortunately you were in the firing line. He let out a big sigh.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too. I just love you too much to lose you.”

“I know it’s out of love and not spite babe. Are we friends again?”

He smiled, pulling you into himself.“Best friends.”

“You can be so cute sometimes. I think you’re turning into Steven a little bit.”

He quickly kissed you.“Don’t push it.”

The Necklace-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant x Jake Lockley

(GIF credit to@anhandfulgirl18)

Summary:Reader gets a special necklace.

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings:Slight sexual themes, fluff

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(Y/N) smiled as the jeweller showed her the necklace she had just purchased. It was perfect. The piece was thin and delicate, with three, small letters hanging in the middle; M, S and J.

“Is this for your family?” the shop assistant asked.

(Y/N) realised she couldn’t exactly say it was for her three boyfriends.“Uh yeah.”

“Aw, what are their names?”

“Uh, my dad, Marcus, my mum, Stefania and my brother…Jake.”

“Would you like to wear it now?”

“Yes, please.”

(Y/N) kept looking down at the necklace as she made her way home, fiddling with the letters. With a huge smile on her face, (Y/N) couldn’t wait to show everyone.

Entering the flat, she called out, hearing Marc reply. She decided she wouldn’t say anything, see if he noticed. She knew he wouldn’t but found it funny nonetheless.

“Hey babe.” Marc smiled, pulling her towards him by her hips and kissing her.

“Hi.” she was always flustered when he did that.

“Where did you go? Thought you were grabbing bread?”

She realised she hadn’t covered up her lie.“Ah, I went somewhere else actually.”

“Yeah? Where?”

“Guess. There’s actually a clue on me right now.”

Marc looked at her. Could it be her hair? She wasn’t gone for long, it couldn’t have been that, and it didn’t look any different. No new piercings, or tattoos, she would have told him because he would have had to hold her hand. It was a quick trip, she couldn’t have bought anything new in that time, she was wearing one of his favourite summer dresses.

“It’s her necklace! She’s never worn that before.” Steven proudly exclaimed.

Jake scoffed.“You only noticed cause you were staring at her tits.”

“No I wasn’t!”

“Hey, I’m not judging, I was too.”

“Steven says it’s the necklace.” Marc said as he looked at it. Steven was right.“Wait, did you get all of our initials?”

“Yeah.” she shyly smiled.“I’ve had adverts for jewellery on my Instagram, and I wanted one, but I realised I needed to get all your initials.”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He leaned down, kissing her neck, causing (Y/N) to giggle. He unexpectedly picked her up, enjoying the squeal that came out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her up by her ass. He couldn’t help but glance down to her breasts, lingering on the initials on the necklace. Lust filled his eyes, licking his lips and grinning as he easily walked her over to the bed.

“This isn’t fair, when was the last time I made love to her?”

Marc ignored him, lightly throwing (Y/N) onto her back. He saw a flash of her underwear, the bottom of the dress was ruched up, exposing the very top of her thighs.

“What’s got into you?” she lightly laughed, already feeling hot.

“You’ve got our initials on you, you’re telling everyone that you’re mine.”

“Ours.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Guessing the others didn’t like that?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, if you’re all lucky, I might have time for each of you.”

“Don’t take long Marc.”

“He never does.”

“Babe, I’ve got to prove these two bastards wrong about something.”

Communicating-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

(GIF credit to @luke-skywalker)

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Summary: After a hard day, all (Y/N) wants to do us rant to her boyfriends. But Marc ends up making things worse, and becomes jealous of Steven who seems to solve everything.

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

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(Y/N) was frustrated, and that was putting it lightly. She had the worst morning at work, despite only being in for half a day, then when she went to her friend’s birthday lunch, all two of the girls could do was argue with each other; turns out, one of them had been sleeping with the other girl’s boyfriend, so the argument was justified, except for when they began to get physical with one another. In fact, the whole week had been going downhill for her.

She could crashed on the sofa as soon as she got in the flat. Dragging her feet along the floor, she mumbled a hello to the two fish, before throwing herself back onto the sofa. As she kicked off her shoes, she heard the bathroom door open, Marc walking out. She knew who was present now, but it was incredibly confusing a few months ago.

“Woah, what happened to you?” Marc asked as he approached her.

She didn’t like how he worded that.“You could just say hello and ask how I am.”

“I just did.”

“No, Marc, no.” Steven could already see this going bad.

(Y/N) huffed, rubbing her eyes.“I’ve had the shittiest day. So my manager had a go at me because I was working a half day, she called me selfish and not a team player, even though she was happy to book it off for me all those weeks ago. Then I was relieved to go meet up with the girls, thinking we would have a lovely meal together. But nope. Turns out Lisa has been sleeping with Erika’s boyfriend, and it may as well have been WWE in that restaurant. And just this whole week really. Everyone has been negative, nothing is getting done. Urgh, it’s just been a lot.”

“Well, it’s done now.”

Marc didn’t mean to sound blunt, he was genuinely having a normal conversation. However, (Y/N) took it the wrong way.

“What’s wrong? Has something happened whilst I was out?”

“What? No? Why would you ask?”

“Your tone, it’s just very sharp right now.”

“It isn’t.”

“It is.”

“Babe, you didn’t even say hello when I came in.”

“Neither did you.”

She huffed.“Whatever.”

“What have I done wrong?”

“Are you listening to yourself Marc?”

“Nothing. Look, I’m just upset about the day I’ve had.”

“Then leave it at the door, it’s done now.”

“Maybe I should take over-”

“Marc! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Marc was genuinely confused, growing angry over something so little.“What I meant was just forget about it! It’s happened, you’re home, there’s nothing else you can do.”

“You don’t have to sound so cruel about it! I just wanted to rant to you, get all my feelings out. Instead you’ve just pissed me off even more.”

She stood from the sofa, throwing her handbag to the floor as she made her way over to the bed. Stripping herself of her coat, (Y/N) said nothing as she laid down, curling up into a ball facing away from Marc.

“Look what you’ve done.”

“Me?!” Marc harshly whispered, whipping around to face a mirror where Steven was glaring back.“What the hell just happened? I don’t know what I’ve done!”

“Let me take over, it will be better if I handle it.”

“No, I’m going to deal with this, I don’t need your help.”

Before Steven could argue back, Marc approached (Y/N), sitting on the edge of the bed. Although he was determined to sort this, he didn’t know where to start.

“Do…do you want a hug?”

(Y/N) rolled over to look at him in disbelief. He had no clue what he had done or how to comfort someone.

“Marc, you’re going to make this worse if you keep talking.”

“What’s with the attitude?”

“I’m not your teenage daughter Marc, speak to me like an adult, like your girlfriend.”

“I’ll speak to you like an adult when you act like one.”

“Mate.”

Now Marc knew he had fucked up. (Y/N) shook her head, he saw the tears begin to fall. She rolled back over, her voice snappy as she spoke.

“Go away Marc.”

That didn’t mean for Marc to physically leave the flat. That meant she wanted him gone and Steven to be with her instead. He hated when she did this. It made him feel invalid. She never told Steven to go away. But he was angry, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the situation.

Steven quickly took over, quicker than expecting, gasping a little when he had the control. He had to pick up the pieces, something that annoyed him. Marc had to learn.

“(Y/N)?” he softly said, he was so different to Marc.“Love, do you want to talk?”

When she didn’t move, Steven cautiously moved closer, slowly lying down behind her, spooning her as he wrapped one arm around her. He kissed her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake as she started crying.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?, has something besides today happened?”

“No, it’s a mix of things.” (Y/N) cried, gripping onto the arm wrapped around her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“He’ll be listening.”

“Who? Marc?”

“It’s just…it’s not just him, for starters. Yes, this week has been hell. Honestly, coming home to you two is always great, it’s been such a relief. But Marc just has to ruin it. I can’t say anything without a remark, or if something annoys me he has to quip back. I get you’re two different people, but after days like these I just want to get my feelings out of my system and cuddle. Marc doesn’t get that.”

Marc was listening to everything she said. He felt like a dick. He understood why (Y/N) always wanted Steven when she was upset. It was true that he was better at handling it. It hurt that he was the reason she was crying though.

“You know he cares about you right? He might not be as soft as I am, but he does.”

“I know, and I feel bad for saying stuff like this. It’s how I feel though.”

“Dont feel bad, you’re expressing your feelings.”

“I can’t help it. Especially after all you guys do, you don’t exactly want to come back from a fight to listen to your girlfriend complain about her normal life.”

“Yeah, sometimes the bad guys are easier.”

She let out a little giggle. Steven smiled at the sound.

“He’s so mad at me, I can feel it.” (Y/N) sniffled.

“No, he’s never mad at you.”

“Yes he is, Steven.”

“I would use the word annoyed.”

“I guess that’s a little better. Do you see him when he gets angry? He looks like he wants to shout and scream at me.”

“I do?”

“I’m not scared of him, I know he’s not going to hurt me.”

“I would never.”

“I hate arguing with either of you. You’re just easier to resolve with.”

“I think you two should talk.”

“Not yet, please. I need a moment.”

Steven agreed, letting them lie in silence together. He always wanted (Y/N) to be happy, it hurt him so much to see her cry. However, Marc had to step up and take responsibility for these arguments; Steven feared that Marc would push (Y/N) away if he didn’t change.

“I need to speak to her.”

“Not yet.” Steven mumbled back.

“Hm?” (Y/N) perked up.“Is that Marc?”

“Yeah. He wants to talk.”

“That makes a change.” she winced at her tone.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be harsh.”

“Maybe you should talk now. He’s really regretting what he said.”

(Y/N) thought for a moment. She was nervous to speak to him. Although she knew they would make up and put it behind them, she wasn’t in the mood to start crying again. Slipping out of Steven’s hold, she sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest. Wiping at her wet cheeks, (Y/N) sighed.

“OK, let me speak to him.”

Her gaze was elsewhere as they switched. The bed shifted beside her, Marc now present and looking unsure.

“I’m sorry for my tone earlier. I don’t realise how much I sound like a douchebag at times. And you know Steven is the total opposite of me, you two have never argued.”

“I understand that’s how you speak sometimes. But I had a hard day and it really wasn’t what I wanted to hear.”

Marc cautiously inched closer.“I know. I’ll work on that, I promise. Steven is just so much better at being sympathetic. I never want to see you in a state like this, it pains me. I’m…I’m just crap at consoling people. Which I then get annoyed about because I can’t do anything to help.”

“I appreciate you trying though Marc.”

“You know I love you, more than anything else in this world.”

“I know. And I love you just as much. I’m also sorry.”

“For what?”

“For always dumping my negativity on you. I could come back a bit happier and also make sure you’ve had a good day before letting it all out of my system.”

“That’s what we’re here for though. Each of us support each other. And how many times have I come back to you bloodied and bruised up?”

“More times than I would like.”

He placed a gentle kiss to her cheek.“Are we friends again?”

She looked at him with a smile.“Friends.”

They kissed, and it was so sweet. (Y/N) got up onto her knees, hugging him close. They needed to speak about this.

“Can we lie down together now?” Marc mumbled into her shoulder.

Without saying anything, (Y/N) fell onto her back, pulling Marc down with her. They laughed as they adjusted into a more comfortable position, both content. Steven was smiling to himself, Marc could be a softie sometimes.

(GIF credit to@marveldaily)

Summary:Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn’t know that Marc exists, as well as Steven’s odd sleeping rituals.

Characters:Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it’s long

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“Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?” Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?” Marc snapped back.

“Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?”

“You slept in a weird position last night.”

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who’s name popped up.

“(Y/N)? Who’s that? And why are you smiling so much?”

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

‘Good morning hope you’re OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! I can’t wait to see you this weekend, I’ve really missed you xx’

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn’t answer. Obviously it’s fine if you’re busy, but I’m guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you’re sleeping well, I’ll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx’

“Steven, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?”

“What does she look like?”

“None of your business! Besides, it’s all messed up now, innit? Now you’re in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don’t want to ruin it.”

“You’ve got to tell her at some point.”

“I know but-”

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren’t in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

“Holy shit, Steven.”

“(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?” he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

“Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just…I was starting to worry about you.”

“You have to tell me how you picked up this girl.”

“Worry? Why would you worry?”

“It’s four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn’t have time. I’ve felt so bad.”

“No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I’m the one who’s been sleeping all day.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not at work today.”

“You remembered my schedule?”

“You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you.”

“Steven, she’s way out of your league.”

Steven was slightly offended by Marc’s words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn’t lay in bed with Steven. They couldn’t watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn’t the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn’t going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

“Can I come in?”

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that’s when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

“Steven, what’s this?” she asked, not sure how to take it.

“It’s…it’s for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this,” he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,“I put this on the door so I can figure out if I’ve left the flat.”

“You do all this because of your sleep habits?”

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn’t see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn’t lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn’t know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

“I’m so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped…somehow.”

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn’t realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

“What? She’s not running away? Steven, you’ve literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she’s as crazy as you and me.”

“So, you’re not running away?” Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him.“No you donut. I’m staying, and I’m going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?”

“I will.”

“So, I was thinking, since I’m here, maybe I could stay over?”

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don’t banc down now, see what he says!

“You’re taking too long to answer buddy.”

“Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you’re OK with my…sleep habits.”

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn’t ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

“Uh, I’m afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven’t had much time to clean up. And I don’t have any food for us.”

“Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-”

“No, I didn’t mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess.”

She giggled.“So dramatic. Why don’t we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?”

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

“Steven.”

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn’t look impressed.

“Would you stop stressing, you’re going to start sweating.”

“How can I not stress? You’re here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we’ve never spent the night together.”

“Never?”

“No!”

“She seems sweet, she’s gorgeous too.”

“Oi, don’t look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?”

“If she’s stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can’t do anymore wrong.”

“Babe, you want the usual?” (Y/N) called.

“Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you.”

“Right, you’re going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

“Because I love her!”

Steven started to smirk.“You haven’t told each other yet, have you?”

“No, didn’t want to scare her away.”

“Again, I think she would have run after the restraints.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake.”

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven’s tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

“You didn’t have to do those.” He said as he stood next to her.

“You look like you need some help babe. No offence.”

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

“Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?”

“I don’t know really.” they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still.“It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself.”

“That’s terrible. So you’ve been going through this by yourself?”

He nodded.

“Well, I’m here now. I’m going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep.”

“Oh, sweetheart you don’t have any of your things with you!”

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity.“Ah, yeah, well, I wasn’t really expecting to stay.”

“You can borrow my stuff if you like.”

“Is that OK?”

“Yeah. I’m sure I’ve got a spare toothbrush too, don’t really fancy using the same one do you?”

“No, not really. Thank you babe.” she leaned over to kiss him.“Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you.”

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn’t deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn’t help but shyly smile at her.“You look adorable.”

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute.“If you say so babe. I’m glad you think that anyway.”

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven’s behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn’t seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

“So, things are going well.”

Steven didn’t reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

“OK, I know you’re not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn’t sound healthy. You’re just sleeping beside each other, it’s not like she’s expecting you to have sex.”

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

“You’ve got a good one here, Steven. She’s in love with you.”

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn’t he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn’t sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn’t had a day off yet. He wasn’t tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

“Tired?”

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes.“Sorry, long day.”

“Don’t apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want.”

“Snuggled up? Really?”

“Aren’t you wide awake?”

“Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I’ve got a night light I can use.”

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke.“Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen.”

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

“What are you doing?”

“Um, I’m trying to get rid of the sand. For you.”

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back.“You don’t have to do that. If it helps you then we’ll leave it.”

“You sure? What if you forget and step in it?”

“It’s just sand babe, I can brush it off.”

“Thanks. That’s really nice of you.”

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn’t want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn’t help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

“I love your glasses. You should wear them more often.”

Steven chuckled softly.“I think I look a bit like a nerd.”

“And that’s a bad thing? It’s cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time.”

“Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more.”

“You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit.”

“You’re shattered love. I don’t mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway.”

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes.“Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want.”

“And why would I do that?”

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

“Comfy?” he asked.

“Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night.”

“Would you want to stay over again?”

“Are you asking me to?”

“I think so.”

“Don’t feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you.”

“Then that’s settled then, innit?” he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips.“Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.”

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn’t feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)’s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn’t want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn’t know how to go about it.

“Relax, for one night.”

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn’t wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn’t panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

“Good morning.” Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him.“Morning. How did you sleep?”

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

“Better, still not great though.”

“That’s still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn’t use the shackle.”

“Oh, I totally forgot about that.”

“See? There’s some progress already.”

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

“You’re amazing, do you know that?” Steven gushed.

“What? Why?”

“Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed.”

“Yeah, well that’s because I-” (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it.“Because I love you.”

Steven’s breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven’s expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn’t feel the same.

“I love you.” Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

“I love you.” Steven said again.

“I love you.”

“It feels good to say that.”

“Have you been wanting to say that for a while?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Me too.”

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up.“Mind if I go have a shower?”

“Course.”

As she stood, Steven’s eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn’t feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn’t care if it was on purpose or an accident.

“If you don’t join her in the shower, then I will.”

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