Mr. Marc “ I have to divorce my wife as soon as possible because i have to protect her but also can’t see men touch her or hit on her” Spector ladies and gentlemen!
Layla is such a strong character, she stayed strong even after so many things! This is a May Calamawy appreciation post, she portrayed Layla perfectly!
I feel so sad for Layla, poor baby got to know that her husband was in the mercenary grp that killed her father and then had to see her husband get shot in front of her eyes!! She’s so strong though! I would’ve given up tbh
Steven Grant got to know that Layla like French poems and French language and hasn’t stopped talking to her in that language ever since. Talk about being obsessed with your other personality’s wife! Although I’m a little confused about how this dynamic would work eventually, is she THEIR wife now or just marc’s, like how do you separate this thing?!! I wonder if people with DID get married or live with different personalities
That was the best finale for moon knight! Couldn’t ask for more and we know by now that we’ll get a second season because our dear friend in khonshu, the spanish sexy mf jake lockley has been introduced. And I can’t wait for his adventures along with marc and steven finally re united. Also we got layla as the “scarlet scarab” and she looked so good kicking ass! I’m so excited for season 2
Dont hate me on this, but I really was on the verge of leaving the mcu fandom. Back then, i was really excited because of the neverending connections between the movies and the plot building to one character/movie for the next phase, but then i became really overwhelmed with all of the new marvel series. (hawkeye, falcon and the winter soldier, etc. im not hating on the series tho)
Then i heard about The Moon Knight, it was very refreshing to see it as a standalone series, It’s like a relief. it didn’t show any cameos/connections from any other past characters of mcu (except that one thing about it being related to the black panther).
If they will continue season 2 and build a connection there to the other characters of mcu or continue it as a standalone series; either of the two, i will still watch it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Avenging (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) The Knight and Pawn Series
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WARNINGS: Dark themes, I have no idea how to describe indoor decor.
You woke up to the smell of him on your skin. Your blood curdled and shame filled you. How could you be so weak against him? How could you have encouraged it?
The ghost of his lips on yours, as well as his fingers, lingered. You could still practically taste him on your tongue. The minty freshness mixed with the faint taste of dark chocolate and coffee created something so intoxicating yet nauseating at the same time. His calloused hands, worn from battle, left a sensation you didn’t quite understand.
You knew what happened last night was not out of love, at least not on your side, you were lonely, vulnerable and isolated. Any touch of intimacy was like breathing in fresh air or letting the sunlight hit your face after so much rain. You knew you didn’t love him, that this sick and twisted notion of love he had in his head was absurd and dangerous.
You brought your knees to your chest as you thought angrily about if all of this had come out five years ago things would have been different. You would’ve jumped into his arms and lived happily, you would probably have been oblivious to the obvious red flags because he would’ve been your Marc.
But he wasn’t anymore.
You pitied that version of you who lived oblivious to what monster warmed her bed at night. But you also envied her, wished to be her.
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You were reading yet again when Marc came through the door, you expected him to have a tray of food in his hands but you were surprised when he just leaned against the door with his arms crossed. No food, and the door wide open.
Confusion and unease filled you, what was he doing?
“So,” Marc started, “the final renovations got done this morning so it’s time to properly show you your new home starlight.” You sat there not really processing the information.
“What,” Marc asked, “did you think I was just going to keep you in a locked room with no sunlight for the rest of your life?”
“I didn’t really know what to expect honestly,” you replied, hesitantly closing the book in your lap before placing it on the crumpled sheets. You slowly took a step forward to the door and when Marc reached out his tanned hand for you to take it. You wanted to deny it, tell him to fuck off and not touch you. But you worried that if you did, any hopes of getting outside of these same four walls would disappear. You tried not to recoil as your fingers intertwined with his, you reminded yourself with each step not to run to the nearest door. He’ll be on guard, he’ll be ready for your half baked attempt at escape. You had to gain his trust, and not running immediately would help. Some part of you wondered if you were complacent if he would let you go out of boredom, but you see the look in his eyes and know that will never be the case. In fact it might encourage him.
He took you through a few hallways, all trimmed with white and silver. It was all very…classy and expensive. Nothing about this screamed Marc, but of course when Marc showed up in that bar with a white button up and black slacks some part of you was surprised by his appearance. He also barely managed to scrape by with what he sold during missions, always just selling the bare minimum before giving it to museums and places like that. So what changed? Where did all this money come from?
Marc opened a door at the end of the hallway, it did not make a sound as he opened it and revealed a study. The walls were lined with books, most were egyptian, the wooden trims looked to be made of mahogany and decorative plants were placed artistically here and there giving the room a slight adventurer vibe. You barely noticed the door behind you closing, when you did you saw it was a hidden door. You were trapped behind a fake door the entire time in his study.
“This is the office,” Marc said as his fingers never left yours, “Truth be told I don’t use it often but I don’t want you poking around in here if you can help it,” He said as he dragged you out of the space.
It was very modern, you noticed, the floor plan was anyway, open space, lots of windows letting in a lot of natural light. Completely different from the cramped room you had been in for months. The couch was a cool gray sectional, it looked as though it’s never been used, in fact, a lot of it seemed to be brand new. The floors were real wood and polished to the point you could see your reflection in it, the walls were a nice, clean white with spots of color here and there with wall decorations. There was a fluffy rug where the sectional was along with a decorative blanket draped over the side. The TV was massive, and it seemed to be one of those state of the art smart tv’s. Everything looked just like it came straight from one of those home decorator magazines, showing people pretty places that they would never live. You noticed one of those windows looked out into a balcony that overlooked the water. As you breathed in the outside world for the first time in forever, your suspicions were confirmed.
You were in London.
You were literally an entire ocean away from anyone who you could count on to help.
You were trapped.
“As you can tell this is the living area, and over here is the kitchen,” Marc said as he pulled you to the open archway to the kitchen. The floor was marble tile and the counters were made of this white and gray marble with gold streaks in it. Even this room, which you know he used, looks like nothing has been touched.
He then proceeded to show you the other rooms, the gym, an indoor pool, a walk-in closet which he made sure to tell you that was yours, a few guest rooms, and all the rooms seemed to follow a certain white, gray, and gold theme with Egyptian hints and exotic touches here and there.
Finally he dragged you to the last door, it was large, taking up a good amount of space on the wall, double doors.
“Finally this is our bedroom with an ensuite bathroom for us.” It was gorgeous, the california king bed with gray sheets, a regular rug with intricate patterns, the frame of the bed was black, over all the room was spacious with enough room for a pull out tv, ottoman by the end of the bed, a large dresser with a closet, two chairs by a bookshelf. When you reached the bathroom the shower could clearly hold two people as well as the massive tub. Everything was big, clean and expensive.
That’s what you always came back to.
Expense.
“Marc,” you said to the man who, except when he showed you where the rooms were, said nothing, “How are you able to afford all of this?”
“Turns out Steven is smarter than he looks,” He said rubbing the back of your hand, “he may be pretty timid but god is he a vicious business man.” he sighed as he brought your hand to his lips, “I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but I want you to know that we did this all for you. You deserve nice things, and I didn’t handle things correctly-”
“You didn’t.” You said, Marc gave you a look, he knows you’re right (as usual) and that he deserves that.
“As I was saying,” Marc continued, “we did this all for you, but there are a few rules.”
You tried to hide the tightness in your chest and the panicked rhythm of your pulse.
“One,” Marc said holding up one finger, “don’t try to escape. Pretty basic shit, but still.”
“Where would I even go?” You said, “You took me an entire ocean away from anyone I can turn to.”
“You could still run,” He said, his eyes challenging yours, “and there will be no tolerance for that.”
“Two,” He said, “I still want to bring you breakfast every morning and you have to eat all of it.” he holds up three fingers, “Three, you have to wear the clothes in the walk-in closet, it’s all designer or some shit, it’s supposed to be high quality.” Four fingers, “Four, we still share the same bed and the same rules apply. I would never force you into sex,” he said, “When that day comes, when sleeping beside each other isn’t enough for you and you want more, I’ll be there. However, until that day comes I would like to continue sleeping like we have been. Close.”
“And Five?” You asked.
“Five,” He said with a blush on his cheek, “you have to kiss me, at least once a day. I’m not asking for more than that, just one kiss on the lips a day or more.”
Out of all those rules, that one was the one that was going to be hard to obey. Kissing him everyday and moving on as though he didn’t kill Alec right in front of you was going to be unbearable. But you needed time, and opportunity, and who knows. Maybe one day if you still have your wits about you and you’ve gained enough trust. Maybe he’ll bring you outside, maybe even take you on trips where you can escape then.
Just hold on.
“So do you understand?” Marc asked, his eyes boring into yours as-though trying to read your mind. You gave him a small, deceptively sweet smile as you answered.
“I understand.”
“And you have to start calling me your pretty boy again,” Marc said in a lower tone, “I just want things to be how they used to be.”
“I understand pretty boy” the words tasted like ash in your mouth but still you smiled at him.
