If you ran away - Mind if I stay? Part 2 (Steven Grant x Reader)
Summary:The worst morning of Steven’s life is officially the one he woke up without you. Nothing’s made sense since. And if he thinks it can’t get any worse, that’s only because he has yet to notice his nightmares catching up to him.
Warnings:SO MUCH ANGST, sad Steven is an understatement, no smut just brief mentions but the series is 18+ so minors DNI, ep 1 spoilers
Word count: ~6.1K
A/n:Okay just so it’s clear, I am not making Marc the bad guy! I’m going somewhere with this (I’m trying to at least:)) This is just me experimenting with making a series *sweats nervously*
Title and lyrics from Where’s my love? by SYML. Gonna start adding those at the beginning ‘cause I love the soundtrack in my head.
“Yeah, no, the date was great. She really liked the… flowers. And me. She’s really… smart and funny, and she’s got the most wonderful laugh. You’d really like her. I think this could really… lead somewhere, you know? Might bring her around soon. Anyway, sorry I missed you again, Mom. Love you. Laters, gators.”
The smile Steven had forced onto his face died the moment he hung up. Not that it had done much to brighten the tone of his voice.
The next chapter of Mystic Mystery’s will be coming out tomorrow, I apologize for the delay as something unexpected came up. Thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve shown for this story! ☺️
Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC
Chapter Summary: Steven Grant wakes up in a strange place alongside the strange girl he’d met the day before- wait…it had only been a day, right? Also, what’s with this golden scarab I’m his pocket, and why was the girl telling him to run?
Steven Grant was a gift shopist. He’d prefer to be a tour guide, think’s that he’d probably be pretty good at it too besides his overall awkwardness. Despite the fact he could talk about Egypt all day long, Donna thought that he’d probably bore the tourists out. Therefore he found himself working in the gift shop.
Outside of work? He was an avid reader (Or anything and everything regarding Egypt), a wonderful fish father (His little one-finned wonder was his pride and joy after all), and was trying to figure out a solution to the sleeping disorder that caused him to experience things like this-
“Please don’t be dead! Please don’t be dead-“ Two hands roughly shook his shoulder, “Wake up!”
His jaw ached something fierce and as he picked himself up from where he’d practically been plastered to the ground. He couldn’t stop the painful groan that escaped his lips as he moved his jaw around, wincing as it popped back into place. He could taste copper in his mouth- blood, ugh…too much blood.
The world was a bit blurry too now that he thought about it. In front of him a colorful blob moved around- was it- did the blob have hands? Oh- no it was a girl.
That girl from the museum!
“Marc I swear to god you can’t do that to me again- I thought I was going to have a heart attack!” The girl laughed nervously pulling anxiously at her hands.
“Insolent girl- you have the wrong idiot in front of you!”
Swinging his head around Steven tried to find the other person talking but it looked like it was just him and the girl in the field.
Wait- were in the world was he!?
“Oh-“ The girl eyed him curiously. “I remember. Your Steven…”
“This is too weird-“ Steven couldn’t stop his inner thoughts from spilling out. The girls eye’s softened as she looked at him.
“Go back to sleep worm- and take the ‘wizard’ with you!”
The girl pouted in front of him, rolling her eyes, before standing up to brush the dirt and grass off of her jeans. Mud had already stained the knee’s and Steven wondered if she’d appreciate a some tips about stain removal… She muttered something under her breath about ‘useless pigeons’ before turning her eyes on Steven.
“I’m really sorry about all this-“ She said. “I’m sure it’s all really confusing and what not-“
“A little bit yeah-“ Steven murmured. Who was this kid and why was she here with him- better yet why was he here and not his apartment with Gus?
“Neither of you were supposed to be here!” The angry voice rumbled.
“Oh can it already!” The girl groaned. “I’m almost ready to turn myself back over to Wong and Stephen.”
Who was Wong? Steven was fairly sure he’d never heard of anyone by that name and why would she- oh. Maybe she meant a different Steven?
“Listen. Steven I understand that this seems bad- but we’re really in the middle of something so I’m going to need you to listen carefully.” The girl said.
Ignoring her, Steven turned around finding an old Manor- or castle? Behind them. From atop the building leaning out of a window a man looked down upon them. Taking a hand out of his pocket to wave, Steven instead found a brilliant Golden scarab in his hands. The man above waved awkwardly back.
“Gun!”
Hands upon his back pushed him forward’s as bullets rained down around them.
“Don’t just stand there! Run! Use your so called magic- just do something!”
“We get it- we get it! Go!” The girl screamed pushing Steven ahead.
The duo took off across the field weaving and darting to and fro as more bullets fired after them.
Steven made up his mind at that point, when- and if- he survived this he was certainly inquiring with a doctor about this condition.
…
She’d fought against other Sorcerer’s, Monsters and Aliens at this point but even Olive found guns to be the most unpredictable opponent, one wrong move and it was over.
Especially since healing spells weren’t her specialty. Minor scrapes and bruises- easy fix. Broken bones, well…sometimes she accidentally added a second bone- which was weird now that she thought about it. If her teacher was a Doctor, why was she so bad at healing spell’s?
This realization made Olive even more grateful after she and Steven had managed to outrun the goon’s trailing them. Although taking refuge in the very village that homed most of these goon’s probably wasn’t ideal. But here they stood trying to catch their breath backs pressed against one of the old townhouses. If it were up to her she’d simply whisk them back to London, but with Steven fronting she couldn’t risk exposing him to unnecessary magic and confusing him even more than he already was.
Marc had explained some things to her over the past day and a half they’d spent searching for Harrow’s men. The whole mess at hand, Khonshu’s involvement and Steven Grant. Although Marc didn’t outright say it, Olive had spent a small chunk of time with a certain doctor and had come to her own assumption about the man. Steven Grant was one of Marc’s alters and despite Marc seemingly ignoring his DID or being completely unaware of it, he was keen on keeping Steven safe and out of this whole mess.
Something that Olive was currently trying to do as well.
“Alright- let’s just keep our heads down and try to figure this out ok?” Olive said, glancing over to Steven.
The British man thought it over for a moment, still catching his breath from their sprint, before nodding once. He pulled the hood of his jacket up trying to remain as inconspicuous as one could in a strange place. Olive did not have this luxury, her windbreaker being hoodless meant that she would have to risk exposing herself if any of the goon’s recognized her. Also maybe she shouldn’t have picked such a jarring color- the scarlet red jacket had been a joke between her and Stephen, now it was essentially a red flag.
Together, they merged onto one of the streets around the corner and followed after a crowd of people making their way into the center square.
She had a horrible feeling about this.
”Maybe we should-“
Before Olive had a chance to turn them back around, a man stepped up the street, the sound of broken glass echoing in his shoes. The crowd went silent as he came into view besides a few grateful murmurs. People reached out to touch him as he passed by. As he grew closer Olive twisted around tucking herself behind Steven and turning her face to his sleeve blocking her from being recognized.
Arthur Harrow had arrived.
Wasn’t he uncomfortable with all those shards stabbing into his feet? You know what- Olive wasn’t even going down that road right now. She had bigger things to worry about…she could address that mess later.
”What a beautiful day. It’s like we’re in heaven-“ Arthur said as he stopped in front of the crowd. “Only it’s not heaven, is it? The darkness sometimes hides in our very hearts.”
Yeah- she was starting to regret not just portaling them home. She wasn’t really interested in the whole villain monologue right now…Her feet hurt from running, she was still out of breath and her hair stuck to the back of her neck with sweat. The people around her however- they hung on to every word, staring at him like he was some sort of god.
Perhaps they thought he was?
A man stepped forward’s after Harrow’s speech offering himself for ‘judgement.’ Olive’s interest peaked as she watched the scene unfold. Harrow took the man’s hands in his own and rested his cane between them allowing it to swing rhythmically between them. Before she could take in anything else a woman pushed in front of her blocking her view.
She cursed being short, and tried to find a way to peak around her before giving in.
“What’s happening-“ She asked Steven.
“His arm- it’s moving…” Steven whispered, “The tattoo?”
“This is a face of a good man-“ Athur’s voice echoed through the silent street’s, sounding almost like he was on the edge of tears.
Guess he was good at crocodile tears. Ammit probably would be proud of him-
“Please- let’s get out of here.” Olive begged. “If we stay any longer we risk getting caught.”
She wasn’t going to wait around any longer. Tugging at Steven’s sleeve she pulled him forewords and away from the crowd but he stopped her before they got to far, tugging his sleeve free and stepping closer to the front.
Sure- lets just walk right into danger.
A women had now taken the place of the man before her, Harrow’s cane now swinging in between them. It was then that Olive was able to see the scales on his arm move with the cane, she understood now what Steven had meant about the tattoo. The scales finally stopped when they were tipped off balance.
“I’m sorry-“ Harrow said.
The woman desperately tried to pull her hands away once- twice- begging the man for some sort of forgiveness, before she slumped to the street below. Two of Harrow’s men picked her body up and moved it away walking past Steven and Olive.
Olive knew that the woman was dead. Her heart fluttered in fear- how had he done that?
Harrow shouted something suddenly and the crowd surrounding Olive and Steven sunk to their knee’s leaving the duo exposed. She anxiously took a step back but realized that they were mostly blocked in by all sides- Harrow’s men were steps ahead of them.
“Oh bollocks!” Steven gasped following the crowd.
Olive wasn’t going to give the man the satisfaction, locking her knees as she glared at the man.
“I know you-“ Harrow pointed to Steven. “The Mercenary. You-“
He moved his finger to point at her. “You’re new-“
“Do something child you useless child!”
Olive realized that Khonshu was talking exclusively to her, as Steven still kneeled in front of her.
“Save the Scarab!”
She’d done it before- in desperation. When she was just a kid after the attack in New York…She could easily reach her hand into Steven’s pocket without him noticing, without Harrow noticing as well. She could take the Scarab before Harrow had a chance to get it-
And Steven rushed forward’s, pulled it out of his pocket and held it out to Harrow.
“FOOL! What are you here for if you can’t even follow my orders!” Khonshu screamed and Olive winced, rubbing at her temple.
Harrow reached to take the Scarab-
And then Steven’s hand thrusted behind him.
”Don’t mess it up now! I’ll kill you both if you lose the scarab!”
Ripping it from his palm Olive darted backwards nearly tripping over the crowds of people still kneeling around them, one of them popped out their foot trying to move out of her way and Olive tumbled to the cobblestone knee’s scraping as the Scarab flew out of her hands. It clinked as it bounced upon the stones and out of her reach.
A meaty hand grabbed furiously at the collar of her windbreaker and she was picked up by one of the goons.
“Let go of me!” Olive screamed. “Steven- Marc! DO SOMETHING!”
…
There were bodies littered around him- blood. Oh god so much blood…
Steven held his hands up to look upon and found that blood was on his fingers, his palms, the scarab. How had it gotten back in his hand?
The girl- he remembered the big muscled man had grabbed her and she’d screamed, begged, lashing out with her nails. He’d wanted to help her when the goon had pulled her arm suddenly- he’d heard the snap and watched her face wretch in agony.
“Steven- run!!” Oh- she was behind him now?
He saw the angry crowds closing in around them, the girl held her arm protectively against her chest, she really needed to get to a hospital…probably would need a splint. But the injury was far from her mind as she darted behind an old car and down the street. Steven struggled to keep up as angry hands pulled and pushed. Ultimately he ducked underneath someone’s arm as he scrambled to the box truck with the cupcake sign on the side.
The girl apparently had the same idea and she jumped into the passenger seat moving a flat of cupcakes into her lap with both-
Her arm was completely fine? How was she bending it all normal like all of a sudden?
“DRIVE!” She hollered. One of the men tried to reach her through the window and she slammed a frosted cupcake into his face.
Twisting the key and slamming his foot onto the gas the truck screeched down the streets until he found a road to turn onto. He glanced at the girl and saw as she wiped away at a blood splatter left on her cheek, she grimaced at the sight before unwrapping a cupcake and taking a large bite.
At least she seemed somewhat calm about this situation. Steven’s hands were sweating and his heart thundered in his chest.
“Would it be a horrible time to tell you that I don’t even have my license?” Steven asked.
The girl looked wide-eyed at him- cheeks stuffed full of the frosted treat. She suddenly looked paler now that he’d mentioned this-
Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC
Chapter Summary: Olive succeeds in tracking down the man she’s searching for and also comes to the realization that she may not actually understand the mess she’s thrown herself into.
“You need to believe in yourself. This is your greatest fault.” Stephen Strange chided gently.
A shaking hand brought the alcohol soaked cloth to the teenagers cheek gently swiping the cut on her cheek. Frustrated tears leaked down her face and he brought his other hand to brush them away before the young girl turned her face away. She’d been under Stephen’s care for a couple of months now but was still uncomfortable crying around his or Wong’s presence, something Stephen was still trying to figure out how to deal with.
Accidental Parenting did not come with a handbook.
“It doesn’t work- none of this does. Every spell I do does the exact opposite of what I want. I tried to move a freaking mug and it shattered.” Olive angrily gestured to her cuts and scrapes.
“To be fair- Wong would tell you that moving a mug is, and I quote, ‘Not an appropriate use of the Mystic Arts’” Stephen chuckled trying to ease the tension.
“What would you tell me-“ Olive asked softly.
She turned her head to look back at her teacher and Stephen felt the newfound pull at his heart that had been bugging him lately. His- No. This kid was going to kill him if she kept putting her trust in him.
“I’d tell you that maybe we should consider buying plastic cup’s for you to use if you want to throw them around. Might help to eliminate any unnecessary injuries.” Stephen teased.
Olive hissed as his fingers jerked, jabbing the cloth into her cut.
“Sorry-“ Stephen cursed.
“It’s ok.” Olive responded with a small sigh.
Silence lapsed between the two as Stephen finished cleaning out her cuts and carefully placed bandages over them. Picking up the medical kit he grabbed the used materials to dump into the trash where the shards of the mug had settled in the bottom. He winced as he noticed it was one of Wong’s mugs. Olive would be in it for sure unless he decided to take the blame himself.
He’d been doing that a lot lately because of this kid.
“Do you think I’m actually cut out for this?” Olive asked, “This whole magic mess. I mean- I’m just making problems for you and Wong…”
“Olive.” Stephen said. “We’ve been over this-“
“I know, I know…I just-“
“If I didn’t want to teach you kid, I wouldn’t. But you’re improving every day and I can see how hard you’re working towards this. Just believe in yourself a bit more ok?” Stephen said.
Olive glanced at her teacher, her insecurities still shining through. She opened her mouth preparing to ask a question before she second guessed herself once more.
“I’m going to brush up on my studies. I’ll be in my room.” Olive said.
She darted out of the room before Stephen had a chance to stop her.
…
If there was a single word used to describe Olive she’d probably pick ‘Persistent.’
She hadn’t intended on stalking the man- and in Olive’s defense she wouldn’t necessarily label this as ‘stalking.’ She was merely investigating Steven Grant while also hoping to get a hint on where and who Marc Spector really was. If it just so happened she waited until he finished his shift, followed him around London for a short period of time and found out where he lived in the process, well that was just part of the research process, right?
Still, the young girl found herself groaning in frustration as she stood across the street from the apartment building. She supposed she could have used a spell to actually track down Marc Spector, but with every spell performed her own cloaking spell would grow thinner and thinner. She wasn’t ready to admit defeat nor was she ready to face the inevitable rage from Stephen or Wong.
What was she going to do now?
The apartment door across the street slammed open as if answering her thoughts, and she nearly jumped out of her skin with the sudden noise.
The man who walked out of the building was not the same as the one she had seen enter hours ago. Gone was the shifty and awkward Steven Grant and in his place was a confident and hardened man. This was the man that she’d found pictures of, the mercenary she was searching for.
Cold eyes met hers with a piercing gaze that sent a shiver down her spine and Marc Spector strided across the street to her. At the same time she caught movement out of the corner of her eye up on top of the apartment building.
Holy Crap, was that- a bird? No, a skull? No- a bird skull with a body?
“Let me guess- Harrow sent you? Bit of a low for him, sending a kid after me. But I suppose he has followers of all ages.” Marc sighed looking rather disinterested.
“Harrow?” Olive echoed in confusion. “No that’s not-“
“Listen, I’ll apologize in advance but he sent you straight into a trap. He has something I need and something he can’t have. You’re just going to have to tell me where it is and I’ll let you go.” Marc said.
Did the man think he’d caught her? Clearly she’d caught him-
Olive glanced between the Mercenary and the bird-man. With every second she found herself wondering if this was the best mission to prove her worth. She could hardly wrap her own head around the past day let alone these past few hours.
“I think we’re both a little confused-“ She interrupted, hands raised in a peaceful gesture.
Marc quirked an eyebrow.
“ This is not one of Harrow’s companions.”
Olive looked up once again as the bird spoke and Marc finally caught on glancing wildly between her and the God.
At least she’d managed to catch him off guard finally.
“You can see Khonshu? What- are you an avatar?“ Marc scoffed.
“Worse- she’s one of those insolent little Sorcerer’s. Calls themselves Masters of the Mystic Arts. What would your magic even be without gifts from the god’s child-“
Oh- so he wasn’t a nice god. Olive found herself rolling her eyes as she often would during one of Stephen’s lectures.
“Listen- I’m not with whoever you mentioned earlier, and your little Canary is right. I’m a Sorcerer studying the Mystic Arts.” Olive explained. “There’s rumors, Marc Spector, of you and that bird-brain interfering with things that are better left untouched. People are seeing things they shouldn’t see and as a Sorcerer, it’s my job to ensure that people are protected from whatever it is you’re doing.”
“Canary? You ill-mannered brat-“ Khonshu screamed, wind picking up around them. A garbage bin tipped over and rolled down the road from the sudden gusts.
“If your not going to stop what you’re doing I’m afraid I’ll have to use drastic measures to ensure that-“
“I’m sorry- you think that we’re interfering with things?” Marc interrupted.
Oh for goodness sake- was this how Stephen felt whenever she interrupted one of his lectures? No…this would be more like how Wong would feel she imagined.
“I’m out here trying to save the world from a second global catastrophe and-“
It suddenly felt as if a cold bucket of water just get dumped down the back of her neck.
“Do you even know what Harrow’s capable of if he raises Ammit- I’m talking something as bad as ‘The Snap’”
“Don’t!” She recoiled quickly at the words. “Don’t say it-“
Those words would always haunt her for as long as she lived, reminding her of how lonely she became after that day, how unfair the world was-
“Just-“ She took a shaky breath. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“What’s going on?” Marc gaped.
“You Sorcerer’s think you know everything-“
“Ok- enough from the bird.” Olive growled. “You’re telling me that you’re not raising creatures from the dead and having them run amok- exposing a magical suit to the world and making people ask questions?”
“No! That’s exactly what I’m telling you. That’s all Harrow! And he has something far worse that he’s planning on using to find Ammit’s tomb to unleash even worse things on this planet.” Marc argued. “So if we’re done here I’ve got to be on my way to actually solve this problem.”
Sidestepping the young sorceress Marc made his way down the street-lamp lit streets.
“Wait- wait! I’m sorry!” Olive dashed after him.
She was not passing this opportunity up- especially if she had gotten it all wrong.
Thinking back to it, maybe she hadn’t ‘overheard’ enough of the rumor’s that Wong and Stephen had been discussing.
“Kid-“
“I can help!”
“Absolutely not.” Khonshu laughed. “I will not have one of you pesky little-“
“You’re going somewhere- where? I can get us there in 5 seconds flat.” Olive pleaded. “I want to help- clearly the rumors started from the man you’re talking about, and I believe you! But some people may not… and you don’t want someone more- uh…accomplished in the Mystic Art’s going after you.
“I’m not a babysitter, and I certainly don’t need your help.” Marc rolled his eyes before stopping. “Wait, are you saying you’re not even the best these Wizards have?”
“It’s Sorcerer.” Olive frowned. “And I should also mention that I could ensure that you and the Canary get trapped somewhere you would be unable to be freed of, and if I recall my history, Khonshu is in fact exiled from the other God’s so they wouldn’t really want to help-“
Marc glanced at Khonshu, “Is that true?“
Khonshu’s silence was a good enough answer.
“Perfect. So tell me where to take us and we’ll get going!” Olive exclaimed excitedly. “Oh- and maybe you could inform me of who I spoke to earlier…is Steven Grant your brother or?“
“Wonderful- exactly what we needed Marc. Another idiot involved in something they shouldn’t be.” Khonshu growled.
Marc Spector X Platonic OC & Steven Grant X Platonic OC
Summary: Summary: Olive Ryder is determined to prove to her teacher Stephen Strange that she’s ready to handle thing’s on her own. After an argument Olive sets off on her own to prove this to her teacher and herself. Except she really wasn’t prepared to deal with an angry Moon God and his Mercenary/Gift Shopist Avatar. Also their opponent is a weird man that like’s to walk with glass in his shoes and a huge devotion to Ammit?
It’s still better then admitting that she was wrong.
The National Art Gallery was a wonderful place to visit, and of the many places in the world Olive had seen, she’d probably place it in her top 10. She’d already visited the Gallery three times in the past week she’d been in London and had always found something new to learn about during her visit. The atmosphere was calm and mostly quiet except for the few group’s of school children that would explore on their field trips.
Unfortunately she wasn’t here to sightsee or learn about the exhibit’s. So today she found herself outside the Gallery as she watched people go about their daily activities, waiting anxiously to see if today would be the day she finally accomplished her first task in her mission.
Finding Marc Spector.
She’d heard the rumors, and she’d overheard her own teacher discussing it with Wong when he thought she wasn’t listening. Though it was hard not to listen to their conversation after she realized how exciting it all sounded. Egyptian Gods, Avatar’s carrying out the will’s of said God’s, Magical Suits and more!
As a student studying the Mystic Arts it was right up Olive’s alley and she was keen on joining in to solve this problem. However one certain man seemed to think the young girl incapable of dealing with said mystery.
Stephen Strange still treated her like she was a 15 year old kid he was training and not the 21 year old she currently was. Wong had often tried to get Olive to understand Stephen’s point of view, that on that dreadful morning in 2018 when Olive was handed her lunchbox and waved goodbye to Stephen and Wong before leaving for school, only Wong was left to watch Olive grow up when she walked back through the door that afternoon. Wong had been there for her graduation, had helped her apply to college, and had been the one to carry on her training.
For Stephen, he returned to a stranger. That same kid he’d joked with that morning knew more than he had taught her, received an Associate’s Degree when she was still supposed to be working towards a diploma, she was quiet and thought things through more than she had when she was still a rule-breaking teenager.
That wasn’t to say that there was any sort of strain on their relationship, Olive still looked up to Stephen like he was her own father, as for many years he’d acted like one for her. But she had noticed a sharp decline in her spell work since he’d returned, her nerves getting the best of her whenever she trained with the Doctor. The ever-looming threat of being a disappointment to someone as accomplished as Stephen Strange.
Which brought Olive back to this very day the breeze tousling her hair outside the National Art Gallery. She was going to prove once and for all that she was fully capable of handling Mystic mystery’s on her own without any problems.
Did she feel an inkling of guilt for just up and disappearing from the New York Sanctum last week? Maybe.
Was she worried about what Stephen and Wong thought of her disappearance? Just a little bit.
Was she constantly watching her back waiting to see the Sorcerer Supreme or her teacher lurking around the next corner to drag her back home and reprimand her for her foolishness? Yes- but she hoped her cloaking spell would keep her tracks covered until she could solve this problem on her own.
Olive was so caught up in her thoughts she nearly missed the curled haired head of Marc Spector dashing by her. Thankfully after studying the picture she found of him for the past week she couldn’t miss it even in the London crowds.
“Excuse me! Sir!” Olive jumped up from her seat.
Pushing through a small group of tourists she managed to grab the back of the man’s jacket.
“Marc? Marc Spector?” Olive smiled.
She couldn’t have been any more wrong as she locked eyes with the man before her. This man shared the same facial structure and same hair style, albeit a bit messier and unkept.
His innocent eyes blinked owlishly into her own. These weren’t the eyes of the cold and hardened mercenary she’d been expecting to meet.
“Uh- sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong man.”
No- it wasn’t possible, Olive studied and she studied hard, she didn’t get things wrong and she was positive that this was the man she had been looking for. Although the museum didn’t have any employee’s by the name of Marc Spector she’d assumed ( Only after she found out that nobody by that name was employed there,) he’d be using an alias, she understood from her research that he’d used fake names before.
But you can’t change your entire being for an alias could you?
“My name is Steven? Steven Grant-“ The man in front of her tapped the name tag clipped to his pocket. Was that a British accent?
Wasn’t Marc American?
“Awfully sorry miss- but I’ve got to get to work.” Steven nervously shuffled once- twice, giving a small wave before darting towards the museum. “Hope you find who you’re looking for.”
Olive Ryder was left, hand outstretched, at the base of the step’s watching him disappear inside and wondering how she could have messed this up so badly without even starting.
Stephen Strange was never going to let her live this down.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
A/N: I really hope everyone enjoyed this mini series! I might continue with short blurbs after this, we will see, currently I’m working on other stuff but I do want to thank everyone who enjoyed this series! ❤
Prompt:pulling your lover into your arms, kissing their cheek as you comfort them (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration!)
Warnings: fluff, neighbor!reader, mention of nightmares, hurt/comfort, kisses, sweetness, pining, brief appearance by Marc too
Notes: Even though this fic is not explicit, my blog still is so please do not read or interact if you are under 18 thank you. Thanks so much for the request anon, I loved this prompt so much!! And it works so well with Steven cause he deserves the world!! I have an update only blog too to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates
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A pained scream woke you up from a peaceful dream and immediately you were on high alert. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door as another scream echoed against the wall you shared with your neighbor, Steven Grant. This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to the sounds of his agony while he slept, but this time seemed more urgent than before. Quickly, you grabbed your keyring, which included the spare key he gave you, and bolted out the door.
“Steven?!” you pounded at his door first. Dread filled your mind as you heard him yell and thrash around inside, “Steven, I’m coming in!” you called through the door as you slid the key in with shaky hands.
Summary: Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).
Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!
Italics are flashbacks!
Gif credits to their respective owner!
“Oh, Marc…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.
“Hold on a little longer, baby.” He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. “You’re a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!” He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.
“Kiss me. Marc, kiss me.” She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. “Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—.”
Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.
“We’re very good at this.” He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. “So good that we ended up like this.” She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband’s body.
Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.
“Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not.”
“Like that life we could never have?”
“For example.”
“It still seems like a dream that we’ve come this far, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He replied, “The life we thought we could never have… it turns out we’ve managed to create it. Quite literally.”
"I’m glad to be able to do it with you.” She caressed her husband’s face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. “Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She’s very lucky, I’m very lucky too.”
“Lucky us, darling.” Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.
They loved her, they were lucky.
“I couldn’t agree more with Steven.” Marc said now.
After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.
Round 2 perhaps was coming?
It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.
An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.
“No, no, no. No… it can’t be, it’s still too early.” whispered in panic. “Marc…!” She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn’t see anything. “Marc?” She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”
Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.
However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.
Blood. A lot of blood.
The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn’t until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. “Marc.” She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.
“So if it’s a girl, do you want to name her Layla?” Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby’s crib
“Yes.” Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
Steven shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla…but do you think it’s a good idea to name your daughter after your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn’t answered him.
“I have you both because of her. She’s the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven.” She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. “She’s a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it’s the least I can do.”
“Well…” said Steven, placing a hand on his wife’s, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. “It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well… in case it’s a girl.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad we agree.” She whispered with a goofy grin.
“I didn’t say I agreed.” Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.
The woman sighed. “Ugh, Marc…” she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.
“I like the name, I really do, but I think we’re overdoing it. I think it’s a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more.” Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.
“And what do you think our daughter should be named?” she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.
“Well… I’m not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”
”-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname.“ Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.
"Steven…” sighed Marc in exasperation.
“And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?”
“Well, it’s short for-”
“-Taweret!” Steven cut Marc off again.
“Steven!” Marc exclaimed. “Stop interrupting me.”
“You want to call our daughter Taweret!?” Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. “I love Taweret, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She’d get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think.”
“Hey, I didn’t laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she’s the one who helped us get back from the Duat.”
The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. You’re right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that.” As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. “But now that I think about it… Tattie makes sense, the baby won’t be much bigger than a potato now.”
“Small potato!” Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. “Oi! How’s it going in there, sweetheart?”
She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.
“You’re going to be a show as parents.” She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.
When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.
“Where could he have gone?” she thought, over and over again. “Marc… Steven? I-I need you-” she tried to hold back her sobs.
It couldn’t be possible that this was happening.
“Guys…” she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. “Tattie…” she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.
She couldn’t lose her. Not her baby.
Not now.
“I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something.” Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.
God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.
“Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows.” She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband’s lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. “Ahh… Steven do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, completely.”
Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that, darling.” He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.
Seeing her reaction to his touch.
Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.
“Sweet.” He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. “You have no idea how sweet you are.”
“Don’t even think about stopping.” She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.
And so he continued.
The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.
“Steven?” she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. “Something’s not right. The baby…” she tried to contain herself, once again. “Something’s not right.”
Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that’s when she came across something she hadn’t expected to see.
A gun, large caliber.
What the fuck?
She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.
“I love you.” Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. “I love you.” He repeated with a big smile on his face.
“I love you too.” It was the first time they’d both said it, even though they’d already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. “Very much.”
“Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already.” Marc commented, taking control of his body. “But just so you know, I was here first, Steven.” Marc joked.
“I love you too, Mr. Spector.”
“I know. How not to.”
“You cheeky bastard.”
That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity
“I need help…”
“I can see that.” Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven’s, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.
She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. “There is too much blood.” He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. “It’s not all yours though, don’t worry.”
It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked him through her teeth.
“Oh, right. We’ve never met before.” Spoke the man she didn’t recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It’s exhausting.”
She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.
Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.
“Excuse my manners, bonita.” He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”
Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven’s. That comforted her.
She didn’t know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn’t have time to worry either, because everything went black.
She no longer felt anything.
But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.
This weekend, hopefully tonight, I’ll post the second part of I CAN ALMOST SEE YOU! There will be a bit of Smut, Fluff, and Angst. We will also have Soft!Marc and Soft!Steven! So if you’re interested and want me to tag you, just interact with this post and check the fist part, perhaps?✨
