#moonknight x reader fluff

loss

synopsis:y/n was always late home, not because of work, but because she would visit her father at a care home every day without fail, it was admirable… but y/n gets bad news.

pairing:steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader (previously established relationship with steven)

warnings:death of a parent, mentions of bad relationship with parent, steven is in a relationship with y/n - marc is not, potentially hinting at abuse in the past (nothing explicitly stated), grief, hurt/comfort

author’s note: this won’t be following the storyline of the show, but minor spoilers about marc’s life w/ his mother ! this will be sort of sad, but it’s mainly a comfort fic :)

reblogs, hearts + comments r always appreciated <3

with an exhausted huff, marc entered his, well steven’s, apartment. it wasn’t often that marc fronted during the day, steven loved his job as much as donna was a bit of a twat to him, he adored being surrounded by egyptian history, marc.. not so much. he’s stated something about the museum being a constant reminder of the god he’d had the misfortune of meeting.

marc walked past y/n’s frozen figure not paying any mind to her, grabbing something to drink from the fridge, “would it kill you to lighten up a bit?” marc muttered, looking at y/n briefly as she sat at the small kitchen table she had bought for her and steven.

“oh, sorry, i’ll … i’ll um put some music on,” y/n stood up, her body visibly stiff as she walked over to the bluetooth speaker sitting by the sink.

“are you alright?” marc furrowed his brows, confused at her odd behaviour. usually she’d quip back at him, saying something like ‘as if you’re a joy to be around’, or ‘when you give me something to smile about, i’ll lighten up’, but this time there was nothing.

“yeah, music, let me put some.. some music on,” y/n nodded to herself, barely speaking at an audible volume.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” marc spoke softly, or as softly as he could. he wasn’t really a soft person, but he tried knowing how much y/n meant to steven. she was important to steven.

“food? you want some food? i can get something cooked up, yeah i’ll only be a few minutes.. music, need some music,” y/n muttered, moving around the kitchen and opening a drawer or two, only to head back to the sink to fiddle with the bluetooth speaker.

“y/n.” he spoke up a bit louder, moving closer to her.

she’s home early?

steven’s concerned voice spoke up and marc looked towards the cabinets, he stared at steven in the reflection of the glass for a few moments and then looked back at y/n who was muttering to herself.

“y/n..” marc stood next to her, looking behind him at the table that had an empty wine bottle and next to it an empty glass, “did something happen?”

y/n looked at marc and it was like she had only just noticed him, despite talking to him only seconds before.

“um..” y/n swallowed the limp in her throat and closed her eyes, “i.. um, my.. my dad.”

marc’s face softened and he realised what had happened. why steven was so confused about her being home early. at this time, y/n would have been at the care home with her father.

“my dad, he um, he passed.” she nodded, blinking away her tears.

“here, c’mon sit down, i’ll get you some water.” he put his hand on her lower back and guided her to the chair she had just been sat on.

“thanks, yeah.. some water, thank you..” y/n muttered to herself as she sat down.

“do you.. want steven?” marc asked, placing a glass of water in front of y/n and dragging the other chair closer to her.

“i..” y/n paused, looking at the glass of water, “i don’t know what i want…”

“alright.. just let me know if you want him, he’s here,” marc nodded awkwardly, unsure of how he was supposed to go about comforting the girlfriend of the man in his head.

“thanks.. ‘ppreciate it.” y/n took the glass of water and took a few sips.

“how did you find out?” marc asked.

“i was there… and, he just fell asleep, it was normal, he usually falls asleep - i guess alzheimer’s really takes it out of you, dunno, but… he just stopped .. breathing.” y/n explained solemnly.

“i’m sorry for your loss,” marc put his hand over her’s and squeezed it.

“it’s weird..” y/n sighed, “my whole life, i’ve just been waiting for this day, i’d pray every night as a child that he would just.. drop dead, but.. i guess i lost my real dad a while ago and .. he was different now, sick of course, but he wasn’t the same man he was and i guess that hurts even more.”

marc just stared into her eyes, letting her talk, knowing that it wouldn’t help for him to try comfort her and that she just needed to speak her mind.

“we never had a good relationship. he was always up my ass for one thing or another and he drove me up the fucking walls, he was a bully, he really and truly was a bully, that is all he ever was!” y/n let out a deep breath and scrunched up her face, “i really can’t believe he’s gone, this is the one thing i always wanted, so why.. does it hurt so fucking bad.”

marc looked down at her hands and thought about his mother, it wasn’t something he did a lot, but he knew exactly how y/n felt, “it hurts because you never got closure.”

y/n looked up and met his eyes.

“you never got closure for the stuff he did and said.. that’s what hurts, he was sick and you got to know a different man, you’re mourning for the sick man who could barely remember his own name, not your father.” marc gulped, licking his lips nervously, his lips suddenly feeling too dry for him to be comfortable.

y/n’s eyes widened a bit and her eyes started to tear up, “yeah..”

“i’m sorry about what he did and what he was like, you of all people don’t deserve that.” the sincerity in marc’s voice struck y/n right in the chest.

“thank you, that means a lot.. coming from you.” y/n smiled sadly, trying to blink the tears away.

“i mean it,” he smiled back, “you’re a good person, you’re good to steven, hell, you’re good to me even if i come back at eleven at night with bloody knuckles,” he laughed, trying to at least for a moment, lighten y/n’s mood, “you didn’t deserve anything that ever happened to you.”

y/n leaned forward and wrapped her arms around marc, his body tensing up for a moment out of shock, but his arms wrapped around her tightly letting her cry on his shoulder. he rubbed his hand up and down y/n’s back soothingly, occasionally reminding her to breathe, or giving her reassurance that she was going to be okay.

the two stayed like that for a while, not that marc minded. he liked it, it was comforting for him just as much as it was for her. marc, although he’d never admit it, was a touch starved man and it was nice to know that y/n trusted him enough to let him be there for her and hold her.

marc, please let me have the body

marc reluctantly pulled away from y/n and whispered, “steven wants the body now.”

“okay,” y/n sniffled, smiling at marc, “thank you, i owe you.”

“try not to get snot over my shirt next time you see me,” marc smirked at her and she laughed, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“sorry about that.”

“it’s fine, just nice to see you smile again.”

“thank you, marc.” y/n smiled softly at him and picked up the glass of water and gulped down the rest, as steven fronted.

“y/n.. love, you alright?” steven put a hand on her shoulder.

y/n turned her head to face steven and she smiled, “i’m.. a bit better, yeah, thank you.”

“let’s get you to bed, yeah? all nice and cozied up, sound good?” steven smiled back at her.

“mhm,” y/n hummed as steven put an arm around her and guided her to bed.

“good thing you’re already in jammies, ey?” steven chuckled, helping y/n get onto the bed, “let me get changed and i’ll be just a sec.”

“okay,” y/n nodded, her voice slightly drained of any emotion, but steven didn’t take it personally, he knew she was probably still in shock and grieving about her dad. steven rushed over to his dresser and changed out of the clothes marc had dressed the body in that morning, settling for a nice comfortable pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“so,” he started, getting into the bed next to y/n, grabbing one of her hands with both of his and holding it tightly, “do you need anything? i can do anything you want, love, really! you name it and i’ll do it.. although if you asked me to jump out a window i might hesitate a little bit.”

y/n laughed and shook her head, “steven, if i ever ask you to jump out a window, please don’t.”

“you can’t stop me! i’ll do it, i will!” he laughed with her, and then stopped and looked into her eyes with a softened expression on his face, “really love, what do you need? anything at all.”

y/n pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his torso, putting her head against his chest, “you are enough, just want you.”

“i’m all yours darling.”

“how come you weren’t fronting today? donna say something to you? i swear when i see that cow in the streets no one will be able to stop me from teaching her a lesson.” y/n muttered into his t-shirt and steven chuckled.

“nah… not donna, to be honest, was feelin’ a little lazy today..“ he spoke softly, tracing little shapes into y/n’s back, “marc told me if i didn’t get my ass out of bed, he’d kick my ass… let me just tell you, getting punched by your own fist, biggest betrayal.”

y/n laughed at him, relieved that nothing bad had happened to him and that marc was just helping steven out, “fed gus for you by the way.”

“oh my days, i completely forgot about that, you’re an absolute dream.” steven let out a breath of relief.

“no problem, just glad you’re okay..” y/n mumbled, exhaustion slowly taking over her body.

“let’s get some sleep now, yeah?” steven pressed his lips against her head and squeezed her tightly in his arms.

“yeah.. night night steven.. night marc.” y/n whispered, before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

“night, love.” he smiled.

don’t go into work tomorrow.

“you must think i’m a bloody idiot if you think i’m going into work and not staying here with her.” steven whispered, trying not to wake up y/n, but not hesitating the shoot a glare at the mirror that marc was standing in, his arms crossed over his chest.

marc didn’t say anything, but he raised his eyebrows and looked to the side.

“you are pulling my leg right now. sod off, will ya, i’m trying to sleep here.” steven looked away from the mirror and pressed another kiss to y/n’s forehead.

i’m kidding, g’night steven… take care of her.