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Khonshu x Reader

~SPOILERS for Episode 6~

Oh, just how you adored shakes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was over.

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

Then he started driving, and you finished your shake.

“I like your suit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You always enjoyed madness.”

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

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

It was a cruel curse but it had its benefits.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to order him around.”

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

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

You looked at Jake before turning back to Khonshu.

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

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

“There goes my ice-thingy.”

“I can get you one.”

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

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

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

Took him long enough.

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Khonshu x Reader (Marc Spector x Reader)

You were his first and only Priestess.

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

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

You were the only one to even steal his heart.

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

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

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

And so, you found Khonshu.

Or rather he found you.

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

He wasn’t used to people praying to him.

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

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

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

You made him interested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything.” You said with a shaky voice.

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

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

“Of course, Khonshu.”  

—

Days, months, years, decades, centuries passed.

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

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

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

But you were his.

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

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

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

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

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

And he knew that.

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

You felt sick.

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

“Look at the view.” He said.

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

“Beautiful, now can we leave please?”

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

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

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

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

“I know that, but I am still scared.”

“Or you just like to hold me.”

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you hungry Marc?” you asked.

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

And Marc respected that.

He truly did.

Even in the upcoming weeks, months.

—

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

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

“No.”

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

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

“You can talk to me you know?”

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

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

“So, you are not his wife then.”

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

“He tricked me. And used me.”

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

And surely enough, he had his suit on.

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

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

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

“Youlovehim?”

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

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

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Marc Spector x Reader

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

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

Marc wanted to keep you safe. 

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

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

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

And you listened, you sure did.

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

“Hi, Honey.” you said picking up.

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

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

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

Happy enough to bring that strange call up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it all made sense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This went on for about five minutes.

Then he finally moved his arms from his legs.

And he laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you. We love you.”

“And I love all of you too.”

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

And just okay, for now, is perfect.

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Part 1 Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now, who says Jake isn’t polite?”

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

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

“Why would you want to do that?”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course she did.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I was waiting for youu~”

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

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

“Vamos a salir de aquí.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 1

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

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

Marc was a hard egg to crack. 

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

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

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

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

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

Extremely cute.

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

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

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

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

Not like that would change your behaviour. 

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

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

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

It was a nice routine, comfortable and warm.

You loved it really.

If only Marc could get used to you as well.

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

And you had enough.

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

You had a plan. 

A terrible plan, but you had one.

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

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

“I don’t care.”

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

Marc knew there was no point in lying to Steven. 

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

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

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

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

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

He wondered if his feelings towards you might be stronger.

—

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

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

You looked at the sky and let out a groan.

You pulled your phone out and dialled Steven.

“Hello?”

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

Silence.

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

He did. You just forgot. Shit.

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

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

“What the- You can teleport?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to talk.”

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

“I’m listening.”

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

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

You were so powerful.

“That’s-You could do that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you did. And it shocked you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pulled back out of confusion and looked at him.

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

“Uhm, were you with Jake just now?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Steven’s yelling at me to kiss you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Solo un beso más. - Just one more kiss.

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

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

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

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

It all was so silly.

Fighting over something that was a part of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love all of you so much.”

“We love you too, you know that.”

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

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

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

“I do not!”

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

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

“It was not!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he did.

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OH, you want to have sex?”

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

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

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

“I can help you.”

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

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

“I’d like that.”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

“Amazing. You really are a Goddess.”

“I am.”

“Do you still want to find your parents?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

~THE END~

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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! ❤

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i don’t know why but khonshu spending six episodes just hatingsteven only to turn around and go “no, but I like the suit tho, imma get me one of those” is frickin hilarious to me

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☾ Now I can see you ☽

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Sequel to ’I can almost see you’. Next part ‘Can you see me?’

Sequel; One-shot?; A bit of Smut; Fluff; ANGST.

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.

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