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#augggg first moon knight fic
arachnoia · 10 months
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rose-tinted lenses
moon knight (marc spector/steven grant)
— Saying he was left breathless is an understatement (in a good way). He doesn't know why it happened. He kind of wished it didn't, but at the same time, that was the best sex he’d ever had. Just the thought of your euphonious voice and gasps from the night before made him feel restless.
Marc looked over to his right side where you were sleeping soundly, the sun creeping in from the blinds and shining on your ethereal features. He doesn't know what attracted you to him or what made you so alluring but it was indescribable.
Usually, Marc wouldn’t care to pay attention to Steven’s everyday life as all Steven would do is wake up, feed Gus, work at the museum, eat with the statue guy, and overall have an average life. It was boring for the most part.
That is until you came along.
It wasn’t hard to spot you. Before he could even take a good look at you, he caught wind of your rather interesting outfit choices. It wasn’t anything he would wear since all he wears are neutrals and basics.
Donna figured one day, it would be best to move a rookie like you with Steven to inventory. Marc won’t lie, he does think you’re pretty but Steven was the one who fell hard. He admired your vibrant personality and took note of little things. Your favorite perfume, your favorite film, your major in university. He even found out the name of your electric guitar since you talked to Dylan about it.
When it came to you, he had rose-tinted lenses and talked to Marc about you. The only problem was, in Steven’s opinion, his way of talking to you. He froze and stuttered and just stared at you, which led to his idea of asking Marc to charm you (after several back-and-forth arguments, he agreed).
Now, Marc Spector isn’t one to fall in love so quickly. He refuses to and this was to help Steven.
But before he knew it, he had an almost insatiable want for you. After a few weeks, he got to know you, compiling more information and memorizing your favorite dish, favorite song, and favorite show.
He felt like his life had you in it all the time. At Steven’s job, in conversations with Steven, and even on the bloody street. And he was infatuated with you.
But he can’t. He shouldn’t.
Even after he made love to you, being tangled up in his sheets and his arms. He felt his heartbeat flutter beat loudly at the thought of you and your bright smile, your contagious laughter. He would compare it to nicotine but it’s more addictive than that.
Why?
Because to you, you're Steven Grant's. Not Marc Spector's.
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