#marc spector x female!oc

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The More The Merrier - Part One

Set in The Shape of Youniverse

Summary: Doctor Strange’s wedding gift allows you and your husband to fulfill your wildest fantasies 

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system 

Word Count: 3.3k 

Rating: Mature (for now!)

CW/TW: Mentions of pregnancy, reader experiences anxiety and mild body insecurity, Marc is ~protective~ and not afraid to threaten violence to protect his fam, discussions of group sex, making out  

A/N: Okay y’all! Everyone loved Group Effort so I thought there was no better way to celebrate 1000 followers than to write a follow up! I am currently burnt to a crisp creatively, HOWEVER I figure if I post what I have so far this lovely community’s support and reactions may just invigorate me to get the rest of this naughtiness out! 

Translations at the end of the fic as usual!

You thought you were dreaming. You must have been, because why else would Doctor Strange be in your living room talking to your husband? The sound of voices had awoken you, and when you saw that Marc’s side of the bed was empty, you followed the hushed but heated voices to their source. 

You could hear Marc insisting lowly, “I told you I can’t…”

“And I told you his new avatar is miss–”

“Honey?” You interrupted, your voice raspy from sleep, “What’s going on?”

You’d rubbed just enough sleep from your eyes to be able to take in the sight before you. Marc, in his pajamas, mid-argument with Doctor Strange, red cape and all. 

You blinked furiously. Up until that very moment, all of Marc’s stories about being the white knight dude–Moon Knight, he told you he’d been called, were just that. Stories. You liked it that way. That way, there was plausible deniability. Seeing him talking to an Avenger in your flat made things startlingly real. 

“Go back to bed sweetheart,” your husband urged you, trying and failing to keep his mounting frustration from bleeding into his tone. 

Like hell you were going back to sleep. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” Marc answered immediately. His pointed look to the Avenger meant that Strange wasn’t going to divulge anything either. 

“Sorry to wake you, Mrs. Spector,” the sorcerer offered instead. 

“I’m not going anywhere until one of you tells me why he’s here in the middle of the night,” you informed both men plainly. It was perplexing to think that the men in charge of your planet’s safety, like Doctor Strange and your husband, were such shit liars.

“It’s Khonshu--” Strange began. 

“He’s retired,” you interjected. Your husband resuming his superhero activities, especially when you’d just found out you were pregnant a few weeks ago, was your worst nightmare. 

“I know,” he assured you, “I had a question for Marc, that’s all.” 

“And I told him that I can’t be involved with any of this shit, in any capacity,” your husband fumed, “Twice now.” 

“Well excuse me,” the sorcerer snarked, “and here I thought you’d become a consultant.” 

You couldn't stifle the giggle that Strange’s comment brought forth. Marc bristled, “Please sweetie, will you wait for me in the bedroom? I’ll show Stephen out.” 

Hearing that your husband was on a first-name basis with an Avenger made your head swim. You nodded, but didn’t completely comply, going only so far as the hallway so you could eavesdrop on them unseen.

“Did I just get you into trouble?” Strange inquired. 

“Yes,” your husband confirmed. “Out of everything wrong with me, her only hang-ups are my ex-wife and the avatar shit, so summon one of those portal things before I have to kick you out myself.” 

“Wow, okay, so Steven’s the one with the manners then,” he noted wryly. 

Marc sighed so deeply you could hear it from across the flat. “How many times do I have to say–”

“Congratulations by the way.” 

Your heart dropped. Did he know? He couldn’t know. You were nowhere near showing, how on earth could he know? Doctor Strange flew and did magic and traversed the multiverse, but there was no way he could tell that you were pregnant, was there?

“I’ll tear you limb from limb and rent your stupid cloak out for birthday parties,” Marc threatened in a snarl, “I didn’t want anyone knowing that we're together, let alone that we’re expecting. If that information leaves your lips, so help me–”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Strange promised him, “though it explains why I can’t convince you.” 

“Use that forgetting spell on yourself,” your husband ordered. 

“I’ll do you one better,” the sorcerer offered, “I’ll put you two under the protection of the London Sanctum. It’ll keep her safe while we sort all of this out…though it’d go a lot quicker if you–”

“Want me to re-introduce you to Jake?” Marc growled. 

Now it was Strange’s turn to sigh. “You realize you don’t have the suit anymore, right?”

“Nunca lo necesité,” the man in question interceded, “Disfrutaría el desafío.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” the Avenger observed. 

“She’s the reason I left Khonshu,” Marc confessed. After observing him so tight-lipped and protective about your relationship to Strange just now, your husband’s candor shocked you. 

“I’d say you traded up,” the sorcerer remarked archly. 

 Marc stood firm. “Yeah, and I’m not looking to downgrade anytime soon.”

“Can’t blame you. Well Marc, it’s always a…time.”

The faint hum of what you assumed was the magic he conjured for the portals Strange used alerted you to scamper back to the bed and dive under the covers, so that when Marc returned you could convincingly feign sleep. Moments later, you felt the mattress dip under his weight and his arms wrap around your waist from behind. 

“Are you mad at me?” came his timid question, murmured into your hair.  

You didn’t open your eyes. “That you told Doctor Strange to fuck off for the sake of our marriage? For our family? No, hun.” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized anyway, “I hate how that this part of my past won’t let me go.” 

“This wasn’t your fault and you didn't get involved,” you pointed out, implicitly urging him to let it go. “Can we go back to sleep? Need to rest up for my inevitable morning vomit sesh.” 

Marc held your tighter and pressed a kiss to a notch of your spine. “‘Course baby.”

You weren’t exactly proud of how quick you were to brush the encounter off, but being a newlywed and a surprise pregnancy meant you had enough on your plate. There wasn’t any mental or emotional space to entertain the thought of your ex-avatar husband having to risk his life to ensure your, your unborn baby, and Earth’s safety, because if you did, the Hulk would look like a teddy bear in comparison to the state it’d send you in.  

Luckily, Marc was even better at sweeping uncomfortable moments under the rug than you were. You didn’t give the late-night meeting with Doctor Strange a second thought until a few weeks later when you glimpsed a headline about another global calamity averted emblazoned across a fellow Tube passenger’s copy of The Guardian. Your first trimester made you incredibly motion sick, so you had to look away and deep breathe at once, since the last thing anyone wanted on their morning commute was a woman spewing all over the car. 

Work served as the perfect distraction, until you received a particularly cryptic and distressing text from your husband mid-afternoon.

From: Hubby 

Can you come home please? 

From me:

Now? Are you alright?!

From Hubby: 

Yes, I’m fine. Just need you to come home right away. 

You huffed. That answered absolutely nothing and only made you more anxious. The periods at the ends of his sentences were a dead giveaway as to which alter you were texting with, so you pressed: 

From me:

What’s wrong Marc? 

From Hubby:

Everything’s fine, I promise. 

From me: 

Are you sick? 

The three dots appeared that he was typing, but you’d already sprung from your desk chair at that point. You hurried over to a superior’s office to let them know you were leaving early, claiming a spousal emergency, and you didn’t even wait for a proper response from your boss before you returned to your office, collected your things, and dashed for the door. 

From me: 

Just told Graham I’m heading home. I’ll be there soon!! Do I need to call 999? Harry? Dr. Moorhead???? 

Marc never asked for help. He'd rather eat all ten toes. It was a point of contention in your relationship, something you were working through, so the fact he’d texted you in the middle of the afternoon asking you to come home freaked you the fuck out. You’d just gotten into a taxi - it’d be faster than the Tube this time of day - when he finally responded. 

From Hubby:

No. See you soon. 

You slammed your fist, still wrapped around the rectangle of your phone, down against the upholstered seat in the cab. If Marc was alive when you got home, you were going to kill him. 

After one of the most fraught cab rides of your life, you breathlessly burst through the door of your flat. “MARC?! Jake?! Steven?! You okay?” 

Your husband sat on the couch, appearing to be perfectly well. “Hi baby.” 

You rushed to him, instantly putting the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature. “What’s wrong? God, would it kill you to tell me what’s going on? I nearly gave myself an ulcer on the way here.” 

Marc caught your hand and brought your palm to his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” into the skin there.

“Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is happening here?” you demanded. 

“It’s okay, everything’s okay baby,” he tried to soothe you. 

“Then why did you send me those vague bloody texts telling me to come home ASAP?” 

A sound from the bedroom momentarily distracted you before Marc captured your other hand in his grasp and gently tugged you to take a seat next to him. He continued to apologize, “I’m sorry, so sorry baby. We didn’t know how else to do it, plus we wanted it to be a surprise.”

You regarded him warily. “For what to be a surprise?” 

“Remember when Stephen – well, Doctor Strange came here?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Well, he um…he knew you were pregnant–I didn’t tell him, he just…I don’t know he mystically sensed it or something–and he felt bad about implicating you in our business. I ended up helping him–nothing really, just told him some stuff he wanted to know about my time as Khonshu’s avatar, and he wanted to thank me–well us, I guess? He said to consider it a belated wedding or early–”

“Ay…I think I’ve missed a birthday with how long you’re taking!” 

This was it. Forget your husband’s mental health struggles, you’d officially had a psychotic break. Because Jake had interrupted your conversation by walking into the room. In a separate body. 

“Fucking hell!! You couldn’t wait thirty more seconds?!” Marc snapped at him. 

Thank goodness you were already sitting down. The room swam. Your husband – wait, husbands?-- kept bickering with each other while you stared at them, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. 

“No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí.”

“What the fuck is going on?” you asked yourself in an awestruck whisper. 

“Honey?” Marc turned to you, “you’re okay.”

“Todo esta bien,” Jake added, rushing to your other side. 

You were grateful that there were two of them, otherwise you would’ve collapsed. The thought made you laugh. Wow, you’d lost your mind with a stunning efficiency it seemed. 

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Marc’s eyes searched yours, desperate for you to focus. 

“Uh huh.” 

“What este pendejo was trying to say,” Jake interjected, “is that el doctor did a spell where we all get our own body for twenty-four hours.” 

“He can do that?” It was a stupid question, given that you were surrounded by two of your husbands, but your brain was all but fried. 

“See! This is why I wanted to do it like this! We needed to ease her in!!” Marc lamented. 

“Where’s Steven?” you asked. He had to be here somewhere too, right? 

“You can come out now!” Marc hollered toward the kitchen, and lo and behold, the last third of your husband shuffled into view, complete with his individual body as well.  

“Why am I always the only one who follows the plan?” Steven complained, then after taking one look at your ashen face, joined his counterparts tending to you. “Oh darling, are you alright? Sorry, I know this all must come as a terrible shock. You want me to put the kettle on? Make you a cuppa?”

“The only thing that could help me right now is a stiff drink, which I obviously can’t have because of…” you trailed off and gestured to your midsection. 

“Right, sorry. Marc and I wanted to do this differently, but leave it to Jake to muck things up, as per usual,” he groused. 

“Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño–”

Marc tried to stop them. “Shut up, both of you, this isn’t hel–”

“Oh my God is this what the inside of your head is like?” you wondered aloud, unable to squash a delirious chuckle. 

“Yes,” Steven confirmed, trying to maintain composure, “a small sampling of it, I’m afraid.” 

Your chuckling escalated to full-on unhinged laughter. What else were you to do when each of your husbands were given their own body and argued in front of you?

“Am I high? Or at the very least awake?” 

“No and yes,” Marc replied. 

“So this is why I had to come home early,” you surmised. 

“Sí, we only have twenty-four hours, and we weren’t going to waste anymore on waiting when we could–”

“We could what?” 

“Well, with the baby coming, naturally our sex life is going to take a hit,” Marc said, “so, this seemed like a perfect, one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to um…fulfill some fantasies.”

“You faked an emergency and made me ditch work so we could all have group sex?” 

Steven groaned, “It sounds so tawdry when you put it like that.” 

Marc buried his head in his hands, but Jake puffed up his chest. “Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así!”

“No one is touching me…” you protested, heaving a labored breath as overwhelmed tears brimmed in your eyes. “No one is touching me until you all apologize! Properly! You scared the shit out of me just now! You can’t…you can't keep me in the dark like that…I can’t take the stress between your past and the baby and work…it’s too much! So guess what? The last thing I want to do right now is have sex!” 

Three flummoxed faces of concern stared back at you as they each realized they’d severely miscalculated the reveal. Apparently you looked so pathetic it dispelled any of their urges to argue about it, the reminder that you were pregnant seemingly enough to shut them up and send them straight to contrition. Plus, they were probably still hopeful they could get some action later if they apologized right away. 

“I’m sorry baby,” Marc began, pulling you to his chest, “We wanted this to be fun, but…”

“Somos estúpidos,” Jake finished for him, “Even with separate bodies, we all think with the head between our legs.”   

Steven spoke next, “Take all the time you need, my love. We don’t even have to…do anything naughty. We just want to be with you like…as…as us.” 

“Uh, no. We have to fuck,” Jake disagreed. 

Before you could snipe back at Jake, you remembered something Marc had told you about the last time they were separated. Their entire journey through the Duat, Jake had been trapped in a sarcophagus. Despite being married to them, you couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like to share your body, your life, with two other people the way they did. 

So of course having a body of your own, especially if there was a clock on it, would be a momentous occasion, and it warmed your heart in a funny, roundabout way that Jake wanted to share this precious time with you as intimately as possible. 

Therefore, you found yourself cackling at his remark. The three of them watched you dumbstruck. 

“I think we broke her,” Marc muttered under his breath. 

When you finally regained your breath and a modicum of your senses back, you proposed, “How about this…we make an early dinner to fuel up for um…the night ahead, shall we say? It’ll give me some time to adjust. Deal?”

It took about an hour, but you did calibrate to having multiple husbands in your flat. Jake and Marc were parked on the couch flipping between games on the telly and arguing over scores, players, and stats while Steven and you camped in the kitchen. 

Steven had volunteered to make dinner, and you instantly offered to assist him, figuring that keeping your hands busy would help quiet your racing mind. The pair of you chopped vegetables and, in everyone but Steven’s case, chicken, to make a soup that would be hearty enough to sustain any physical exertion later but light enough so as not to hinder it. 

“This is bizarre, innit?” Steven asked while he stirred the broth. 

“Bizarre doesn't even begin to cover it,” you confessed. “I mean, I know crazy superhero magic shit like this happens, but never to me.”

“When Marc first told me he served Khonshu, I thought it was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard.” 

You laughed at Steven’s frankness. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” he echoed, his face splitting into a beatific grin. The two of you leaned across the stove to kiss each other. Neither of you hurried to break it. In fact, Steven slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips, while you turned to wrap your arms around him properly. 

You nearly forgot the other two men were there until you were both startled apart by Jake whistling and crowing, “Ey! Save it for later!” 

“Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida?” you shot back at him without any real heat.  

Several moments transpired while you ate in which you lapsed into an astonished silence. Though you were no stranger to your husband being co-conscious, there was something even more wondrous about all three of them having to interrupt each other to speak, though despite their separate bodies, each man tended to talk over the other still. 

Marc and Jake were put on cleanup duty, and Steven captured you in his arms once again. He dotted kisses from your clavicle, up the length of your neck, culminating at the extra sensitive spot behind your right ear. “How do you want to do this?” 

You mewled at the pressure of his lips on your skin. “Mmmm, I wanna take a shower and primp a bit. Marc had a point earlier, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, might as well make the most of it, right?” 

“Whatever you want,” he rumbled into your ear. You could feel Steven’s cock stir as he pressed himself into you. 

A devilish smirk danced across your lips. “Wanna look extra fuckable for all of you.” 

“Bloody hell, babe,” Steven’s hips stuttered against your leg. He leaned in to kiss you more, but you dodged him, instead scampering away toward the bathroom and throwing a cheeky look over your shoulder. 

Beyond the fact that you knew that Jake would want to fuck you in the ass and you needed to prepare accordingly, it occurred to you that your insistence on getting dolled up was just as much for your benefit as it was for your partners. You were about to be more vulnerable than you’d ever been in a sexual situation, and though it was with the people you loved and trusted most in the world, sometimes confidence was best found from the outside-in. So you shaved your legs, styled your hair, made up your face, and slipped into the lingerie that you’d grabbed from your dresser before you retreated into the en-suite. 

You examined the finished product of your efforts in the mirror. Your bump wasn’t quite a bump yet at just over twelve weeks, you just looked perennially bloated. You tried to smooth the frown from your face, reminding yourself that you weren’t fat, but instead growing a little life inside of you, the culmination of you and your husband’s love. Nevertheless, you adjusted the straps of the microscopic thong you’d squeezed yourself into to try and create a more flattering shape. After fluffing your hair one more time, you decided you were as ready as you’d ever be.

READ PART TWO 

A/N: Eh? We like? Y’all are always so encouraging but if you feel compelled to leave any feedback I could really use it this time around!!! 

Translations:

Nunca lo necesité - I never needed it

Disfrutaría el desafío - I will enjoy the challenge

No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí - I'm not going to waste another second having to listen to you babble. We don't have all day here

Todo esta bien - Everything is ok

Este pendejo - This asshole

Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño - Hey, look here you little shit

Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así! - Why not? You go to work every day, but we may never be like this again!

Somos estupidos - We’re stupid

Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida - Then are you going to help us with the food?

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SOMEBODY STOP MEEEE

Just kidding, I already stopped with these a while ago, I'm just sharing late

Part 2 of the sketches

This might seem brief compared to the last one, but actually is bigger- so much bigger that I had to separate it in half- So yeah, you're getting 4 now and 5 later

THOUGH

The last ones I'm very afraid won't be suitable for tumblr guidelines? so I'm not sure if posting it without censoring them

Anyway, any thing I end deciding, you can find that stuff uncensored in my side twitter

Cropped ver. under the cut

#sketches #fanart #moon knight #moonknight #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x female!reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x oc #steven grant x you #cw not sfw

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You Cannot Run From Your Past Pt. 3

Mobster!Simon "Ghost" Riley X F!Reader

“Do you think this will work? That we can finally get rid of him?” You had always dreamt of killing James but given how powerful he was it was simply a suicide mission.

A/N:here we are! there's going to be one part before the big finale! same warnings as always, mentions of abuse, violence, blood, smut

“They won’t be staying, James needs to find a way to get me back from Simon. I’ve seen it happen before.” The jealousy was pouring off of him in waves, nearly drowning you in it.

“How can you be so sure? Why not just kill us when we’re least expecting and take you back that way?” Price wasn’t looking at the bigger picture.

“Because that leaves too much space for things to go wrong. Natasha’s one of the best stealth killers I’ve ever met, but going into something without a solid plan gets you killed. James hasn’t personally gotten his hands dirty in a while, he’s not going to start now.” No, he’d have his henchmen do all the dirty work for him while he sat at home.

Price wanted to argue with that statement, sure James didn’t have the manpower but if Natasha was as strong as you claimed they could get away with it. However he started to analyze everything and you were right, the only way they’d be able to get Price, Soap, and Gaz without alerting you and Simon would be with knives. And knives were not always the easiest weapon to work with.

“Alright, what do you suggest we do?” Price was willing to do whatever it took to ensure yours and everyone else's safety.

“I’ve been in contact with his best friend Steve, he’s willing to talk to me and stop James from killing anyone else.” Maybe that wasn’t the full truth, but you’d discuss that somewhere more privately.

“Let’s get back to the house, better to talk there.” Price left enough money to cover the bill along with a hefty tip.

You headed back out to the limo with everyone else, sliding into the back with Simon close behind. Soap kept an eye out until everyone was inside safely, sliding in last and shutting the door. It was definitely obvious that James had already left, the only people that were looking seemed to be tourists. The drive back was quiet, Price typing away on his phone to someone before it began to ring with a call. He sighed softly before answering.

“Laswell, long time no talk.” Price was relaxed, so whoever he was speaking with wasn’t an enemy.

“Price, any particular reason you’re looking to come visit me in New York this time of year?” Kate wasn’t shocked that Price had a sudden interest, but there was a reason.

“James Barnes made a visit to us, I need to make sure it’s not going to happen again.” He could hear her soft intake of breath. This was a personal matter.

“I’ll make sure there’s no issues when you fly over, remember to be safe.” Kate hung up before he could reply, though he didn’t blame her, he’d asked for a big favor.

The boys would end up packing everything when they got back, making sure to keep any weapons hidden and discreet. You would all be in enemy territory, worst case scenario was word getting back to James the moment you landed. If all went well you would be able to land in New York and meet up with Steve before James even found out you’d left England.

“So, the plan is we head out tonight, I’ve got intel that James won’t be able to fly out until tomorrow morning.” Price slipped his phone into his pocket, full attention back on everyone else.

“I’ll let Steve know when we’ll be landing, he’s been under James’ radar for this long, I’d rather not ruin his life.” Steve had been a silent godsend for you, he’d helped you escape and was willing to take the heat if needed.

You’d contact Steve first and foremost, letting him in on the plan to make sure that he even felt comfortable joining you. If all went well you’d call Tony, god knows the man deserved to get his revenge once and for all. Alex pulled into the garage after what felt like mere minutes, pulling you back down to earth as you went over the plan in your head once more. Price headed into his office right away, making all the calls that would be necessary. Gaz and Soap headed off to their rooms to pack.

Simon led you back to your bedroom, fingers grazing the skin on your back softly as if he was suddenly afraid to touch you. You wanted to assure him that things were fine and you would gladly accept his touch in any way he was willing to give it. You stepped into the room slowly, reaching down to take off your heels now that you were home.

“Finally, hate wearing those damn things.” Your feet were sore from the few times you’d had to walk around.

“I would’ve carried you if you needed darling.” Simon pulled off his jacket, loosening the tie around his neck.

“Had we been out for longer I would’ve taken you up on the offer.” You slipped the straps down and off your arms, the top of the dress pooling around your waist.

Simon watched you undress slowly, hands working on autopilot as he pulled off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. The lace of your panties began to peek out from the dress as you pushed it off entirely, your breasts shining in the setting sun. Simon would lie to anyone who asked how he reacted in that moment, not wanting them to live through the memories he’d store away forever. Without hesitation he threw off his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor as his arms wrapped around your waist. You traced your nails along the tattoos adorning his arm, finding out just a little bit more about your new husband.

“Now darling, why don’t you be a good girl and get on the bed for me.” Simon pressed his hips against you, reveling in the way your body heat melded with his own.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You pulled away from him gently, sliding your thumbs beneath the waist of your panties and sliding them off onto the floor.

Simon was hard in an instant, gently palming himself as he watched you crawl seductively overtop of the sheets. You turned to lay on your back, body fully on display for Simon to do as he pleased, with your permission of course. Simon may have done bad things in his life, but he’d never touch someone without their full consent.

“God, look how delicious you are.” Simon unbuckled his belt, sliding the thick leather from his slacks and tossing it to the side.

“Why don’t you come over and have a taste yourself.” You spread your legs slowly, your thighs glistening with the sweet nectar he was so desperate to taste.

Simon nearly tore off his slacks, along with his boxer briefs and socks so that he was naked as the day he was born. Your eyes drifted down his torso before landing on his fully erect cock, your heart began to race with the realization of how big he was. How the hell was he going to fit? Pushing all the insecurities you had you crooked your finger in a “come here” motion. Simon smirked and stalked over to you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

“How badly do you want this sweetheart?” Simon wanted you to beg, to hear you whimper his name.

“Please, Simon, don’t tease.” You gripped the sheets harshly, back arching slightly as he grazed his hands up your calves.

“So polite.” Simon pressed kisses along your inner thighs, each kiss getting closer to where you so desperately needed him.

Each time he would reach your sex he’d pull away, listening to the way you’d whine loudly, begging for his touch. He could feel the heat from your body, legs quivering beside his head as he dipped down slowly. You hadn’t expected his lips to wrap around your clit, suckling softly to warm you up. You reached down to grip his hair, pushing his face closer to your dripping sex as you begged for more. Simon groaned into the soft flesh, slipping down to savor the slick that was pouring from your body. 

You’d tasted sweeter than any honey he could ever imagine, a divine treat that he would savor every chance he could get. Tasting you from his fingers had not done you justice, and now he was simply addicted. Your moans echoed throughout the room as his tongue slipped inside of you, curling up to bring you the utmost pleasure. Simon began to grind his hips against the bed slowly, hands gripping onto your waist to keep you from pulling away.

Heaven, that was the only way you could begin to describe the way that one Simon Riley ate pussy. He savored you as if you were his final meal on earth before he descended to heaven, leaving no area left ignored. One hand abandoned your hip to slide down to your opening, two fingers sliding in as he flicked his tongue over your clit. You screamed into the air as your orgasm crashed over you, soaking Simon’s face.

You had been so blissed out that you’d completely forgotten how long it had been since you shaved at all, clearly Simon didn’t care. Another tally for Simon, he was starting to seem like the perfect man to you right now.

“Think you can keep going?” Simon pushed himself up slowly, fisting his cock slowly to help alleviate the ache.

“If you don’t put that inside me I may just cry.” Maybe it was a little dramatic, but the man could clearly fuck and you weren’t waiting a second longer.

Simon chuckled, grabbing your legs and pulling your hips flush to his own. Your body slid down the bed, head barely resting on the pillows that sat at the top. He groaned softly, cock sliding between your folds as he slowly grinded against you. The tip of his cock hit your clit just right, sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine.

“Simon, please!” Your legs were shaking slightly, back arched harshly as you tried, and failed, to get him inside.

“As you wish.” He grabbed the base of his cock, placing himself at your entrance before pushing in slowly.

The only way that Simon could describe it would be euphoric, your body pulled him in like a warm tight hug. He wanted nothing more than to slam his cock inside you but given his size he knew it wouldn’t be pleasurable for you. Simon waited until your hips bumped gently, his cock nestled in you to the hilt before taking another breath. His chest shuddered at the way you enveloped him, if he moved too soon this would be over before it could start.

“Hold on sweetheart.” Simon smirked down at you, hoisting your legs up until your calves were resting on his shoulders.

It felt as if his cock had nestled itself all the way in your throat with how deep he was. His hips pulled back before slamming forward, a guttural moan slipping through your lips. Simon barely gave you a moment to breathe before his hips were slamming into yours over, and over. The sounds of your coupling were encompassing everything. You were thankful that Simon had at least tried to prepare you for his cock.

“Look at you sweetheart, taking my cock like such a good girl.” Simon moaned as he watched you take his cock like you were made for him.

His hand slipped up your body, palm resting gently against the base of your throat. He didn’t want to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, but when your cunt tightened around his aching cock, he was done for.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” You could hardly catch your breath, eyes rolled into the back of your skull as Simon became determined to bury his cock into your cervix.

“You gonna give me a baby, let me fill this pussy full til you’re dripping?” Your pussy tightened over his cock even more, legs quivering as your release began to creep up on you.

“Yes! Fill me up!” You would agree to absolutely anything that Simon said in that moment, as long as he didn’t leave.

He tightened his hand around your throat, cutting off the airflow to your lungs. Your back arched harshly, hands grabbing onto his arms to keep yourself stable. Simon’s thrusts didn’t falter as he continued to pound you into the mattress, the sounds of your coupling surrounding you both. His grip on your throat was suddenly gone, both hands sliding to wrap around your middle. You were sure you’d gotten whiplash with how quickly Simon had you suddenly straddling his lap.

“Fuck, look how much prettier you look sweetheart.” He kept one hand on your waist, the other reaching up to grope your breast.

You threw your head back, a flood of slick pouring from your body at the new sensation, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot over and over. His hands were surely going to leave bruises on you, ones that everyone would be able to see. He wanted the world to know that you were his and only his. You slid your hands up to grip the back of his neck, your right hand gripping his hair to help ground you.

“Fuck, Simon, m’gonna cum.” You could barely string together a coherent thought, let alone focus on just one thing that Simon was doing to you.

His lips trailed along your collarbone, suckling gently at the skin, teeth nipping higher and higher until it reached the base of your throat. Your moans sounded like the most gorgeous music as he ravished your body. 

“C’mon sweetheart, cum all over my cock.” It took one, two, three more thrusts before your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, body locking up as the blinding white pleasure took over.

Simon gritted his teeth at how tight you were, hips slamming against your one last time as his orgasm took over all his senses. You mewled softly at the warmth filling you up, body exhausted from the intense pleasure that Simon had given you. He panted, carefully laying you down onto the bed to make sure that he hadn’t hurt you. Besides the delicious ache between your legs, you had never felt better in your life. He pulled out slowly, catching your slight wince as he tried to be gentle.

“Sorry, forgot how sore you’d probably be.” Simon scooted off the bed, heading into the en suite to get a cloth to help clean you up.

“Mmm, a good sore though.” You could barely move your legs, or your arms, okay maybe it was your entire body.

Simon dampened a cloth with warm water before heading back into the bedroom, gently prying your legs open he cleaned up any of your slick and cum that had managed to slip out. You could barely put up a fight as Simon started his aftercare. Shit, you had to pack a bag and leave in a few hours, how the hell were you going to manage?

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pack a bag for both of us.” Simon would gladly buy you an entirely new wardrobe over in New York if it meant keeping you comfortable.

“Thank you.” Your eyes slid closed, breathing evening out as you fell asleep.

Simon couldn’t help but watch you sleep for a few moments, heart racing as all the feelings he’d always tried to deny came rushing to the surface. He barely even knew you and yet he wanted to protect you with everything he could. Pulling the comforter over your sleeping figure, Simon made sure you hadn’t woken up before pulling on his briefs. He’d let you nap while he packed, he had plenty of energy to do so as it was.

The halls were silent as he made his way to his room, grabbing two different suitcases. He packed his clothes meticulously, making sure nothing would get wrinkled. Once half of the suitcase was filled he zipped it shut to leave space for your own things. Then it came time to pack his knives, and guns. Knives would be preferable if he wanted to take anyone out without leaving too much of a trace. Wasn’t always doable, but he’d manage if needed.

“Hey, boss wants to make sure you’ll be ready to go in an hour.” Gaz was standing in his doorway, fully ignoring the state of undress that Simon was in.

“Yeah, just need to finish packing first.” He slid one of his favorite knives into its holster, he’d never gone without it.

“I’ll let him know, thanks.” Gaz knew not to make a total scene over how Simon looked, it was obvious the two of you had hooked up, who was he to judge?

Simon pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants for you to borrow on the plane ride over, you’d need all the sleep you could get, and why not be comfortable at the same time? He shook his head slowly, he’d only known you for such a small amount of time and yet he felt the need to protect you. You weren’t truly his wife, so why did any of this matter in the first place when once James was taken care of you could just leave?

No, he wouldn’t let his thoughts go down that path, it wasn’t worth getting caught up in feelings when there were bigger fish to fry right now. Heading back to your room with the clothes in his hand Simon couldn’t help the rush that washed over him. You were a goddess sent down for him and he was so ready to just throw you away before. How could he possibly be even thinking like that?

“Sweetheart, time to get up.” Simon wanted to do anything he could except for wake you, but Price would be on your ass quicker than he could protest.

“Five more minutes, please.” You rolled onto your side, back facing Simon as you tried to hold onto those few precious minutes.

“Nope, you need to get dressed so we can get going.” Simon rubbed your back gently, plopping down beside you on the bed.

You groaned before pushing yourself up, it was obvious you weren’t going to be allowed to sleep before the flight. Maybe you could get some sleep then and worry about everything when you landed back in New York. Simon shyly held up the clothes in his hand, gesturing for you to take them. Once you realized exactly what was in his hands your cheeks warmed, he was really letting you wear his clothes around everyone? Shit, you were definitely falling in love and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Thank you, are you going to get dressed too?” You pulled on the shirt first, forgoing a bra entirely. The fabric would do a good enough job hiding your chest, why bother wearing something uncomfortable when you didn’t need to.

“I wanted to make sure you were awake first, I’ll get your stuff packed and then we can head down.” Simon pressed a kiss before sliding off the bed, heading over to your closet to grab enough clothes to last at least a few days.

You copied him quickly, rushing over to your drawer to grab a clean pair of panties. Simon chuckled at the way you wiggled your hips as you pulled them up your legs. Simon wasn’t someone who found joy in much of anything anymore, not after working for Price for so long. It was nice to be able to laugh and smile so carefree without worrying for once. 

“Get your pants and some shoes on while I finish packing, I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Simon laid your clothes over one arm, being careful of any delicates.

“Yes sir.” You weakly saluted him, laughing when he rolled his eyes and headed out of your room.

The pants were a challenge to get on in general, since Simon was so much bigger than you were they pooled at your ankles. You tied the drawstrings as much as you could, hoping they wouldn’t accidentally fall down when you started walking. Deciding that you could only do so much with your current predicament you headed down to Simon’s room. The faint sound of Soap’s laughter began to get louder with each step.

“You can’t keep your hands off one anotha it seems.” Soap had dressed down to a comfortable sweater and a pair of jeans, Simon dressed in something similar.

“The feelings are very much mutual.” Simon folded the last piece of clothing, setting it into the suitcase, zipping it closed as you stepped into the room.

“There she is!” Soap walked over to you, wrapping you up into a tight hug.

You laughed lightly, a little confused as to why Soap was being so affectionate all of a sudden, what in the world had Simon told him before you arrived? Simon merely shook his head, if to gesture not to ask or that he wasn’t sure of Soap’s affections you weren’t entirely sure.

“Now don’t you look awfully pretty there.” Soap pulled back, keeping his arms on the top of your shoulders.

“Soap, let go of her so we can finish packing please.” Simon was exasperated, wanting nothing more than for Soap to leave you be.

The Scot threw up his hands, heading out and leaving you and Simon to continue packing in what you hoped would be a peaceful silence. Your body was still overstimulated from Simon’s amazing lovemaking. There would be moments you’d surely slip up in front of everyone, pressing into Simon’s side like a cat.

“Do you think this will work? That we can finally get rid of him?” You had always dreamt of killing James but given how powerful he was it was simply a suicide mission.

“I do, I believe in the men I work with and I trust them with my life.” Simon hadn’t trusted many people in his life, but they were his family now.

“I trust you, Simon.” It was a long shot, taking down one of the most dangerous men, but you had faith they could do it.

Simon grabbed both suitcases before facing you, his expression was determined, and by god did that turn you on even more than before. Simon was a man on a mission, and he would do whatever it took to ensure everyone’s safety.

“Let’s go, the faster we can leave the better.” He pressed a soft kiss to your hair before heading down to the garage.

Gaz, Soap, and Price had been discussing the details amongst themselves, deciding on the best course of action when you landed. First and foremost you would contact Steve Rogers and see if he would be willing to help. If Steve was willing to help you’d get into contact with Tony and figure out the next steps. However if he wasn’t willing to help you’d need Price to call Tony and see if he would help do the dirty work.

It was now or never, you would make sure that James Barnes couldn’t harm a single person in one of his angry tirades ever again.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x female oc #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #tony stark #steve rogers #steven grant #marc spector #james barnes #bucky barnes

[blackleatherjacketz]

Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

#jack russell #gael garcia bernal #werewolf by night #jack russell x reader #jack russell x you #jack russell x female reader #jack russell imagine #werewolf by night fan fiction #david dastmalchian #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #david dastmalchian x reader #David Dastmalchian oc

[redahlia-writes]

when you look at me like that. | marc spector x reader

Abstract: “Are you serious?” she chuckles, leaning forward almost conspiratorially. “Honey, he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky just for him.”

Words: 800

Content: established relationship/marriage, the word “wife” and she/her pronouns are used (once) but no other gender specification, this is just fluff and marc being a softie

A/N: so i was talking with @lcvenderblues​ about the boat scene in moon knight and the way marc looks at layla (just look at that first pic) and this is what happened next. it’s literally just a love letter to oscar isaac’s acting and eyes

also on AO3  - masterlist

“I do envy you.”

The voice of your co-worker can only be described as dreamy, the glass in her hand moving to follow the tilt of her head from one side and the other - you cannot help wondering how much she’s had to drink already.

“What do you mean?” you scoff lightly, taking the glass from her hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of the two of you, couch dipping with the movement. “Your husband - God, I would strike a deal with the devil to have someone look at me like that,” she groans, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

You feel the heat rising up to your chest, your neck, your cheeks. Such a childish reaction - as if you were no more than a teenager dealing with your first crush. Not as if you’ve been married to Marc for years now.

“What?” your voice is more high-pitched than you’d like it to, shyness flooding your chest. “Please, it’s just - it’s just Marc,” the nervous laughter bubbling from your throat makes you wish you’d had more to drink now.

How were you to expect that a dinner with friends from work would turn into this?

Her eyes light up in surprise as she turns on her seat to look at you, lips parting.

“Are you serious?” she chuckles, leaning forward almost conspiratorially. “Honey, he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky just for him.” “What?” you ask again with a snort, out-right flushing at the comment. The woman is grinning, clearly amused by your embarrassment. You look away from her and around the room, desperately trying to find Marc - maybe he could come to your aid, pull you away from this conversation about to take place.

“Just - look,” she gestures towards the balcony, and you turn around to find Marc chatting with some of your other friends. He looks like  Marc  - your Marc, with ruffled curls and shoulders rolled back, a tranquil smile on his face that makes your heart ache, knowing he’s found some sort of peace in the mundanity of your life together. “Hey, Marc!” she calls, so loudly it almost makes you flinch.

He turns around, confused by the commotion, lips parted mid-sentence as he scans the room - his eyes settle on her first, frowning, and then he looks at you. Ever so slowly his face melts, hard lines softening as he meets your gaze and smiles softly, such a gentle look you’ve grown familiar with. Warmth spreads across you once more.

“Everything alright?” he asks, excusing himself from the two people on the balcony before making his way towards you. His knee bumps yours as he looks down towards you, hand moving to reach for your shoulder. “You okay?” “Yes,” you hum, unable to keep the smile from your face. You take his hand in yours, bringing it closer to your face to brush a quick kiss across his knuckles. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you confirm, holding the back of his hand against your cheek.

“You should take your wife home, Spector,” your co-worker chuckles, getting up on unsteady legs. “I think she’s had too much to drink,” you almost burst out laughing at the accusation, her being the one clearly drunk while walking about.

Marc looks at her, head tilted with a perplexed expression that lasts a few moments before he’s looking back at you.

“What was that about?” he asks, amused. “Nothing,” you tug on his hand a little, smile growing across your lips. He sits down at your side, his free hand coming to rest on your knee. Right away he starts drawing small circles with his thumb, a soothing gesture that has you lean against his side. “Do you want to stay? I saw you were talking with -” “Are you tired? We can go, it’s not a problem,” he reassures, squeezing your hand.

You look at him then - how had you never seen the softness in his gaze? Or, to better say it, how had you never realized he looked at you like that? Like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky just for him.

You would’ve certainly tried to, had he asked, but that didn’t sound right.

Marc looks at you like he knows he’s your safe space - and maybe you’re his. His defenses dropping when he just as much looks at you, seeking the comfort of your body, of your skin, of your mere presence. 

Years together and he still manages to surprise you with the intensity of his love.

“I’m not tired,” you lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek - the scratch of his scruff welcomed on your lips as you lower your voice. “But I’d really, really like for you to take me home.”

#redahlia #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x oc #marc spector x y/n #marc spector imagine #marc spector fanfic #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector fic #marc spector x female reader #marc spector x f!reader #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fic #moon knight imagine #moon knight fanfiction #marc spector fluff

[justafandomgvrl]

Since When Did You Care

Marc Spector x OFC, mentions of Steven x OFC and Jake x OFC

Word count: 450

Yelling, fluff, stitches, inaccurate DID

Cassie winced as she dabbed the alcohol wipe along her side. She’d not had a chance to heal before having to ditch the suit, almost being caught by a group of camera happy civilians. She had limped back to her flat. The cut on her rib was the worst she’d had in a while. A thud sounded behind her and she rolled her eyes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Marc’s heavy accent assaulted her ears and she sighed, staring into the wound in her mirror. “I had it covered.”

“No, you really didn’t.” she huffed. His hands landed on her shoulders and he turned her around roughly, staring at the cut.

“You could have fucking died, Cassie. How do you think I would have handled that, huh? Or Jake? You think Steven would recover?”

“Since when did you care, Marc? Didn’t think I was more than a work friend that you fucked when you were stressed.” Cassie huffed, shoving him off of her. Marc glared, pausing as his eyes flickered to the mirror. She could almost see the conversation he must have been having and she slipped past him into her bathroom, grabbing her kit for stitching herself up.

“I always cared, Cassie.” His sigh was heavy and his hands closed around hers. “Let me do it. We both know I’m better at it,” he joked halfheartedly. Cassie didn’t smile. “I’m sorry I snapped, okay? I just - we just worry about you.” He mumbled. “Steven’s insulted that you think we’re just using you for stress relief, by the way. He’s ready to give you what he calls ‘an earful’ when he next fronts. And Jake wants to prove you wrong.” Cassie rolled her eyes again - something she had never done so much before meeting the three of them.

“That’s what it feels like. We don’t go on dates, we don’t do anything except hurt people and fuck.” He winced at her words as he eased the thread through the eye of the needle, setting to work on stitching her up.

“Then we’ll take you on dates. Anything you want and it’s yours baby, all you gotta do is ask.” He assured her as she gritted her teeth. He pressed a gentle kiss on each stitch as he finished. “Just don’t put yourself in the way of a blow. Please. It was terrifying to see.”

“I can’t promise. I want to keep you safe, all of you.” Marc chuckled, looking into the mirror.

“Steven says he’s waited long enough, baby.” Cassie huffed, not ready to hear Steven upset with her. “It’s okay. We know we need to do better.” Marc said, kissing the top of her head before his eyes rolled back in his head.

#marc spector x oc #marc spector #marc Spector x ofc #marc Spector x original character #marc spector x original female character #moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x oc #moon knight fanfiction #drabble #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

fast lane

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ amy’s birthday ficlet series ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

marc spector x reader prompt: passenger seat (tags beneath the cut)

“You’re going to get us arrested,” you said breathlessly, a crease between your brows as you closed your eyes against the growing butterflies in your belly. Your fingers tightened on the edge of your seat, your hips shifting up against his fingers. “Fuck…”

“Arrested?” Marc repeated from the seat beside you, amusement touching the husky cadence of his voice. His hand was between your legs, expert fingers circling a teasing pressure over your clit. Your dress had been pushed up, the silky material whispering over your bare thighs with each movement of his hand. You moaned brokenly as he quickened his pace slightly. “Baby, you make pretty little noises like that in front of an officer, and they’ll give us a police escort home just so I can bend you over the kitchen counter sooner.”

“You say the sweetest things,” you replied, your head falling back against the headrest. Marc met your eye in a sidelong glance, a smirk on his lips. His other hand gripped the steering wheel, and he barely took his eyes away from yours as he accelerated and swerved to overtake another car. His eyes were dark, full of want and hunger, set aglow by the headlights sweeping past you. He was driving too fast for city streets, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You bring it out in me.” he said, his smile widening as you moaned again. “Sounds like that… just goddamn poetic.”

A thrill swept up the small of your back as you came to a stop at a red light, suddenly far more on display than before. Marc’s touch made you arch up against the seat, and he snickered as the car next to you honked their horn.

“I think they like the show, baby.” he muttered, an edge to his voice that made you shiver. He leaned over slowly, deliberately, his nose brushing against your cheek. You turned your head towards him, automatically, obediently… his mouth meeting yours in a possessive, heady kiss. You whined into his mouth, helpless, and his teeth grazed your bottom lip. Your breath caught as he pinched your clit. His words were whispered against your lips. “Are you doing it for them?”

You shook your head, bucking up against his hand as much as your seatbelt would allow. “For you…”

“Good girl.”

You reached out to clutch at his thigh as the light turned green and the car shot forward, your audience honking their horn after you as you left them behind. You laughed, breaking off in a drawn out moan. You reached out to clutch at his thigh, the muscle hard beneath your palm.

“Marc…”

“What do you say, baby?”

You whimpered, teeth digging into your lip as you felt your stomach tighten, felt your thighs squeeze around his hand as his fingers brought you so close to the edge. You needed to cum, needed it so badly you could feel tears in your eyes as you choked out, “Please…”

Marc grinned. “That’s my girl.”

this was my first time writing marc (and I admit, I haven't proofread this because my tv kind of caught on fire while I was finishing this lol) so please let me know what you think! I'd love to add steven and marc to my character lists at some point.

tags: @capitalnineteen @startrekkingaroundasgard @lovely-dreamer19 @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @glossyloner @youclickedthislink @s0ftness @castieltrash1 @drakelover78 @queenoftheunderdark

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x original character #marc spector x oc #marc spector x ofc #marc spector x original female character #marc spector reader insert #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector fanfic #marc spector imagine #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcu reader insert #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel reader insert #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mine: fanfic

[eloisegrant]

We need Another Deity

A/N: Okay, so this story is based on Filipino mythology because I fell down a wormhole surrounding Moon deities. Also I have Filipina heritage so this is very close to me. Would kill to see more superhero characters from less popular countries, some fun. And After re-watching Khonshu’s stoning scene, this concept popped in my head because it seemed to be a cool concept for all mythologies to have common ground.

Background information: Reader takes form of the Philippine deity, Mayari Halla (last name taken from her father, God of all Gods ‘Bathala’), she also has a brother called “Apolaki”, God of the Sun. She is the Goddess of the Moon, Strength, War, Beauty (among other things). Also she’s blinded on one eye due to a civil war between her and her brother.

Summary: This story takes place in the MoonKnight timeline once Khonshu is trapped in stone. Steven alerts Marc at once, causing them to reach out to the only individual who can help, a Goddess herself.

Warnings: none necessarily, bit of fluff and violence

Marc was at a lost for words. Why did the big bird find it necessary to escalate this far? Steven should’ve known better, yet unfortunately, here they were.

So as Marc rummages through the hotel room, constantly stuffing the luggage as quickly as possible. Steven intervenes through the reflection on the broken mirror, “Could you just let me know who exactly we’re getting?” Steven’s voice was nervous.

“Khonshu talked about another deity…” Marc continues packing up, looking for his passport and clothes for the trip, “One capable of persuading the Egyptian gods and goddesses; at least that's how he put it.” Steven scrunches his nose confused with who they were going to fetch.

“And where exactly is this other deity?” He glances back at Steven in the mirror, as he places the luggage in his hands.

“Manila.” Marc laments, putting his dark blue cap, wiping away smudges of dirt on his face as he looks in the mirror.

“Excuse me? Manila? Ammit could be released any second!” Steven panics.

“Without Khonshu, there’s no suit. No suit, no me and you. And whoever else is up there.” Marc explains to Steven, “So we need to hurry.” Marc glances down his phone, seeing the flight to Manila was leaving in 45 minutes.

Without hesitation, he gets out of the hotel, hailing a taxi in one raise of the hand. He needed to get to Manila, look for this deity and convince them to help him. He wasn’t even sure who this deity was, all Khonshu gave him was a name and some stories.

-

“There’s another one?” Marc fixes his shirt over his head, the previous mission ruined his favourite jacket so he needed to change.

Khonshu, standing over him, answers, “Yes. Mayari, beauty and terror wrapped into the ideology of the moon.”

“And you said she’s half blind?” Marc asks to keep the ball rolling.

“Her brother was a treacherous man, he changed once he saw the pain he had inflicted her with.” Khonshu moves a hand and balances on his staff.

“Sounds like a good family.” Marc vocally says but internally he thought they were crazy.

-

As Marc entered the plane, all he could do was wait. Wait for Manila. Wait till Mayari. But a man in this position didn’t have enough time to wait, they were in desperate need of a literal hero.

———>Metro Manila, Philippines

Exiting the facade of the Philippine airport, Marc is met with Steven’s reflection against the shiny metallic pillars, “How are we going to find her here?” Marc pushes back his curly locks away from his face, adjusting his glasses.

“I may know a guy.” As Marc walks through the exterior of the airport, a fully bearded man holding up the sign M.K. caught his attention. Once they met each other's gaze Marc moved to his direction.

The man greets him with a smile, “You’re Khonshu’s avatar, I presume. My name is Antonito, I am the servant to the Halla family.” He grabs Marc’s luggage and brings it over to a pearl white Land Cruiser parked on the side of the road.

“When word of Khonshu getting stoned came, not all the deities were informed. It was only a matter of time until you reached us.” Antonito prompts Marc to sit on the passenger’s seat as he maneuvers to the driver's seat.

“I wouldn’t have reached out if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.” Marc adjusts his hips as the car begins to move, “Khonshu’s methods are becoming a bit extreme.”

“I must let you know Mayari may be kind and pleasant. But she is also unsure of most things. You must convince her that the tomb of Ammit is in real danger of being exposed.” Antonito bustles through the busy streets of Manila. Marc nods as a response and glances at Steven in the rearview mirror, “Mayari?” He mouths to Marc who ignores his voice. He didn’t need to concern this man with his condition.

As the roads eventually turned into more residential ones, Antonito turned to the right through curved and unpaved roads. Marc clutches his seatbelt, cursing Khonshu for having made a decision without even thinking about the consequences.

About five minutes later, they reach a tall gate, the words Halla encrypted in golden metallic styles.

The sight was incredible, the gates opened to a garden of Eden, trees filled with fruits and bearing flowers. It seemed to be entirely picturesque, like a piece of heaven on earth. As they went further in, people by the hundred surrounded the tall white facade of the mansion in the middle of this heavenly parade.

“The Hallas are having a party.” Antonito turns the car to one of the many parking slots, “It would be intimate, you know what they say… big parties are the most intimate places.” He backs up to the parking easily, turning the car off before letting Marc hop-off next. As Marc closes the car’s door Steven’s reflection comes to ask more questions, “I’m sorry but is the deity we are about to meet Mayari the Philippine Goddess of War, the Moon and so much more?” He asks kind of giddish in a way.

“Don’t tell me you know Philippine Mythology too.” Marc shakes his head at his reflection.

“You kind of get pulled into it a bit when you study history.” Steven mentally pats himself on the back, gaining a not shocked expression on Marc’s face.

He gets pulled out of his mind when Antonito opens the trunk of the land cruiser, handing him a bagged up suit. “Meeting the Gods and Goddesses of our country means looking the part.” He hands Marc the bag, as if to automatically ask him to put the suit on. First, he hesitates, but eventually caves in since the man did have a point. Antonito makes his way to the house as Marc tries his best to be inconspicuous, changing outside of the car.

Once all dressed, he takes a good look at his reflection on the now dimming sky’s reflection on the car. “We look dapper.” Steven admires his own reflection as Marc nods in agreement, “Showtime.”

Entering the mansion, a butler opens the house to expose a facade that appeared much bigger that what it let on outside. He fixes his tie and tuxedo, glancing around to find where the Goddess Mayari was.

There!

Steven’s voice echoes in Marc’s ears as his body is directed to the woman leaning by the staircase in a glowy blue gown, hair draped ever so slightly in a bun with a few strands out to frame her face.

“You sure?” Marc whispers to himself.

Yes. 100% positive.

Marc grabs a drink from one of the waiters and asks Steven one more time, “How do you know? I don’t just wanna approach a woman randomly.”

The eyes. Mayari lost one of her eyes and that gorgeous woman over there has the exact depiction.

Marc was trying to convince himself that what Steven was suggesting was enough, but he had no time to banter and just walked up the stairs to meet the mystery woman by the staircase.

It didn’t take Mayari long enough to notice this olive-skinned man approaching her slowly and nervously.

So she starts to speak to him, “Why hello, handsome.” stepping down to meet Marc by her chest as he looks up to her. He grabs her hand and kisses it slowly, “I have never seen you around.” He gets a better glance at her eyes, one was beautifully deep chocolate while the other was an icy white

“First time here.” He steps up to meet her gaze as she looks him up and down as if he was a slab of meat. Mayari was known as the Goddess of a lot of things, one of which being beauty, and Marc looked very beautiful in his attire.

“I’m sorry but I’m here on business.” He catches on with how Mayari was slowly examining his physique, though she was an ethereal character, they didn’t have much time.

“I see.” She bows her head down and lifts one hand to Marc’s temples, confusing him. She just wanted to read his mind, trying to understand what his purpose was without having the stress of verbally communicating. As if lightning, 3 seconds and she already had the full story.

“My my… what has Khonshu done this time…” She gulps the drink in her hand, earning a relieved sigh from Marc’s lips, he didn’t have to explain anything like Antonito said. She grabs Marc’s hand and escorts him up the stairs to a more private and less noisy ground. Leading him into a room by the right wing which opened up to a massive dome shaped room filled with artifacts, armory and even its own coffee maker. Nice. He thought to himself.

Mayari began to speak once the door was shut, “When the night sky turned back to 2,000 years I thought it was a practical joke.” She moves to Marc, “It appears Ammit has tainted someone so desperately it drove Khonshu to madness.” She looks up at Marc who nods and shares what he needs.

“I wouldn’t have gone here if it wasn’t this-” Marc is cut off by Steven’s reflection roaming around Mayari’s hall of weaponry.

Mayari notices Marc’s glances behind her and looks, spotting Steven at a glance, “Appears like your mind is crowded.” She smiles back at Marc.

“Y-yeah…” He breathes out, causing Mayari to put her hand on his shoulder.

“He seems to like my things.” She looks at Steven who was gasping at the bolos in racks.

Marc shakes his head and chuckles, but gets back to the point of all this, “I need your help.” He clasps his hands into one another.

Mayari tilts her head and looks at Marc, “To bring Khonshu back?” She genuinely asks.

“Yes… No Khonshu means I can’t fight back… Which means, Ammit could be released.” He admits, making the woman tightly smile and nod in agreement.

She moves past Marc and changes as if in a blink of an eye, “Where do we start?” Mayari, now in casual attire, ties her hair and has both her eyes, instead of one.

Marc recalls what Steven said about her eye and couldn’t help but question it, “Um, how did your eye get better?” He asks.

“It’s already healed.” She walks towards Marc, “Whenever I have meetings or fights, I make it appear as the iconic look it has been for the past millennia.” She grabs a backpack with a swoosh of hand, as if she was ready to leave the house. Marc was sort of confused but let it slide but Steven was fangirling inside him.

“Not now.” Marc speaks to himself.

Marc just let me have the body on the way back and I promise.

Mayari laughs at Marc’s adorable banter to himself which makes her wonder why he was being so mean to the double in his mind, “I’d like to meet him.” She comments in the midst of Marc’s words.

“You do?” Marc raises his eyebrows as if to say no fucking way you do. But alas, Mayari nods in the most sweet and genuine way imaginable. Making Marc look at himself in the mirror, “Go ahead.” He allows Steven to front.

As soon as Steven turns around, he is met with Mayari and this makes him leap in excitement, “Is it true? That stuff about your eye?” He immediately asks.

“Ah yes… Well, I did truly get it from Apolaki.” She eyes him, “But when it healed, I decided the look was so badass, I made it stick. Plus, all my paintings are in that image.” Steven smiles softly at the thought of Mayari doing that for aesthetic purposes but it was something a Goddess of beauty would probably do. He didn’t even realize that he was staring at her with the biggest awestruck look until Marc’s voice echoed.

Hey, Loverboy. Remember. Egypt. Khonshu.

“Sorry, sorry” Steven stutters, “It’s just that… You truly are the Goddess of beauty.” His words make Mayari blush, he was quite a charmer.

“Please don’t forget, I am the Goddess of War, too. Amongst other things.” She prompts her walk towards the door, causing Steven to follow suit. “Now, let’s go to Cairo shall we?” Her hand reaches out to the body Steven was fronting but before anything, an abrupt knock disturbs them.

Mayari sighs and turns away from Steven, promptly letting his hand go. Steven was enamored at the thought that a Goddess like Mayari held him.

To Mayari’s demise, it was Apolaki, drunk out of his mind knocking on the door. “Hello sistaa-“ His words were slurred but he maintained composure as he leaned on the doorframe.

“Hello Apo, what do you want?” She shifts her weight between the left and right leg, replicating Apolaki’s lean.

Apolaki glances to the back of Mayari and spots Steven, well he didn’t know who he was so he assumed Mayari dear was getting jiggy with the man, “Oh sorry, was I interrupting a sensual moment?” Apolaki winks at Mayari. “A little too early in the night to be doing it, hm?” He wouldn’t stop teasing his sister.

In an attempt to shut him up she uses her mind control to shut his mouth, “This isn’t like that I’m afraid.” Apolaki grabbed his mouth and couldn’t open it up. He furrows his brows which was enough to earn a chuckle from Mayari. With a quick wave of the hand, she stops her mind control.

“Fucking-“ He breathes out as if he was gasping for air, “Who is that mortal anyways?” He adjusts his jaw, sobering up from his drunken stance.

Steven weakly waves at Apolaki, “The mortal is Steven.” Mayari answers his question, “… and Marc.” She adds on.

Apolaki, confused, looks behind her again. Wondering why Mayari mentioned two names when there was clearly only one man.

“They’re in the same body.” Mayari senses his confusion and answers before he could be vocal about about it.

“Ah, well…” Apolaki nods as if it was a totally normal thing, there have been more crazier things they’ve seen. But, in this world where giant purple aliens and metal men are constantly on the news, a man and another sharing one body didn’t seem to be impossible.

“Father wants me to ask you if you were going to do anything about the sky last night.” Apolaki becomes more serious with his tone.

Mayari smiles at her brother, “Yes, that’s what Steven and Marc are here for.” She extends her hand to the back for Steven to grab, which he openly accepts. Their hands intertwined.

Apolaki raises his eyebrow, “And who exactly are you?” He turns his head to the side.

Steven looks at Mayari who was staring at him, seemingly awaiting a response too. Wanting to see how he would answer. “I’m uh…” He stutters, “We actually are-“ He points to his chest, “…Khonshu’s avatar.”

Apolaki practically screams in joy, “Khonshu that son of b-”

“Apo!” Mayari scolds Apolaki before he could continue that statement.

“How is he?” Apolaki asks with a huge smile on his face.

“He is currently stoned.” Mayari answers, looking at both the men in front and beside her.

Steven nods to Apolaki’s shocked face, “Unfortunately, he pissed off the Gods and Goddesses enough… which isn’t fair cause we only want to stop Ammit from getting resurrected.” Steven explains, making Apolaki visibly change his expression.

“Ammit? Are you serious? Maya why aren’t you panicking?” Apolaki pokes his sister gently, wanting to gain a violent reaction of some sort.

“Because, if you panic you get distracted.” She confidently says with a smug smile on her face.

Steven nods and agrees with Mayari’s statement, “You gonna help?” Mayari questions her brother.

“Sadly this is on you. Send a post card though!” He screams as he exits their sights down the hallway.

“What a dick.” Mayari shakes her head, “Come on.” She pulls Steven’s body down the back of her room to a huge door that appeared to transform to a location Mayari sought out to go to.

“Ta…” she pushes a button, “…Da!” The door presents the streets of Cairo. Making Steven vibrantly clap, “That was amazing!” Steven compliments Mayari.

Blood rushes to her cheeks but she tries to be coy with it, “Oh please. It’s nothing.”

“No no, genuinely… You are amazing, Mayari.” Steven steps closer and looks down at her eyes, unaware of what he was even doing. He just knew she was hypnotizing.

She giggles at Steven’s poor attempt at flirting cause she finds it cute, “You can call me Maya.” She pinches his cheeks, “Both you and Marc can.” Marc’s voice was heard in Steven’s brain.

She sure is a beauty.

They stay like that for a couple of seconds until Maya moves away and brings them all back to reality.

“Right, so… Cairo.” She gestures to the portal door. Steven blushes at the embarrassment from his awestruck nature, so was Marc.

“Right you are.” Steven follows as Mayari crosses from her bedroom to a hidden alleyway in Egypt.

~

#moon knight fanfiction #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #marvel fanfiction #jake lockley fluff #steven grant fluff #marc spector fluff #oc #oc!female #philippine mythology #mayari

[fantasyqueen502]

I want to put my work there more, but I can't decide on one solid platform to use. I guess I'll continue using them all (Wattpad, Tumblr, Quotev) I also wanna get into AO3.

Here's a little taste

His eyes danced about the titles plucking a book piling them into her waiting arms. Taking their pile of research to a table he sits with her even going over some of the corrections and mistakes the books have.

"Why are they depicted as animals, but in our form?" She asks.

"Very good question." he praises with a lopsided smile. "Animals are sacred..." he begins. "Perhaps it is a simple way for us to understand a higher power."

"We could be facing a second coming of gods today." she says drawing his eye. "Spiderman, Antman, Falcon, Hawkeye. Black widow." she references.

"That's a unique way of thinking." he chuckles. "Maybe you're right."

At the check out desk. "Thank you..." she trails off realizing she didn't get his name. Glancing at his nametag. "...Steven." she smiles, catching his eyes. "You make Egyptian lore very..." she trails off for the right word.

"Boring. I'm sorry I must have talked your ear off." He apologizes, continuing to scan her books.

"Entertaining." She chirps. "I was going to say entertaining." taking the receipt, "I hope to learn more in the future if you don't mind." She flutters her lashes collecting her bags.

"Y-Yeah. Of course." He stutters.

"See you 'round, Steven with a V."

"Bye, Levii." Returning with a stiff wave handing back her library card. "With two I's." he watches her leave, staring at the doors a few moments more.

"Quit it." Steven grumbles.

"Quit what?" Marc asks his reflection shrugs with a cocked brow in the computer monitor's screen.

"I can feel your eyes. Judging me." Steven grumbles.

"Levii with two I's." He repeats.

#Moon knight x female oc #female oc #oc #Moonknight #oscar isaac #marvel #ethan hawke #Wattpad #fanfiction #khonshu #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x female oc #marc spector x female oc #tati gabrielle

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

Gods and Monsters

Marc Spector x Goddess!Reader, Steven Grant x Goddess!Reader, eventual Jake Lockley x Goddess!Reader

Part 1

Greek mythology crossover

Part 2

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoy! Reblogs and feedback is much appreciated, I love hearing y’alls thoughts! And let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You were sent on a mission to investigate and put a stop to a string of supernatural activities that had been picked up. Using your gifted senses, your trail eventually leads you to the steps of a museum, where you stumble upon the unexpected.

Warnings: language, violence, sexual themes, plot with smut.

You stared up at the building in front of you, pushing the frames of your dark purple oval sunglasses on top of your head and blowing your gum out in a pink bubble with a loud pop, earning a few disapproving looks from those near you though you payed no mind. The stone pillars of the museum towered over your human form as you squinted against the bright rays of the sun that you were not quite yet adjusted to after being occupied in the darkness of the world below, scrunching your nose in the process as you wondered whyever the readings you picked up on would lead you here. "Huh. I guess this is the spot then, what do you think Aragorn?" You turned your head down to your Doberman who only looked up at you with his curious black eyes and a tilt of his head.

"I’m gonna take that as a yes." You muttered out, giving your dog a scratch behind his ears before instructing him to not attract any attention and to wait out for you till you came back. Tourists and locals bustled past as you walked up the stone steps leading up to the museum, the majority of them much too preoccupied with themselves while a few stared your way, eyeing your expensive black suede ankle boots, Christian Louboutin, known for their iconic red soles. Pulling your claw clip out from the pocket of your dark charcoal grey cashmere coat, you lowered your head to the floor, putting your hair up into a simple updo before heading though the entrance. The artificial lighting and the air conditioning of the place hit you as you entered, a drastic change from the rare case of a sunny day in London that you just came out of. You had been here before, as you had with many of the museums of the world, and yet you always found yourself coming back to them. The museums were like a faint reminder of the past, a distant reminiscence of the days of old where you used to wander the sandy and stoned streets of ancient civilizations. Adjusting the front of your champagne colored button up silk blouse, you strolled through the different showcases of ancient Egyptian artifacts, the block heels of your boots clicking against the terrazzo floor as you walked about, all the while keeping a sharp eye and ear out for anything out of the ordinary.

You eventually stopped at one of the Sarcophaguses on display, your arms folded over your chest as you stared into the large lifeless eyes painted onto the carved resemblance of whoever once lied dead inside. A slight frown slowly made its way on your lips, syncing along with your scrunched nose as you let out a small huff of air. You had been so preoccupied with looking at what the museum had to offer that you had completely forgotten about why you came here in the first place. And the more you stared at the sarcophagus, at those lifeless painted eyes that expressed a bit too much enthusiasm despite the context, you could not help but begrudgingly think about your job back home and how much you needed a break from it. But fortunate for you, your thoughts of work were soon spared as the sudden feeling of someone knocking harshly into you brought you out of your daze. With widened eyes of surprise and annoyance, you turned around to glare at whatever unfortunate soul had risked their existence bumping into you, only to be faced with the top of someone's head of tousled dark brown curls of what looked like one of the museum's employees, judging from the name tag on his jacket, his body currently hunched over from the impact.

"Oh god! I am terribly sorry. Didn see where I was going." The man fumbled out in a quiet voice as he struggled to straighten up while balancing the boxes of merchandise in his hands, only to fail in the process as you watched three of the small figurines spill out from the edge of the cardboard box.

Without thinking, you reached out and caught them before they hit they ground, just before the employee reacted and attempted to grab them as well.

"So sorry! That's eh quite some reflexes you got there." The man muttered out another apology once he saw the figurines held carefully in your hands, straightening up to look at the person who just saved him a scolding from his manager. "Clumsy ole me wouldna have been able to-" Opening his mouth to issue you a thanks on his behalf, the man stopped like a deer in headlights once he saw your face, completely taken aback by your beauty and not being able to hold back the small wow that breathily escaped his parted lips.

“Who’s this.” Marc muttered to himself out in the depths of Steven’s mind, his reflection taking in the sight of you. You looked like you could have been a model, a painting even. And as much as he found you to be attractive, there was something different about you, something that bothered him at the back of his mind. It was as if you were concealing something. Malicious or not, he could not quite tell. But perhaps he was just making something out of nothing. After all, you were a complete stranger, a wealthy one, judging from your articles of clothing and the cashmere Burberry coat on your back, those things cost easily more than a thousand. Something about you gave off an aura of old money, and dare say, even royalty.

You quirked your brow in surprise with a blink of your eyes, your face cast downwards as you stared at the tile floors and wondered if your ears picked up on that right. Straightening your back, you decided to finally take a look at the mess of the man who could not even express his thoughts articulately nor walk in a direct manner, and instead were met with a pair of the deepest brown eyes. It was like looking into windows that overlooked the deepest and densest forest imaginable buried in the middle of fall, where all the leaves transformed into warm shades of browns, deep maroons, and copper. And yet, it was quite different to walking though that forest in the middle of the afternoon. No, his were darker, richer, resembling the quiet hour when day became dusk, and whatever was left of the sun setting over the horizon had instead slipped through the thin cracks between the thicket of trees in illuminant streaks, casting the ancient woods in a glow of the deepest golden amber.

Was he…..was he really just standing there staring at you?

“Steven, quit the staring.”

"Oh god." Steven briefly squeezed his eyes shut once you gave him a questioning look, his cheeks turning slightly red just from the glimpse he received of your eyes, eyes that he thought to be the most mesmerizing he had ever seen, filled with colors words could not describe. It was now he realized he might have stared just a moment too long at a complete stranger and wished the earth would swallow him alive. "Sorry...I eh.....didn see where I was going an uh-"

"..............No need to apologize." You sighed, giving the man a polite smile as you held up the gift shop figurines, your cold demeanor scarcely softening into a mixture of sympathy and pity. "Wouldn't want you to drop these."

"Yeh uh, thanks for that." The man clutched the boxes closer to his chest as he took another look at them. "That's uh-"

"Isis." You answered, the faintest smile on your face as you placed the figurines back in the box. "The Egyptian goddess of fertility, magic, healing and death."

Steven stared at you in wonder, enamored by the sound of your voice. It was warm and ethereal and even a bit husky; a combination of velvety and smokey, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa of the deepest and richest dark chocolate, with notes of caramel and cinnamon. In fact, the poor man was so caught up in your presence that he almost didn't take in a single word you had said.

“Steven…...”

“..........right. Isis yeh....goddess of magic. I eh....I see you're lookin at a sarcophagus. Pretty neat eh?'

“What are you doing? Steven.” Marc shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought the man was going to go on one of his endless rambles of Egyptology.

".....Lithos sarkophagos."

“Lithos what?”

"Sorry?" Steven furrowed his brows, not understanding a single word you said.

"Lithos sarkophagos." You turned back to face the display with a blank expression, your hand stuffed into the pocket of your black trousers while the fingers of your right hand absentmindedly played with the smooth coolness of your gold tetradrachm pendant. "You know, the original Greek term meaning flesh-eating stone."

"Right." Steven blinked in surprise, staggered by the fact that you knew such a small detail but more so that you were sharing it with a man such as him. And though he tried so hard to find a correct knowledgeable response to add in to your little bit of insight, Steven found himself unable to focus as he became captivated by your perfume which hung perfectly to your body. He almost couldn't describe it but you smelled of many things like burnt sage and herbs, that distinguishable scent of dragon's blood, a field of lilacs under a moonlit night, ancient amber, dark aged patchouli, toasted almonds, ghostly white musk and a hint of absinthe and spices like clove and cinnamon. Yet there was something else, another scent that he could not quite place a finger on, a scent that slightly overpowered and stood out from the rest; wisteria and deadly nightshade. You smelled absolutely divine, as if he had just stepped into one of those metaphysical shops and he could not help but be drawn to you, wanting to unravel the cloak of mystery that embodied you and get to know everything there was to know as to who you were.

“Steven wha-are you smelling her?”

Forcing himself out of his thoughts, Steven cleared his throat, eventually finding the words to say. "Right. Ehm because of eh...the limestone was thought to uh help with the decomposition of the bodies."

"You know your history. Not bad." You gave the man a smirk, amused at the way he blushed under your gaze. "What're you doing hauling merchandise around anyways? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, guiding the guests around the museum or something?"

"Oh uh..." Steven looked away bashfully, his eyes cast downwards as his face became almost unbearably hot, afraid to look into your eyes or else he would melt into a puddle right at your feet. Not only did he find your eyes to be beautiful and hypnotic, but they were even a bit intimidating, in a way where it felt as if you could see straight into his soul and pluck out his deepest darkest secrets. He could not figure out what it was about you that made him feel small, was it your heels or just your posture in general that made you appear much larger than everyone else around you. Or were you just intimidating in general?. “Oh um, I'm not the tour guide."

"You're not?" You turned to face him, your arms folded across your chest as you looked him over bemusedly.

"Nope." Steven gave you a smile of disappointment. "I'm afraid not."

"Hm. It's a shame really. I feel like you’d do a decent job. So, you got a name?"

“Pardon?”

“Your name. They still use names nowadays don't they, or is that like a thing of the past.”

“My-my name?” Steven stuttered as he unconsciously tightened his grip on the boxes, his veins appearing from beneath the skin of his hands in lines of faint teal, his entire form frozen in shock with the fact that you would even bother to ask for his name. Mostly everyone brushed it off and referred to him however they liked, but you, god, a woman of your league wanted to know his name, the name of Steven bloody Grant. The poor fellow began to question his reality, wondering if this was some sort of dream or if you were just toying with him.

“Christ Steven. Pull yourself together.”

"...........I'm eh Steven. Steven with a V. I eh...work at the gift shop."

Gods, you really did not know how to feel about this one. And yet, there was something about him.

"Steven." You let his name play on your tongue as if you were tasting a new flavor of a decadent dessert, not being able to help the devilish smirk that played itself upon your lips from the way he ever so slightly shuddered at the sound of you saying his name. You were enjoying this far too much for your own good, relishing in the way he was around you as if you had some hold over him. Truth was, Steven was completely bewitched by you since the moment he laid eyes on you, even though he so openly failed to hide it. He was a stark difference to most of the mortal men you had come across, many of them whom you thought to be foolishly bold for attempting to woo you much less approach you. Most of the time you just found them to be downright cocky and disgusting, a pathetic specimen of the male human species. But to see a man completely succumb to your very being and fold himself just by the direction of your gaze was enough to have you keen with interest and dare say, even aroused. "Hm, a bit basic really, but I suppose the name suits you. My friends call me Kate for short, that’s if I had any. But you can call me y/n."

“Did she just…….is she flirting?” Marc scrunched his nose, not sure whether you were flirting or being insulting at the same time.

"It's uh.....a pleasure to meet you y/n." Steven gave you a smile that paired almost pleasingly with the soft chuckle that followed it. "I'd eh shake your hand n all but I've got my hands quite full." His eyes followed your hands as you ran your perfectly manicured fingers delicately across your collarbone, your almond shaped fingernails grazing across the skin there before adjusting the collar of your blouse that lay unbuttoned at the top, coming to a close just at the top valley of your breasts. The man began to wonder how your hands felt, from the grooves of your knuckles down to the slenderness of your fingers that looked like they were carved by none other than Michelangelo himself. And as Steven pondered on the thought, he believed that your whole essence resembled one of the marble statues sculpted by the hands of Gian Lorenzo Bernini, from the arch of your brows, to the long curl of your thick lashes, to the hook of your nose, right down to the soft curves of your tinted lips. It was as if you were the most beautiful thing out of everything that sat in the museum. And as you moved your hand down to rest in the pocket of your coat, Steven caught the glint of the silver ring that nestled on your finger; a round moonstone in the middle with silver crescent moons on either side of the stone, wrapped around by silver vines that formed the band. “That’s uh….that’s a nice ring. Moonstone, is it?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, bringing your hand up to display the ring, the moonstone catching the light in hues of whites, pale azures, and periwinkles. “It’s my favorite stone.”

“So uh. You from around here?"

"Oof, what gave it away, my accent?" You let out a sarcastic tone with a playful roll of your eyes.

"I eh....I suppose so, you do have a bit of an accent there now that you mention it." Steven smiled shyly.

"Steven we have work to do."

"Well I guess you could say I’m a long ways from home. I’m originally from....Athens, but I live in Bordeaux."

"Oh. That must be nice, I’ve uh never been to Greece.” Steven ignored Marc with a tight jaw. “Just been in London my whole life really, I'm afraid. What uh, what made you move to France?"

"I work in Paris actually. I'm a curator of Greek Antiquities for the Louvre."

"Oh!” Steven widened his eyes upon hearing your profession, not being able to help the curiosity that overtook him as he wondered about how many old and ancient artifacts you had come across and handled with your own hands. "You're a curator? I had a bit of a hunch you were…a historian of some sort. That must be fun yeh? Being surrounded by relics belonging to civilizations much older than yourself."

“Okay, Steven, tone down the excitement yeah?”

Ha. Older than yourself. If only he knew.

"Riiight........yeah. Something like that." You gave a forced smile as you reflected on your age. "I work with a close friend of mine so....she helps keep me company during my day job."

"Day job? Do you like....have a separate job at night?"

"Sort of."

"Oh? What-what do you do?"

“You sure do ask a lot of questions, don’t you?” You squinted at him, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“Oh ehm…s-sorry I eh didn mean to-“ Steven stuttered as he tried to form an apology, thinking that he might have offended you in some way. Truth was, he was completely smitten with the shape of your lips. And the way they curled into a smirk was enough to get him weak in the knees.

“Relax, I’m just messing with ya.”

“Oh…um-“

“But yeah, you don’t wanna know.” You let out a short sarcastic laugh. "Besides, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Oh my god." Marc's voice echoed in Steven's mind. "Is she a str-"

"Stop it Marc." Steven hissed under his breath, his face turning the brightest shade of red at the thought that there was a possibility that was your choice of occupation at night.

You gave Steven a curious look at the way he just acted, your eyes carefully wandering over his form as if he were some puzzle that you had yet to solve, a challenge for you to piece together. This one was peculiar.

"No, of course he wouldn't believe you. What’re you gonna tell him, that you work in the land of the dead and keep an inventory of dead people and lead them on a hiking trail to the underworld? He'd think you were a lunatic." You heard someone else say, a sarcastic voice that you recognized all too well.

"You didn't hear that did you?" You casually glanced around in response, worried that the man in question suddenly appeared on Earth and that the mortals would see him and freak out like they had done many times before, a mess that you had to clean up. Your eyes darted between each person as you tried to find the owner of the voice only to see him nowhere in sight. He was in your head instead. You hated it when he did that.

“Wait…did she? No, that’s not possible.” Marc watched you carefully from the reflection of the glass case that held the Sarcophagus, his eyes intent on your face is if trying to figure you out. “……….Something’s not right about her. Steven-“

"Uh no. No, I didn't hear anything." Steven shook his head with the slightest panic, thinking for some reason that you somehow heard Marc as he eyed your expression curiously.

“Never mind. It was probably just some bug.”

“Did you just refer to me as an insect?!”

“Stay out of my head.” You hissed mentally, your jaw clenching at the fact that he had the nerve to come down to meddle in your affairs.

Steven tilted his head at you, confusion written in his eyes at your statement. “….sorry…a bug?”

“You’re wasting valuable time. Hurry up!”

“Stevie!” A blonde woman who looked to be his manager called out to him, her hands placed at her hips and an irritated expression on her face. “The bloody hell are you doing? Your job is to work at the register and sell merchandise yeh, not trouble the guests and talk their ears off.”

“Oh it’s okay, really. He’s not bothering me at all. ” You stepped in only to be ignored by the woman.

Did she just? Oh hells no.

“Ah ah ah. I know what you’re thinking. And as interesting it will be, DON’T.”

You rolled your eyes in disappointment, wishing you could use just one tiny little flick of your wrist.

“It’s..it’s Steven, not Stevie.” Steven replied with a tight lipped smile, nodding towards his name tag that was pinned on the front pocket of his gray jacket. “Says it right there.”

“Well I don’ care yeh. Now get over here an’ do your job instead of wastin’ company time.”

Huh. She didn’t even bother to get his name right. “Well.” You breathed out. “She seems like a fun bunch.”

“Sorry bout that.” Steven grimaced a tad bit. “Can’t really complain now can I. At least I get to work in a place like this one.” A sigh escaped Steven’s lips, his shoulders dropping as he let out an awkward chuckle, wishing you didn’t have to see that interaction with his boss. He wished he was able to stick around more, not just to be in your captivating presence but to also get to know you better. “Well uh, as much as I’d love to uh…..speak of ancient relics, I betta get going. It was eh…it was nice meeting you y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you as well Steven.” You gave a soft smile, watching him give you an awkward nod before heading off. The smile on your lips quickly disappeared after noticing someone step up beside you, recognizing that all too familiar and distinct cologne of pepper and spices, smoke, tobacco, aged leather, oak moss, cypress, opium, a slight hint of wolfsbane, and the sweet scent of pomegranates that lingered from being around his wife.

“Gods that was painful to watch, and I live in a place surrounded by dead people.” He spoke from beside you, his voice deep and toneless, much like his eyes of the deepest darkest burnt umber that pierced through the mortals around him. There were times you swore his irises were just black, darkened to a point where not even light could reach them.

“Well speak of the devil. Hades.” You turned to give the tall man a forced bitter grin.

“Hekate.” The man stared straight ahead at the sarcophagus just as you had done, his hands folded behind him as he lifted his chin. You had always thought Hades to be the handsomer of the gods, form his tall and strong frame to his his raven curls that fell down below his sharp jaw, to the dark angled brows that paired well with his dark and intimidating eyes and the small scar that ran down his brow. But of course, his appearance held no real significance to your feelings, he was your friend more than anything, no matter how many times he managed to vex you.

“You’ve got some balls coming down here and interrupting me in the middle of my work. Oh and also, please tell me you didn’t just appear here out of the blue in a puff of smoke like you usually do.”

“Oh please Hekate.” Hades rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Take the NOT out of the last statement and you’ll find yourself an honest man.”

“Enough with the sass Hekate.“

“Who? Me?” You scoffed, faking a offended expression, throwing your hands over your chest in a mocking manner before inspecting your nails. “You’re the drama. Not me.”

“Oh please. You practically wear that term as your crown.” Hades rolled his eyes, a bit fed up with your attitude despite having dealt with it for thousands of years.

“Shut up before I steal your wife.”

Hades widened his eyes at your statement. He knew you would never do such a thing. But it was the fact that you could get away with doing it if you ever decided to that made his face warm.

The two of you scowled at each other mid argument, your fists and your jaws clenched in synchronization and your eyes nearly blazing in flames until one of the humans bumped into you, causing you both to glare at the person. “Watch it!” You both hissed at the stranger the same time, watching him widen his eyes and scuttle away. With narrowed eyes and flared nostrils, you faced each other once more to resume your little quarrel.

“Don’t you have better things to do like, you know, pestering the dead instead of pestering me.“ You smiled sarcastically.

“I was just checking up on the situation at hand.”

“Sorry what? Situation at hand? You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

“You know what I speak of. The situation regarding the supernatural activity that was picked up.”

“Yeah yeah supernatural hocus pocus.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hekate-“ Hades hissed between his gritted teeth.

“Oh, you mean the job you specifically sent ME to do since it’s MY expertise. Don’t you trust me to do my own job? The same job that I have done since basically the dawn of the human species?”

“Well yes-“

“Then what?”

“The readings Hekate.”

“Yeah, I know that. Why do you think I’m here genius.”

“Then why were you making bedroom eyes.” Hades stared at you blankly, the lids of his eyes lowered to express his skepticism.

“I was not making bedroom eyes.” You scoffed with a sharp roll of your eyes.

“Then what in the pits of Tartarus was all that.” Hades gestured dramatically.

“Improvising.”

“Improvising?” Hades cocked his head back, his loose curls bouncing as he did so. “You were flirting with none other than a mortal. M-o-r-t-a-l. Mortal.”

“Yeah mortal, I get it. I know how to identify species considering I spend more time here than you. Look, Hades, I know what I’m doing, alright. I’ve been doing this for what, a couple thousands of years? Relax, I'm a big tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “Go get a cocktail or something. Clear your head, and let me do my job.”

“Then what does the mortal have to do with this?”

“Well I think he has SOMETHING to do with all this.”

Hades furrowed his thick dark angled brows at your statement before turning to look at Steven, watching the man who stood behind the counter nearly trip over himself as he fumbled with more boxes of merchandise.

“This is a joke right.”

“Nope.”

“You’re kidding.” Hades turned to you with a wtf expression, finding it hard to believe that a mortal such as him would hold any correlation to the supernatural activity that had been going on.

“I’m not.”

“Him?” Hades scrunched his nose as he regarded Steven with slight distaste. “But he’s so………………pathetic.”

“Even more to be suspicious about.” You looked over to observe Steven with Hades, returning the small wave he just sent you from behind the counter and watching the way his smile ever so slightly dropped after noticing Hades. “His energy is all off. I can feel it all around him.”

“Well you better be right about that.”

“Hey, when have I ever been wrong?”

“I’m aware.” Hades sighed as he turned back to you, his eyes darkening at a thought. “You’re my right hand Hekate, I trust your judgment. Zeus on the other hand, well, you know how he can be.”

“I know.” Your eyes darkened at the mention of Zeus, knowing well just how angry he can be at the smallest of mistakes and what it is like to be on the receiving end of that anger. You had been there before, and it is a place you would never like to experience ever again.

“The last thing we need is Zeus coming down here with that temper of his and making a mess of things.” Hades added.

“Tell me about it.”

“So what will you do?”

“I have a plan.” I think, you added to yourself.

“Remember.” Hades put his hand on your shoulder, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Do what you must.”

“No matter the cost.” You whispered back, your mind drawn to the cold metal of your dagger that sat concealed at your back as you watched Hades walk out the entrance of the building, his form disappearing out of sight. With pursed lips and thoughts of different strategies that filled your mind, you reached into your pocket to pull out your phone, your thumb hovering over the call button of one of your contacts as you contemplated your decision. Pressing the button, you lifted your phone to your ear, listening to the ringing until a woman’s voice answered on the other end. “Hey, Diana? I need a favor.”

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The partial eclispe

Part three of the eclispe series.

Rating: explicit 18+.

Word count: 6.4k!

Warnings: allusions to smut, a boner, and dirty talk!, mentions of child death, death, kissing, small mentions of insecurities, much angst!, fluff, Ra bullying the ennead, sad nailah, protective frank castle 👀,DID and IED depictions, more flashbacks!,starts off slow at first and then action starts to pick up, y'all might get pissed a bit at nailah, moonknight spoilers!, mentions of guns, and blood!, couple fight, Ra being HILARIOUS possible bad writing and mistakes cause I was tired, (LMK IF I MISSED ANY)

A/N: this took me a while to write, and i am so sorry!. I've been mentally exhausted due to testing, and other personal things, and i really do apologize for the pace of this one, it's like a filler episode, BUT STILL IMPORTANT, ANYWAY HAPPY READING AND I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!, and remember you are absolutely gorgeous just the way you are, and if you don't think so, well I do, my dms are always open for anyone. Stay weird sunbirds <3

"welcome back to egypt nailah",

she was going to fucking kill him...again. nailah pratically launched herself at marc who was now trying to get her off of him as she straddled his lower half now with her staff to his neck, but all marc did was smirk which seemed to be a bad idea because nailah snarled out at him, and punched him right in the nose. "FUCK YOU MARC" she just started to hit his chest while still sitting in his lap, he knew it was going to be hard for her, but he needed nailah no matter if she hated him forever or not. Marc caught her wrist in one hand, stopping her finally and nailah was pratically breathless now, panting like a dog. "I fucking hate you so much, you have NO IDEA MARC, NO FUCKING IDEA, i told you i never wanted to come back here, and you did the exact fucking opposite, ma-marc my bab-baby girl is stuck here forever" her voice was breaking into a thousand pieces, and the tears she shed fell onto Marc's bare chest. His heart broke for her, but his eyes couldn't stop staring at her, (she's gorgeous, tell her), steven, was marc jealous that Steven got to kiss her? Hell yes he was, and he wouldn't pass up the opportunity now even if she hated him. Nailah was trying to calm herself down, because she was very close to an incoming panic attack, but before she fully realized it, marc sat up with her hands still in his and kissed her.

He actually kissed with his bare chest pressed to her clothed one, the sun and the moon forming into a partial eclispe. Nailah was the first to pull away reluctantly, now breathing harder, panting practically as her eyes looked down into Marc's who was already staring at her. "I still hate you by the way, so don't get all cocky, but you look really pretty right now in the sunlight moonbeam" the nickname made Marc's face light up, and his hands now cupped her face gently, "nailah you don't have to forgive me, but-" he paused like he was looking for the right words, but nailah was kissing his hands, and wrist and it was making it really hard to think. "But, i can't do any of this without you okay?, i need my other half by my side and if that means you being mad at me for the rest of our lives then so be it, because I'd rather you be mad, then do this alone without you sunbird". Nailah wasn't saying anything back, all she did was nod after he finished talking, and was about to get off of him, but marc pulled her closer to him not letting her escape now with his arms wrapped around her body. "Marc we need to find harrow, we need to stop him we can't lay here, and do nothing, you wanted my help, you got it but I'm not doing whatever this is". Of course she was still mad at him, she had every right to be but marc wouldn't take no for an answer, not this time.

It was a few years after nailah banished herself from Egypt, and started hiding from marc but marc set out to find her, and he did in hell's kitchen new york. Marc had been tracking her actually, because one he needed her help, and two, the news, she was all over it. Nailah was now considered a vigilante along side new York's frank castle, the punisher and she was considered now to be the woman of war, the atom, the judge, and the manipulator, nailah had gone completely off the bloody rails. So he found her, pretty easily, actually even though it was night and she was- she was with frank castle. That twinge of jealousy was poking at him, and a snarl ripped its way from his mouth; jumping down from the roof and in front of the two, he wasn't expecting a warm welcome, but he definitely wasn't expecting having a gun, and a golden staff pointed at his face in pratical unison. He caught a glimpse of her in the moonlight and then she caught a glimpse of him, nailah was wearing her armor, the same armor she had when she woke up from the dead the first time, but something was different about this, it was darker, everything about her seemed somewhat darker. "Marc!?" Her voice was deeper, a bit ragid, rich, smooth, but rough like something had happened, something that changed her again. "It's been a while sunbird, and I know what you're gonna ask, I'm here because I need your help desperately", and maybe those weren't the right words because the self proclaimed punisher decided to finally step in and in front of nailah staring at marc with a very unsatisfied look.

"Look man I just need to talk to nailah alone, think you can let that happen for just 30 minutes?" Marc wasn't one to back down from a fight, and he guessed frank wasn't one either by the way he was circling marc. "So you're the marc spector I've been hearing so much about aye?, so uh you still crazy or what?" Marc was a little taken back at that and his eyes wondered to nailah who was just watching, but frank quickly blocked his view of her which caused his jaw to tighten and his entire body go tense. "You still murdering people then?" Marc pratically spat in his face and that caused nailah to step in only slightly so she could place a hand on Frank's shoulder, "yeah actually with mrs amir here of course, how's your imaginary god", marc was ready to fucking punch this guy in the face just for the way he was looking at nailah, but the way she was looking at him, made him feel uneasy. "He's good actually, how's your dead family", marc was then met with a nasty punch to his jaw, and multiple other blows that actually hurt, but it all stopped within a blink of his eye, and Frank was now agaisnt the wall of the alley way they were in and nailah was standing over both of them, eyes golden, and her staff in hand. "I think you two have had enough fun, don't you?, now I'm not going anywhere okay?" The men stood up at the same time, but frank was behind her as she stood in front of marc with an expression he couldn't quite read. "Leave marc, I'm not going with you, and I'm not leaving, especially now, i can't just drop everything and fucking leave when you demand it, now if it was osiris that would be very different", nailah was in his face now, but when she mentioned the god of the dead he felt another uneasy feeling shoot through his entire body.

"What do you mean? What happened nailah talk to me", marc was pleading now but before nailah got the chance, Frank spoke up, "she died pal, again and when she woke up she called your name, and since your mighty god ra abandoned her, osiris brought her back and became the voice in her head, so there you have it" Nailah's head hung low until she looked back up at marc and the words that came out of her mouth absolutely shattered his heart, "leave marc, I'm not ever coming back, i have frank and he's enough for me, so leave". He did leave and he never saw her again, not until recently. Not this time, "in the morning okay?, in the morning we fight and find, but right now please just stay", and stay is exactly what she did. It was around 8:00 pm at night when nailah walked out of the bathroom, her curls wet and already coiling on their own, just in one of Marc's shirts and underwear, and marc was already laying on the bed in just his boxers, "I'll take the chair, you can have the bed, i promise i won't be creepy and stare at you all night" marc abruptly stood from the bed motioning awkwardly to it, "no, marc it's fine let's share it okay? Don't need the mighty fist messing up his back" a dry chuckle came from both of them, as they at the same time slowly made their way onto the bed and underneath the sheets. "Is- umm, is steven okay?, it's a weird question to ask, but I'm curious, are you both okay?", marc turned over to face nailah, she was so beautiful, her features were those of the highest gods, like isis almost, like she was his isis, and he was her osiris, (mate you do know they were siblings right?), marc rolled his eyes at Steven's comment, okay they were the gods but without the sibling part of course.

"Yeah we are now" he reached his hand up to move a hair from her face with a small smile attached to his own face, "are you okay? Though nailah?", nailah shook her head yes and then unexpectedly pulled marc into a fiery kiss, and then pulled away gently with another smile, "you know when this is all over maybe you and frank can have a proper introduction, you'd like him if you got to know him, plus he helped me when billy killed me" she plopped back onto the bed after now laying on her back with a sigh falling from her lips. This was the silence she liked, the comfortable silence, but it didn't stay silent for long as marc slowly climbed on top of her, "do you want this?, us? Because if not tell me right now before it progresses, please sunbird". "I do, i want this, i want us marc" she pratically whimpered as marc laid his forehead agaisnt hers gently, "good, because we might be up all night" and with a signature marc smirk he dissapeared beneath the sheets. The Egyptian sun was almost always crucial, but as he ran the roofs of the lower street houses all that was running through his mind was finding harrow, and he hoped nailah was having better luck than he was now that he ran upon some men. "What are we doing, are we dancing now?" The three men started coming at marc super fast, and all he said was, "oh wow".

Nailah on the other hand was in the streets keeping a look out on anyone who could be a follower of harrow, but that's when she saw the guys marc were supposed to be tracking, and then marc in a cab?, "damnit steven" nailah whispered under her breath, and then started to loosely follow marc and the other men. She trailed behind waiting at the perfect moment to hop, and lucky for her marc hadn't seen her yet. She followed them all the way to a cliff, "marc don't" nailah finally called out as he brought the kid to the edge, but it was too late, "praise ammit" and it was too late, nor nailah or marc was able to stop the kid from falling to his death. "This is exactly why I didn't want to come back, god you never stop do you?, he was a fucking kid" she gritted out, but all marc could do was let out a tense sigh, "you know what forget it, what's he saying" nailah motioned towards khonshu keeping her face stone cold when khonshu appeared to her as well,"What about the ennead exactly khonshu? They don't know what!?". Khonshu always spoke bluntly but right now it felt as if it was heavily intensified, "the ennead doesn't know about Ra's avatar aka you, Ra kept all of his avatars secrets from the ennead afraid they'd abuse their power, I only knew because you and marc were freakishly connected, but you have to be there, you have to have his back during it, and present yourself as the fist, Ra will help you through it", nailah quite literally stood there with wide eyes and a extremely tense figure now her head was spinning, and she was spiraling, and- and she was afriad, terrified now even but her eyes drifted to marc and all that came out of her mouth was a stone cold, "okay".

Khonshu sent a message a pretty straightforward message to the ennead altering the day light sky and in the process creating a crescent moon as nailah and marc descended into the alley ways of egypt. "Let marc go in first, and then you a few minutes after" all nailah did was nod, but marc actually spoke, "where will you be?" And khonshu answered almost like he was smirking even if he couldn't physically, "I'll be there". Marc walks in as the portal, door thingy opens all by itself but not before he takes one look at nailah who was already looking at him, "good luck moonbeam" she whispered out towards him, and a hefty sigh followed right after. "Protect him in there please nailah, he will fight my control, just don't let him get hurt" khonshu appeared next to her as she stood near where the door had appeared, "I won't let him get hurt, but Ra hasn't spoken to me in years khonshu, I doubt he'd start now", the door opened and nailah breathed in through her nose closing her eyes before hearing khonshu's voice fading, "you'd be suprised eclispe". Marc had walked through the mirrored halls with tense steps, "i can't believe it we're inside the pyrmiad of giza" marc looked towards the mirror hearing steven let out a excited phrase and finally came upon the grand room. It was absolutely breathtaking; entire place candlelit, and a warm glow illuminating the entire space as black statues of the gods adorned each corner raised above a brick space with brick stairs leading up to each statue, and he thought to himself, what the absolute fuck was he getting himself into.

The trial had started 4 minutes ago, the gods hathor, horus, isis, tefnut, and osiris were all there in attendance pratically looking down at marc as nailah entered the ancient pyramid, and she watched as all the avatars eyes lit up signaling the gods were now present, and they were all staring at marc until she entered in front of all of them and now every single eye was on her. "Who are you, and how did you get in here" it was isis who had called out to her, but osiris held his hand out towards the goddess, because even though he was here on strictly business, he knew nailah and would never put her in harms way. "Let her speak" hathor called out and nailah's searched frantically around the room till they landed on him and her heart literally fluttered, he looked so gorgeous in this light. "Speak mortal" tefnut yelled out at nailah, who let out a deep breath, "I come on behalf of the father god Ra". The gods literally laughed all of them did expect osiris, "how can you be so sure? The mighty one never had an avatar, prove it, the avatar of Ra is said to have golden eyes, the color of the sun, show yourself Ra through your avatar" tefnut yelled out and nailah's eye fell to Marc's or who was khonshu who tensely nodded at her, letting her know it was okay, she was okay. Stepping out into better light, and letting the candles illuminate her entire being, "take your time nailah, whenever your ready" osiris spoke out, and then it happened she deeply inhaled and then her eyes; that molten gold color. She could hear the gods all gasp, but it was like she wasn't in control of her own body, someone, or something else was.

"YOU KNOW ME BY MY NAME, FOR I AM RA, AND WE ARE ONE", nailah yelled out, her voice alarmingly serious as she involuntarily descended the steps to where marc was. "Why did you never tell us about your avatar?" It was horus who called out towards her, or Ra? At this point nailah was extremely confused. "BECAUSE IT WAS NEVER ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS THATS WHY AND YOU GODS WOULD HAVE ABUSED THE POWER AND I WOULDN'T ALLOW IT", nailah let a little smirk form at the corner of her mouth, she could get used to telling the gods off, and apparently by the looks of it Marc could as well. "Nailah wasn't the first, her bloodline has always been my avatars and I've always protected them until their time was up, but she's different, and if you don't hear khonshu out we will have many more issues than me not telling you about my avatars legacy" what the absolute fuck. Nailah was internally freaking out, her parents were avatars..her baby would've been- holy fuck. She didn't even hear what khonshu was saying, fully allowing Ra to control the reigns now, that was until arthur walked in and now- now she was fucking alert, both of them were. Arthur started talking, but all nailah could see was pure firey red, she was fucking pissed, and then he started saying stuff about marc, and marc was now on his knees so nailah decided to step in, overpowering Ra's control she walked up to Arthur with dark eyes that just screamed, try it. Nailah landed one hard punch right along Arthur's jaw causing him to fall to the floor and make all the other gods stand up, but she could hear it, hear the (good job eclipse) he was talking to her again and it made a tiny proud smile show on her face.

"Are you just going to let her do this?" Arthur called out and nailah was ready to go at it again, but a soft hand caught her shoulder, marc. "We can't do much to stop her, we don't have that kind of power over the creator god, but we do over khonshu who is prohibited to ever control the sky again, if he does, he knows the consequences", nailah scowled and now it was her turn to give these gods a fucking talking too. "You are all fucking cowards, this earth can handle a few sky changes, you all know it's been through much worse, and you're going to punish one god?, one person?, if you fucking hurt them, then you'll have to deal with not just me, but Ra as well". She could see the proud smile on osiris's avatar and then the gods left and she got the fuck out of there with marc hot on her heels. "What the hell was that?" Marc yelled out from a distant, now he was pratically running and when he did catch up nailah and grab her wrist she turned around with a very angry look on her face. The anger nailah was filling was making her dizzy and it felt as if the entire world was spinning on its left side at a very slow pace but she was too angry to actually give a shit about it, way too angry. "Please talk to me, please" marc was now begging almost on his knees, but all nailah could hear was, (do it yourself, he will end up getting hurt, all of them, you have the power to do this yourself eclispe), Ra was talking to her again and she was begining to miss the quiet. "I- marc- I'm not doing this with you anymore, I'm- that was it- my last straw, because I can't screw up with Ra again, now I know my dad was also an avatar, I'm not tarnshing this legacy, loose my number okay?, goodbye marc".

He stood there watching her walk away,his shoulders slumping with dissapointment and sadness as he just watched her completely walk away from him, "until we meet again" marc murmured quietly and went the opposite direction, his back now to hers. Night had fallen now, marc had ran into layla, it was all just going incredibly wrong but he had to stay focused on the mission, he wasn't going to let harrow win. Layla apparently knew this People. It was almost like a jousting ring, at least that's what he assumed, and it seemed to be the head of all of this was preoccupied until layla and him walked up, and he moved out of the way only for marc to see, "nailah" layla had called out her name, but marc just stood still now staring daggers at the women who had beat them here. "Layla, and hmm, marc" she was monotone mentioning him, but her entire demeanor changed when the man turned back to her, fucking gods he was flirting with, taking in the sight of her body marc got to see not only but two days ago, and his jaw clenched so tightly he felt as if it would break. "This lovely woman here has been a absolute angel, got to talk to her all day, hoping to take her to dinner tonight, and maybe more after" the man winked at nailah who returned the flirtation, but marc read her like an open fucking book, she was not comfortable at all and marc wanted was to punch that smug smile off of mogarts face, but first he needed to get that damn map, and it seemed nailah was just that much closer than he was, almost like she was taunting him, and marc wanted nothing more than to just fucking take her somewhere private and fuck the absolute shit out of her until neither of them could stand.

(Focus eclispe, quit looking at the knight and get the map), Ra was demanding, and nailah understood why, but holy fuck it was like a nat constantly buzzing in her head, dont get her wrong she was thrilled that he was talking to her now, but holy shit he was like an excited motormouth kid. Nailah nodded to herself as they walked towards the structure holding the maps, and she caught marc's eye and nailah nodded towards him before smirking a bit and pulling Mogart towards, signaling for marc to get the map. Nailah was fucking uncomfortable, and she could tell layla was trying to get some of the attention off of her, and nailah really wanted to help, but their attention turned to marc now who just got finished talking with steven, and multiple guys pulled their guns on him. All of the sudden marc and nailah both had guns in their hands, "nailah, sunflower please" mogarts tone was mockingly annoying to nailah's ears, so in return she just stepped closer with the gun pressed at him. They had to give the guns up, and marc now was on his knees, which he didn't look bad at all on his knees, maybe he'd do that for- (holy pharaohs, focus eclispe please, summon the suit, or they will kill you all, and oh look there's harrow), Ra practically snarled out the name causing her eyes to flash gold, shit was about to go down. Now brought into the middle of the structure with their hands up and guns being pointed at them, but then chaos ensued of course which let nailah and marc both slip away pretty easily. Marc pulled nailah close to him, practically squishing her against him, but his face was dead serious as he stared at her.

"We need to go help layla" nailah whispered, as she tried to wrestle away from his grasp, "fine, but after we need to fucking talk, and I mean it nailah, if i have too i will tie you down", a taunting smirk curled onto nailah's face when it said the last few words and her eyebrow cocked up, "oh really? You'll have to catch me first pretty boy" nailah purred out, and he quite literally swore to khonshu his knees almost buckled at her words, and now he had to think about gross things to keep himself steady. "You ready?, cause I've been itching to punch something" and with a nod of conformation marc went out first on top of the golden, glass pyramid. "Where did they go!?" The men around layla yelled out, and there was moonknight on top of the pyramid looking down at the group, but nailah, nailah walked in with her armorer on, glowing golden eyes. Extending her hand out, allowing the staff to materialize with a smirk on her face, and then the fight ensued. 5 minutes into the fight nailah had lost sight of layla, she had been keeping an eye on her just to make sure she didn't get hurt, but that's when it happened, one second marc was fighting a guy then it was, it was Steven. Nailah faltered seeing steven again which in turn allowed mogart to impale her with his joustimg stick. She fell to her knees with a loud grunt, and when she looked up she saw marc with mulitple jousting sticks sticking out of him, and then her eyes fell to layla, "no, no, no," she whispered; marc screamed, and that was enough for nailah to stand and pull the stick out, but marc was faster and saved layla. "Nailah behind you!" Layla yelled out as one of the last guys standing ran up behind her, which was not wise to do because nailah was pissed enough as it is, so without even moving nailah swung her arm back and killed the guy impaling him with her staff and harshly pulling it out.

She didn't say anything as she walked past them, didn't say anything as she got into the car hearing them argue, one because she didn't want to listen, and two, (we need to get to the tomb, we don't have time for this eclispe, they can not come or they will die), nailah wanted to hit her head so hard the voices would just go away, she missed the silence, she really did. "Nailah! Come on we need to hurry" layla gently waved her hand in front of nailah's face who seemed to have zoned out, but finally snapped out of her trance looking at layla with tired eyes. Her eyes carried heavy bags, and her light brown eyes darkened with the starry night sky, "are you okay nailah?", she thought it was sweet that layla actually cared, but besides telling her the truth all she did was nod her head and hop out of the jeep. They were talking again, layla and marc, and again nailah wasn't listening her mind wandered elsewhere once more, she just couldn't seem to focus with this bad feeling of impending doom, it happened before she became the fist of ra, it happened before billy russo killed her, and now it was happening again. Her chest felt tight, and her head was sloshy almost, she was nauseous and felt like she could collaspe any second, but what calmed her nerves was the beautifully cold Egyptian desert air, it hit her everywhere. Starting at the back of her thighs, since now she was wearing tan baggy cargo pants that allowed her to feel the air, and it traveled up to her arms that were on display now that she had changed into a tight short sleeved black tee, nailah never really liked showing her arms, I mean sure it was normal to have stretch marks especially since she carried alot of muscle on her arms, but- okay nevermind she needed to get out of her head and focus on the air moving, an air she could control if she really wanted to.

Ma- steven was now finsihed with the map, quite literally making it into a star map, it was khonshu's voice that pulled her out of her zoned out trance. "I remember that night, I remember every (k)night" Khonshu called out to the three of them, and nailah was the first to follow, not even bothering to look at steven and layla, but steven was staring at her...- with heavily concerned eyes, but he needed to focus, hopefully after all of this he could actually have a chat with her, and layla both. Steven stood next to khonshu now with the girls behind the both of them, "I can turn back the night sky" khonshu sounded almost sullen, I mean he always sort of did, but this was a greater sullen than before, "but how" steven asked aloud, and nailah was now wondering the same thing because she remembered what the gods said they were going to do if khonshu messed with the sky again, and it worried her greatly, but there wasn't anything she could do now, unless Ra was willing to help. "It will come at a cost and, I cannot do it alone. Steven, when the gods imprison me, tell marc to free me" khonshu lifted his hand to the night sky as Steven's suit engulfed him and his hands reaced up along with the gods. It was absolutely breathtaking, the cold Egyptian sky now lit with brilliant purple colors, and flashes of white lights as the stars moved along a sort of axis like how the earth spun. Nailah was absolutely mesmerized, she felt like she could just reach up and touch the night sky, and so she lifted her hand, and her suit decided to engulf her, and for the first time in a long time Ra showed himself to the four of them helping khonshu, and Steven hold the sky in place.

Thats when khonshu began fading, practically turning into dust, but- but then Ra began to fade, not like how khonshu faded it was more of a, him turning transparent, and inevitably invisible. Steven's mask dissapeared off of his face, but nailah still felt the power surging through her. The gods had entrapped khonshu, and managed to somehow keep Ra from presenting him, only they couldn't contain his power. The light show had stopped and Steven just collapsed into the sand; Layla and nailah immediately were by his side. "Marc", "steven" layla and nailah both called out at the same time, oddly enough nailah called out for marc, while layla practically whispered Steven's name, both women staring up at each other in total panic, and then there were gun shots. Nailah was quick to jump in front of Layla shielding her from the bullets until they were both, and steven too were sent rolling down the sand dune, luckily enough it was right by the jeep they had used beforehand. Nailah hit her fucking head on the wheel of the jeep, pretty fucking hard too since it caused her to pass out, and now she understood why marc wore the mask. Layla was the one who managed to fight off arthurs men all by herself, and nailah took note of this when she woke up sometime after steven did, she was going to say something but her mind stopped her before she could, and again was now focused on what they truly came for even if the impending doom feeling was still there. It took the rest of the night, but finally the three had made it to the tomb, and while layla and Steven were..flirting?, (is that what that is?, its absolute pathetic) the voice in her head startled her, she didn't expect ra to still be able to talk too her and all that, but damn was she happy right now for it.

"If you two could stop flirting, and hurry up that would be lovely" nailah gritted out after seeing them kiss, was she jealous, no absolute not, just umm- yeah okay she was jealous fuck off. "Do you need a harness?" Bless layla for actually caring to ask, but all in all it made her smirk a bit, "oh no curls, I'll be peachy, see you inside". She showed off for sure, jumping straight down the hole and into a "superhero" pose with the biggest smirk on her face as the others followed, poor steven practically fell down the hole. "Come on we can't waste daylight" nailah whispered as they ventured into the tomb. While Steven and layla went one way, nailah ventured off without warning and went a different way then the other two, (wait, wait why are you doing this eclispe, they're going to get killed), gods she really wished Ra would make up his mind. "Oh now you want to fucking help them?, hmm, no, you strictly said to do this my way, or else they do die, so that's exactly what I'm going to do" nailah was fuming, every part of her body felt like cold fire right down to the blood streaming in her body. That's when she heard it, a scream, a crash, and something else, but then as she approached the source of the sound in an overspread of darkness, she was met with an ugly creature that launced itself right at her. She heard another loud yell as the monster on top of her got even closer to her face. Another crash, "fuck this" nailah growled, her eyes flickering gold, and a ray of beautiful, almost blinding bright light erupted from her hand, killing the zombie protector, and she ran. Steven on the other hand made it to the literal tomb, a literal tomb!, "I can't believe this is actually happening" Steven whisper yelled with a smile on his face. He reached the tomb carefully stepping on the stones as he made his way over. "So you kissed her?, both of them actually, did you like it?" Marc. Steven frowned slightly at the voice of the other, "yeah, I did like it actually, but that's not important right now innit?" Steven pushed the heavy sarcophagus lid aside, and as he looked inside his breath caught in his throat, "holy shit, I think we just found the lost tomb of alexander the great".

Nailah ran as fast as she fucking could to whatever she was hearing, but she stopped once she saw, harrow, harrow was standing right across from her on a seprate part of the tomb, divided by a huge hole, and apparently he saw her too. "Nailah amir, eclispe, the woman of war, the manipulator, the sunbird" Arthur called out, and nailah's hand immediately whipped out and her golden staff materialized itself, "don't you fucking call me that" nailah was angry, pissed, and fuming with fire. "What do you want harrow, I swear to the gods if you hurt any of them, I will make you beg for fucking mercy" her eyes flickered golden as she stared at the man in front of her. "Oh, I won't do anything, they'll do that themselves, I just got finished talking to the lovely layla, you should probably go check on them, but be warned nailah I will get what I want" Arthur's voice never wavered, and that just ticked her off. So she brought Arthur to his knees right in front of her, given she gracefully jumped to the other side, and now she was the one looking down upon harrow with her staff right under his chin. "No, you be warned harrow, you can hurt me, kill me even, I don't give a fuck what happens to me, but if you hurt her, or him, I will make you beg" nailah snarled out and landed a punch on his jaw before running to find layla and Steven. Nailah walked in right as marc began to front once more, so she stayed back, stayed behind the sarcophagus, "layla we need to go now, harrow's on his way here" nailah butted in quietly, and timid like, but that seemed to just piss Layla off some more and she pointed a finger right at nailah making nailah take a few steps back. "Layla please, we don't have time" nailah pleaded with the woman who was now stalking closer too her, "you knew didn't you, you knew, and you helped him bring a killer right towards my father" layla was angry and nailah understood, she did, but "and if we don't leave now layla we, WE are bringing a killer right too us", and that's exactly what happened. Harrow walked right through the entrance with his other cult men, and that caused marc and nailah both to stand side by side once again. Nailah clad in Ra's gifted armor, her staff materializing in her hand, while marc stood, tense in his normal, mundane clothes; two sides of one coin.

"You know I do have to thank all of you, for leading me right here, I truly owe you" nailah's eyes flickered gold and pratically stood in front of marc using her body as a shield. "Always the shield nailah, don't you ever get tired of it?" Without missing a beat, right after harrow spoke, nailah threw her staff straight at three of harrow's men, killing them, making nailah smirk at harrow, as marc hacked into Arthur's men with the axe he took from Alexander the greats tomb. Shit, shit, shit, nailah was frantically searching for layla, and at the same time nailah's eyes found her, another one of harrow's men found her too, "don't you fucking dare" nailah growled, and jumped up onto the mans shoulders using her literal thighs to snap his neck. Landing on her feet in front of marc, who was giving her a very intresting look, but she, she had that feeling again, the impending doom feeling, and instead of using that feeling to kill arthur harrow she used it to say three words to marc, right here, right now, "I love you" nailah whispered just loud enough to where he could hear it, before she turned around to see harrow..harrow with a gun. One loud shot rang in her ears, "marc.." she fell quiet, the bullet didn't hit her, it hit him, it, it hit him. No, no, no,..nailah wanted to scream, but she was frozen in place, and then another shot rang out, this time she saw it hit marc right in the chest. "NOO" nailah screamed. Her eyes flickered golden, she frantically searched for her staff until she looked up and, Arthur had it, he threw it, and nailah felt it, blood poured out of her mouth and it was all painted black like a beautiful vincent van gogh painting and maybe she should've listened to the gut feeling.

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[cinderellana]

𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒔

Steven Grant x Original Character

SUMMARY: Steven took out his girlfriend to shop for mugs. Fluff ensues.

PAIRINGS: Steven Grant x Female Original Character

WORD COUNT: 1320

WARNINGS: none

Description of OC: Valeria Galvez, Black and Hispanic, 178 cm.

“Val, lookit this one!”

Valeria puts down the red and gold mug she was inspecting down onto a table and glances at the one Steven points at.

Of course, another ancient Egyptian print mug. This one has Horus as the center of attention and random hieroglyphics plastered all over the black background. She had to admit this one was actually kinda cool.

“Tacky. Put it away.” She told him with an amused smirk. Still it impresses her how many different ancient Egyptian-esque mugs he could find. (It’s 8)

He chuckles as he puts it back in its place and continues browsing around. A low whistle can be heard from his side a few minutes later as he grabs another Anubis printed mug.

For context, yes, they’re mug shopping.

Surprise surprise, walking with both eyes glued to a new ancient Egyptian history book while holding a hot mug of coffee was not a good combination! The blap and crash can be heard all the way to the loo and Val didn’t even have the chance to check if her ass was wiped because she jumped so fast to see what happened. What happened was just as imagined.

Steven, the clumsy idiot, tripped and there she found him, face planted, glasses and book tossed aside, favorite mug in smithereens. And as a cherry on top, his fingers burnt. Might as well burnt his ears too as he listens to Val’s stern reprimands while she iced his reddening fingers.

“That was my favorite, actually.” He sulked, hair askew and face sullen.

“I know, you should've been more careful then.“ her tone was sharp, but said without any real anger in them. She blew on his burnt patches even though she knew the ice will do the job, so it’s just for good measure. Or maybe she just wants a good reason to hold and inspect the calluses on his pretty hand.

Steven was silent for a moment, (not so) sneakily admiring Val’s beautiful side profile and letting his thoughts settle on how gentle she’s handling his wound despite her harsh tone. A plan formed in his head. Finally, he piped up.

“What time do you get off tomorrow, love?”

“Hm? The usual shit, around 5-ish. Why?”

Thus a mug shopping (date) to take place the next day was proposed and accepted. He picked her up at the library after his shift as a museum gift shop-ist ended. Here they are now in a mug shop, located right beside the paperweight shop Steven frequents. It's not that big but it sells a hella bunch of mugs, as people expect from a shop that sells mugs.

Some sort of fuckin thrift store for mugs heh, Valeria chuckles to herself. He might actually have a knack for finding these types of places.

The shopping trip that was supposed to be an 8 minutes get and go, now becomes some sort of show and tell. Steven excitedly does both work with childlike jokes and glee. As a bonus content (he said) he explains who and which gods are displayed on each mugs he found and the baffling misinterpretation of them. How a single ceramic mug with Anubis art but the name “Ra” painted above it had insulted him beyond relief.

In her perusal, Val’s eyes land for a few seconds at a mug with a smiling hallmark teddy bear hugging a valentine heart. She mindlessly reaches for it, and frowns once she reads the cheesy inscription on the heart. She gagged when she realized it's part of a couples mug, and an identical one with a different colored smiley bear sits beside it. She puts it back with a look of utter disdain.

No shade for people who like those things, but couples stuff gives her the ick. Been there, done that.

Her relationship with Steven is out of the question. So don’t ask.

“Oh!” Steven’s exclamation caught her attention.

“Found one you like?” She walked towards him and leaned on a rack, staring at an old mug in his grasp.

He eyed the mug in wonder, eyebrows close knit, an expression usually reserved to when he’s deep in thought. “Yea, this little bugger caught my eye a bit. You see this?” He points at the art plastered on the mug, featuring an old man and a child surrounded by a green jungle, a promotional art that looks like something out of an adventure series aimed for kids. She nods.

“I don’t remember what series or movie this one is about, but I just think it’s ringing a bell. It's like my brain recognizes it but… it doesn’t at the same time.” He contemplates for a while as he stares at the mug, tongue in his cheek.

“Huh.” He concludes.

She eyed him, gears slowly turning in her head and decided to probe him a little further. “Maybe you watched one of the reruns back home? Or… a memory from your childhood?” She asked in a casual manner even though she knows damn well this is a thin line Marc warns and forbids her to cross.

Fuck Marc.

Unfortunately, (fortunately?) she didn’t get anything important out of him as he thoughtlessly answered, “Yeah, yeah, probably one of the two.” With his eyes still stuck on the mug, he hesitatingly puts it back on the rack with the other vintage mugs.

With his thoughts still distracted by the familiar mug, He checks his watch. “Oh deary me, I’m so sorry for keeping you here for so long, Valley. I’ll just get whichever looks nice and be done with it.”

“No. No, baby, you have to get a good one. You loved the damn mug as much as you love that new book you got yesterday, so you gotta at least get something as nice as that, yeah?” She turned and looked around again. Her hand started busy pulling out several mugs that look identical to the former favorite. None of them were approved by Steven. The sweet man did try his best to look like he liked them though, just to appease Val. It didn’t.

When all seems lost, Steven finally found something. He shyly tugs at the sleeve of her jacket to get her attention.

“What about this one?”

She peered into the chosen mug, it’s a soft shade of blue and has a smiling black cat looking to the right on it. With a white heart as an extra decoration.

It doesn’t have any similarities with the old one, size, color and all. So Val eyes him questioningly, what is this?

But then Steven grabs another one off the rack and shows it to her. A similar blue shade, but with a white cat looking to its left.

It's a couple’s mug. When combined, the cats on both mugs look like they’re kissing.

And it’s abso-fuckin-lutely cheesy.

She tilted her head back, snorted and laughed heartily once she put the two and two together. Can’t believe this is happening.

“Aww come on now. At least consider it? They look nice yea? Lookit them!” The man proudly bumped the two mugs showcasing the kissing cat. “Little lovebirds they are.” He gushed, seemingly smitten with the mugs. His dark eyes glimmering with hope as he waits for his beloved’s approval.

The things she’d do for this man.

She knew how down bad she was for Steven Grant right after she decided to put a spare toothbrush on his sink, but still, it surprises her from time to time.

She stepped forward to close their distance, pushed aside the ridiculous mugs, and leaned down to peck his dumb (often creased) forehead. Her dark red lipstick stain was visible once she pulled back. “Let’s go pay for this.” She didn’t give him a chance to pull out his wallet.

The mugs!

a/n it’s been a while since I post a fanfiction. So enjoy :)

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[jennahbreakers]

MoonKnight request is up on Ao3 for my request series!

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[little-cereal-draws]

The romcom sequel to Moon Knight we've all been waiting for!

Sometimes it's hard sharing a body with someone. Especially when you're both in love with the same woman... and your friend has a crush on you... and you're an ex-superhero

aka the fic where Steven likes Layla and Layla likes Steven, but Marc likes Laya but also a new mystery person, an old friend returns with a crush of his own while also catching the eye of a man who barely exists

#i'm so excited to write this #it's going to be chaos #my fics #marvel #mcu #moon knight #mk #moon knight fic #moon knight 2022 #moon knight fluff #steven grant #marc spector #layla el faouly #jean paul duchamp #marc x layla #steven x layla #frenchie x marc #frenchie x jake #marc x female oc #Jake lockley

[terracottaheart26]

Ya Amar

Chapter 3

Pairings : Marc Spector x Female!oc, Steven Grant xFemale!oc, Jake Lockleyx Female!oc

Genre: Fluff (angst and smut later on)

Summary: About 6 years ago, Marc Spector had a small whirlwind romance fling with a young woman after leaving home, though he fears attachment and leaves her behind. When he finally meets her again after 6 years, with a few surprises, could he bear to face her and reveal his truth?

Kid……kids……his kids? Marc couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know how to react. Terra had sat there, a little tense herself, waiting to see what he would do. He breathed a little faster, hands tense on his lap. It looked like he was close to crying, maybe close to screaming. Then just every so softly she placed her hand atop of his.

“Marc, breathe, it’s okay……”

Marc took a breath, the others in the headspace listening in,waiting to see what would happen. So they sat there a bit, her hand closed around his while he relaxed and finally held onto her own hand. Not too strongly but enough that she knew he was going to be okay. It gave her some peace of mind.

“Look…..I’m sorry….I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…..” she starts with a soft sigh. “Well, honestly, I couldn’t even find you after you left, you didn’t give me anything other than your name” Terra gives a lighthearted laugh. Watching her babies play and mold things out of the dirt and sand from the ground. It had been close to six years but she wouldn’t trade all the hardships for the world. Their laughter the one thing that made her day.

Marc staying silent.

“Listen, you don’t have to do anything.”

That shocked him. What did she say? Was she saying he wouldn’t be able to handle this news? Handle their kids? Huh……

“Marc, you have children! They’re adorable! No wonder that boy looked familiar, he reminds me of…..of Randall”

“Marc, I’m not saying you won’t be able to care for them…” Did she read his mind? “Far from it! And you seem like you’d be good with them..” If he could have a chance maybe? “In no way I’d want you to have to be all ‘I need to be a father and do my part’ kind of deal”

Jake was wary of Terra, how she seemed to rush into inviting them over, but seeing how she got every single thought and insecurity right was actually interesting to watch. At least from the reflection anyway. It was amusing to watch Steven hang on her every word. Not like he wasn’t paying attention too. Just making sure for Marc’s sake that she was as she said she was.

“Marc…..I just…..” Terra looks over at the two kids, and deciding to calm the situation. “The girl, her name is Leia and the boy is Luke….I know I know, I’m a Star Wars nerd, sorry” That got a chuckle out of him at the very least. “Leia is so much like you, super passionate, has a lot of energy, she’s the oldest of the two. Luke is the younger one by two minutes, but he’s super aware, likes to build things. Both super adventurous”

Marc sniffles a bit, red round his eyes. Siblings. That sounded so much like his own childhood he’d lost so long ago. He could see the shine in their eyes, so much like Randall. The brother he’d lost so long ago. He’d felt soft hands cradle his face, wanting to fight it, walk away from showing any emotion, but he’d slowly let her turn his head towards her own. Forehead resting against his.

“Marc, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” she insists, using her thumbs to wipe away the stray tears that had fallen and giving him a soft smile in return. “If anything, if you want, you can be a part of their lives……I just don’t wanna force you to be with me, you probably have a life all your own me I don’t wanna make you drop everything”

“Why are you crying mister?”

Marc sniffles, wiping his tears with his hand and finding the small child, Leia, gazing up at him. No longer in a defensive stance like the other day, but with curiosity and empathy. Her small hand raised up with a small daisy. “Please don’t cry”

“Baby, he’s just feeling some emotions, he’ll be okay.” Terra defends, knowing how empathetic the twins were. And just as she finished, she spotted Luke wiping his hands on his shorts, and grabbing a set of tissues from his pocket. Walking over to hand them over to Marc.

“Here mister, this wipe them away” Luke says quietly with small smile. Opening the packet and raising up on tippy toes to dry the tears that had stained Marc’s cheeks.

Leia ever observant, looked at her mother with concern. “Mommy? Is this a friend of yours?”

What could she say? Yes she knew him, but her children weren’t one to ask questions unless they were really curious about something. At least they could read the room. “Well, this is Marc, he’s a long time friend of mommy’s, we just haven’t seen each other in a while”

Marc was glad that was what she was going with for now. It hurt a bit she didn’t tell them straight out, but hearing Steven’s voice in the headspace. ‘It’d confuse them! Let’s be patient for now mate! That’d be the best option’ ‘I kinda agree amigo, we can wait a bit’

“Hi, I’m Marc, nice to meet you” he hated his croaky voice, he must look awful as he felt the sting in his eyes. But they accepted his hand. Leia giving a huge grin, missing a front tooth. Luke was wary but gives a handshake back with a smile of his own.

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It was only a few hours after that he left. Seeing their small hands wave goodbye from the front door. Marc let Steven take over for the rest of the way home, exhausted, but a bit happy. Terra even handed them her contact information so he could come visit again. If he wanted to, she still held up that he didn’t have an obligation, but he’d wanted to try. Wanted to try for her, for the twins.

“Mate, those two were so adorable! Luke seemed so smart, Leia has her mothers spirit! Jake agrees, and don’t lie, you seemed to like them too”

Jake didn’t want to admit it but he was amused with how Marc tried handling the kids, though like always he worried for Marc and Stevens safety. Though it seemed sitting there he felt an unknown calmness that hadn’t been there before. The stress and fear having melted away. He’s never seen Marc this awkward yet happy.

“We’ll see them again won’t we? Those little buggers seemed attached to to Marc already, wouldn’t be a bad thing would it?”

“Steven, it could work, but maybe it wouldn’t, those kids are cute but……”

“Terra, she didn’t reject me, she should have been upset that I left, that I left her all alone. What kind of woman doesn’t get angry like that? I’d be mad at myself” Marc sighs, raking his hands through his hair and pacing in the headspace. He had fun with the kids, hearing their made up stories and playing their games, but would it be too much too soon to be involved in their lives?

“Uh…..chaps…..I just remembered, did she say she was only here for two months?”

That’s what made him stop in his tracks, looking at the piece of paper in Steven's hands from the giant fish tank. This might be a long shot but he wasn’t going to walk out of her life again. Didn’t want to lose contact with the twins. He wasn’t going to lose her again.

Not this time.

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The Blood Lake

Chapter Three

A second chance. Violence.

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Marc did something stupid.

Chasina hummed to herself as she stepped over the threshold of her cabin, symbols lighting up all over her walls. She watched each one fade into nothing as she closed the door behind her. One symbol was still glowing when she turned back to her wall and she frowned, walking closer to it. Intruder. She pulled her mask back over her head and pulled her sword free. Her other hand began to glow and the energy once again spiked from her hand to the ground, creating a perfect image in her mind of her surroundings. The silhouette of Moon Knight came into her ‘vision’ and she sighed.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, not bothering to ask how he found her after him learning who she was.

“You threatened me last time I saw you. And right after I rescued you.” His voice was harsher than usual and she rolled her eyes. “I can’t let you arrest me. I’ll be executed and I can’t let that happen, I can’t let what I’m trying to do fail.”

“You sound exactly like Harrow, you realise that? You’re not going to make the world better, you’re going to destroy it.” Her voice was softer than she expected and it made him stumble back.

“I am nothing like Harrow. He wants to cleanse the world. We’re trying to fix it.” He hissed, though his voice sounded different. Chasina removed her mask, putting the sword back in her scabbard. He appeared to have changed, his posture was less certain, his hands were fidgeting, his gaze was darting across the room.

“Leave. This is the only time I will ask. If I have to ask again, I will be taking you down and taking you in. You get one chance to go peacefully, because I really don’t want to have to clean blood off my floor and my walls, and I feel that something has changed in the last sixty seconds.” The masked man nodded, vanishing and she frowned at his retreating figure. Something had definitely changed.

“Look, Steven, you can’t take over like that. We should’ve taken out the threat there and then.” Marc hissed at his reflection in the lake. Steven was glowering at him and Jake was shaking his head with barely constrained laughter. We were at her home, Marc. Did you not see all the symbols on the walls when she stepped through the door? We would’ve been obliterated. Steven argued. He’s right. She’d have killed us if we didn’t back down, and we know for a fact that you wouldn’t have backed down. Marc glared at them both, crouching down closer to the water. “We can’t fix this doomed world if she doesn’t give us space to do that and she insists on stop-” Marc. You’re the one who was taken aback by her softness and gave enough space for Steven to take over. Jake interrupted, a shiteating grin spreading across his face. Marc’s glare somehow got even deeper. Steven shrugged. The real question is why did she let us go? Marc hesitated. “It doesn’t matter. We’re behind schedule.” He huffed, reforming his armour around his body, setting off deeper into the forest.

Jake was in control by the time they arrived at the sorceress’s hut. He knocked once, twice, three times on the old wooden structure and the door swung open, revealing the woman he’d met in a tavern a long time ago.

“It’s really you… I didn’t think you were ever coming.” Sabrina whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped back, letting him in and he smiled under the mask. “How have you lived this long?”

“I’m lucky.” She nodded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she glanced to the side behind him. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. “Do you have it?” He asked, brushing past her and her breath hitched in her throat as his mask vanished.

“Oh! Of course! I said I’d hold onto it for you.” She stumbled over her words and her feet as she rushed to find the jewel he had been looking for. “The only true blood diamond that was owned by the Wild Hunt.” She confirmed as she passed it to him. “So, is that all you came for?” She asked and he shook his head absentmindedly, examining the diamond. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, stepping back as she created a portal and he sighed, tucking the diamond into his sleeve.

“No, Sabrina, you’re not. But you’re about to be.” Jake said, turning to face her with a disapproving frown plastered on his face. He pulled the crescent shape blade loose from the chest piece of his armour and he was in front of her before she could step into the portal, slashing her cheek. She cried out, dropping to the floor in shock as she clutched at her face. He chuckled, almost enjoying seeing her beneath him. “Unfortunately, Sabrina, sorceresses are part of the plague that is destroying this world, as you just proved. We were just having a friendly exchange and you threatened me.” He tutted, crouching down to eye level. “Why did you have to do that, Sabrina?” She stifled a sob as she tried to scurry away from him, footsteps running into the hut and Jake sighed again. “What a pity.” He stood, stamping on her ankle to still her as she screamed in pain and he turned to see three village boys. “We don’t have to do this.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m just here for the sorceress.”

“You can’t hurt her and get away with it!” The bravest of the lads said, his voice shaking. Jake chuckled, unaware of Sabrina reaching for something and tapping a symbol on the floor.

“Let’s get this over with, boys.”

Chasina sprinted through the forest, not having bothered with her mask. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the howls surrounding her. The light of the full moon lit her way as she tore through the undergrowth, clearing a lake with a single jump. By the time she made it to the hut, there were three dead men, a portal flickering, Sabrina on the floor, and Moon Knight, unmasked. Her eyes narrowed.

“Back away from her.” His shoulders tensed, turning to face her with shock written across his features clear as day. She blinked, not having expected the face that she saw looking back at her.

“I wouldn’t step any closer unless you want to die, parajito.” the man snapped. His voice was different, a look of calculated cruelty in his eyes that would’ve scared her on a more dangerous man. Chasina tilted her head, taking another step forward.

“Let Sabrina go.” Her voice was empty as she pulled her sword free and manoeuvred until she was between him and the sorceress. He watched every move she made, trying to figure out what she would do next as the tip of her sword pressed against the underside of his chin.

“¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte?” He whispered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She narrowed her gaze as Sabrina began to crawl towards the portal.

“No. But I am distracting you, aren’t I?” Chasina asked with a small smile as she realised his breathing pattern had changed, ever so slightly. The portal fizzed shut and the smile dropped as she picked up her foot and slammed it into his knee.

“Fuck!” The tip of her sword nicked his chin as he stumbled back, dropping his leg out from under him. “That’s not fair, parajito.” He snapped. Chasina shrugged, moving her sword into a defensive hold as she watched him regain his balance.

“All is fair in war, Moon Knight.”

“I think you forget part of that phrase on purpose, parajito.” He lunged, slamming his elbow into her wrist and her sword slipped from her grasp. He threw punch after punch, all of which Chasina evaded as though she was stepping through a dance. How many times have we done this? Steven wondered. Too many. End the threat. Marc snapped and Jake rolled his eyes. Chasina hesitated for a split second but it was long enough. A blow caught the centre of her chest and she flew backwards, coughing and wheezing. Before she could stand his fingers were wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air and slamming her against the wall. “Hoy te toca perder.” He whispered.

Chasina stared at him, golden defiance burning in her eyes. Jake stared back, entranced by the change in colour, as her fingers inched closer to his hand even as her lungs began to burn. Jake. Jake watch o- Chasina smiled, gripping his wrist as her hand began to glow and heat poured from her skin to his. He shrieked in pain, letting go of her and she smiled as she landed on her feet. Before he could recover she drew a quick symbol in the air that he didn’t recognise and he found it was impossible to move.

“I’ve never lost to you. And I don’t intend to start now.” She whispered, binding him and lifting him as though he weighed nothing. Her fingers pressed into his neck and his vision turned dark.

“Fuck!” Marc mumbled as he woke up, surrounded by 3 grey walls and a metal door. “Fuck!” He yelled, making everyone else in the cell turn to him in displeasure.

“Shut it, or the guard’ll come back and take our food from us.” One of them hissed and Marc glared at him.

“That won’t be my problem for long.” Marc grumbled, analysing the structure of the cell as he began to pace.

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Translation - ¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte? - are you trying get a reaction out of me?

Parajito - little bird

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