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slayingqueenchal · 11 months

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busy days | marc spector x f!reader

Warnings : mentions of steven and Jake, but marc is fronting, ANGST, before harrow, ammit, and they already know about eachother

Summary : feels like the boys doesn't care for you anymore, read to find out!

"Sorry sweetheart, Khonshu needs me"

"Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry but I can't go"

"Sorry, maybe we'll do it on Wednesday? I'm busy"

And so many other. You feel empty. Back before all of this, you used to cuddle every night, be all lovely, and even when this happened he still tried as hard as he could to get an extra minute to spend with you. But now, it's as if he doesn't even bother.

Even now, everything is some how your fault. When you gave him a book, a simple book at his birthday he was angry. After he told you about his mom, you understood, and that was your fault.

You couldn't do this anymore. He's always busy with work and, the only person that truly makes an effort is steven.

Still that wasn't enough. One time, he told you he asked you if you wanted to go on a date, and you obviously said yes, but, no one was by your side when you left the restaurant.

One time you held a birthday party, and you invited some friends from work and him. But no one came. If it was your co workers it would make sense, but your own boyfriend?

And, finally when he was home, you finally picked up the courage to tell him.

"Marc? " You said. He has not been Marc for a long time, he's often 'baby' or 'love'. You'd expect for him to notice, but he doesn't, getting a cold reply "what? Can't you see I'm tired".

"Marc. I think I need to take a break" You said, sitting on the couch. "Sleep" The guy said. "Marc! How-how much of an idiot can you be! You spread all of your love and care and when you come home there's none left for me! So I'm ending this! It's for the better anyways" You said. Strong, strong, you are strong, y/n you repeated to yourself.

"What? For the better? You're breaking up with me? " Marc says In shock, as his eyes move to you. "Yes, Marc, I'm breaking up with all of you".

"No, no, no, i-ill fix this, i-what do you want I can give it to you" He begs. "For you to stay here for at least one week at a row" You said,simple, just one week.

"Love, you know khonshu is not negotiable" Marc says, walking closer to you. "Then, neither is our relationship" You cried. And you felt so defeated when you let him hug you.

"This is our first hug in a few months, funny how it's when we're about to break up" You scolded. "No were not, we're not going to break up, I'm going to talk to khonshu, we're gonna be just fine"

"No, Marc, I need to take a break, and, I need a little getaway too, we're not breaking up I just, need space" You said, ending the long hug.

"Okay, I understand, but please come back, yeah?" The accent changed, and suddenly it was steven. "Of course ill comeback".

You didn't. You haven't came back since that awful night. And that was six months ago.

And finally Marc gets a taste of his own medicine. He has never felt more lonlier. Sure he had steven and Jake, but, he felt empty.

These days, Jake has been fronting the most. It's because he's the strongest mentally and physically amongst the three. So, Jake has been cruel. Now he works more for khonshu, and kills people without a single drop of mercy.

Steven has been miserable, he never really talks anymore, when he fronts he gets drunk, he's just a messed up guy now.

But there you were, talking to khonshu in a small, dark, alley.

"Y/n" The tall god says. "What? Now you stalk your avatar exes?" You said. "Sorry, he didn't say anything about breaking up. But it is important to me that Marc does well and lately he hasn't. You promised to come back"

"And so does he, he promised to go home and ne an actual caring boyfriend for me, and its not even his fault. It's because of you! He can't even stay home for three days before you ask him to do your work, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving him! And as selfish as this sounds I hope he's feeling miserable because I've never felt so alone and so terrible! " You said wanting to leave. B

Suddenly, someone grabbed your wrist. "Oh funny! You're here! Did you set this up? " You looked at Marc, then khonshu. "I'll go now" The God says, disappearing into thin air.

"Are you guys besties now? Partner in crime? " You scoffed. "Y/n I'm sorry, please just listen"." Fine, I bet I won't even hear a thing anyways" You looked away.

"If you come back with me I'll stop working for him" Marc says, half begging, half demanding. "M-marc that's not fair, Steven loves this whole thing with Egyptian gods, Jake practically worships him, you can't just quit it"

"I can actually, if that means I can have you back just please" He begged. "Marc.. You swear you love me right? ", " Right", "that's all I need to know. Go back to khonshu, cause, you gotta love your self too and you, Steven, and Jake kinda love this job" You said.

"We-we kinda love this job but we love you! Please y/n" Marc cries, which was a rare thing. "I love you too, but I just can't, alright? We should just stay what we used to be before this chaotic thing and I know that wouldn't happens so no, we can't go back with each other.

You left, expecting miracle to happen,but, the world just got darker.

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campingwiththecharmings · 8 months

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*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in June, but that’s when I read them 😊

(thanks for your patience with this y'all, i'm so sorry it took so long to post. working on getting july and august recs out as well ❤️)

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥For Your Entertainment (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (yes i'm rec-ing this again)

You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (i will rec this every time i read a new chapter, try and stop meeee)

🔥Clandestine (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Good Morning (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @whirlybirbs

🔥favor (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Rookie Mistake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥Never Before (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Moon Knight

🔥Prized Possession (Marc Spector x Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Best Kept Secrets - Marc's Story (dbf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kisses on your lovers lap (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Let Your Fingers to the Talking (Jake Lockley x F!Villain!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spoiled Rotten (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sprite: Savior (Marc Spector x forest nymph oc Nikini) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bubble Bath (Marc Spector x Reader) - @shewhohangsoutincemeteries

Domestic Fluff (Steven Grant x Housewife!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

Fluff and Kisses with Marc (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

Her Hair Reminds Me of a Warm, Safe Place (Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly) - @romanarose

🔥Forever Bittersweet (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Please (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥take it (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥apology (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥willing to give (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @graysonshaven

🔥take my breath (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥burrowed under my skin (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Cállate (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Impatient (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Little Bug (Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Every You, Every Me (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @astroboots (i haven't finished this yet but i cannot recommend this fic enough)

🔥Soothe & Sleep (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Wandering Hands (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @loganlermanstanaccount

tousled, stubbled, tired (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Virgin!Miguel w/a huge cock and fucks both of u dumb (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Take It All (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Make Me A Liar (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥coming home (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Triple Frontier

Blurring Out (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Being Will's Girl Would Include (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Look What the Cat Dragged In (Santiago Garcia x F!Thief!Reader) - @missdictatorme

For Better, For Worse (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @bullet-prooflove

The Last of Us

To the Rescue (Pre-Outbreak!Joel x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Waffle House penance (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

Sucker Punch

🔥Needy Little Thing (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

The Two Faces of January

🔥The Oxford Comma Series (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (will never stop rec-ing this fic ❤️)

Ex Machina

🔥heavenly praises (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥old fashioned (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥chase and pull (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥indulge me (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #rydal keener x reader #santiago garcia x reader #joel miller x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #din djarin x reader #blue jones x reader #nathan bateman x reader #will miller x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x oc #fic rec

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guruan · 1 year

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Hi! I love your artwork! I found your work when I first started in the Moon Knight fandom! Speaking of the Moon Boys... if you're still taking requests and it's not too much to ask... can I ask for drawings of the Moon Knight boys embracing/hugging a plus sized reader/figure?

Hi dear! Hope you like them ❤❤

Guruan's 1k followers celebration

(Not intentional but I kinda drew different poses but all of them side profiles for them??? Hahaha)

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guruan-is-not-here · 1 year

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I've been sketching stuff...

I have yet 2 other rounds of these to share 😊😊

Cropped ver. under the cut

I don't know exactly how to tag this? I guess the other body can be a "YCH" or self insert in general, if it fits for you...

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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starving

marc spector x f!reader prompt: starved theme: smut

You started slightly as you felt strong arms slide around your waist, Marc’s body moving to press against your back. He tucked his chin over your shoulder, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck and inhaling the scent of your hair.

“D’you mind?” you asked despite the smile on your face, shying away from his tickling lips. “I’m trying to cook here.”

“It can wait,” he muttered, his breath tickling your skin. His hands smoothed over your waist, bunching in your dress.

You turned in his arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were hungry.”

Marc smile broadly, meeting your lips in a torrid kiss. His hand came up to cup your cheek, his fingers curling in the hair by your ear.

“Starved.”

Your breath caught in surprise as he took hold of your waist and lifted you, setting you on the kitchen counter. His lips met yours again, his hands smoothing down your thighs to hook under your knees. He tugged you to the very edge of the countertop, spreading your legs wide. He stepped between them, his lips moving down over your jaw and the side of your neck.

“Marc…”

He ignored your half-hearted protest, his fingers catching the hem of your dress and sliding it up over your thighs. He moved lower, marking his path down your body with his lips. Your hands slid into his hair as he moved to your thighs, and he took hold of your hips again, fingers digging into your flesh.

You sighed, the sound high-pitched, as Marc pushed your underwear to the side and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue slid against your cunt, lingering on your clit, and you moaned. You released one hand from his hair, the other tightening as you leaned back, your weight on one arm.

Marc barely paused to breathe, relishing in the way you quivered and pushed your hips up against his eager mouth. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers kneaded into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Oh… fuck…” you drew out the words dazedly, your chest heaving as heat flooded through you. Marc paused only to suck a mark into the inside of your thigh, and you moaned as his mouth returned to your clit and he slipped a finger inside you. “Christ, Marc…”

He met your eye, and you just barely caught his smirk before he sucked on your clit and you came. Your body arched, hips rising off the counter, and you almost slipped from the countertop. Marc gripped your thigh tightly, forcing you back against the cold surface beneath you. He didn’t stop until you collapsed backward, his mouth teasing over your thighs as you shook with the sensation of each touch.

“If you…” you said breathlessly as he finally straightened, smirking down at you. “If you think I can… cook dinner… after that…”

He chuckled, taking your hand and helping you sit up again.

“Tell you what,” he murmured, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. “We’ll order take out.”

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romanarose · 6 months

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Marc Spector Masterlist

Marc Spector: Angel, Knight, Protector: She continuously finds herself in danger, but when she hears his voice, she knows he's safe 🖤

And So It Goes: A song fic to Billy Joel's song And So It Goes. Marc reflects on Layla, his life, and Steven. 🖤

Fuck You Like An Animal: Marc is tasked with bringing you in to the Innead, but it takes a turn. S M U T🌶

November 2nd, 2016: Layla and Marc watch the 2016 World Series...

Yellow: You ask Marc to slow it down for a night

Seattle Series (Completed): You are trapped in abuse, and Marc can only help you when you are ready.

A Change: Marc has a bad day, you try to take care of him

Forever Young: A song fic for the wonderful fanfiction series Limitless, but can be read separately. Marc Spector thinks about becoming a dad and blesses his unborn child

His Comforting Touch: you’re on your period, and Marc wants to prove he can take care of you.

Office Party: At a work party, you tease Marc until he has enough

Used: Marc doesn't use his safe word, but he's clearly uncomfortable so you stop anyway. You find out he was recreating his moms abuse.

Misunderstanding: Marc comes home to see you gone and things packed, he assumes the worst.

Drabbles

Nightmare: You have a nightmares, Marc helps fight of the panic attack. ♥️🖤

Fuckers Notices Everything: A sounds triggers you in a small way, but Marc still notices.♥️🖤

Under Pressure; You feel like you aren't enough

Both of Us: You and Marc and expecting a son and debate baby names (Muslim reader)

Sexy Dentist: Marc's got his fingers in your mouth.

Her Hair Reminds Me of a Warm Safe Place: Marc finds his safety in Layla

Having a Good Cry: Everyone need a good cry sometimes. It's even better if you do it in the strong arms of your loving boyfriend ♥️🖤

Marc and a plus sized reader: You are frustrated because you can't fit into your boyfriend's clothes.

Nothing Alike: Marc takes protecting you too far.

Fucker Notices Everything: Sick: At a party, you don’t feel so good.

Holiday Specials

The Times they are A-Chang'n: You and Marc are shopping for Hanukkah gifts

Fucker Notices Everything: Holiday Edition

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #marc spector fluff #marc spector angst #marc spector x you #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x oc #jewish marc spector #layla el faouly

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crystalaris · 1 year

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This was massively inspired by @novanitee

I have to say I loved a lot of your Yandere Moonknight stories and couldn’t help but wonder how a Yandere would react to someone who doesn’t want to leave and one who’s happy to stay. So if I’m being honest this was more for me, but I loved how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved your stories

Leaving Isn't an Option

Yandere Moonknight x OC

It's not so bad, being stuck here.

And 'stuck' is the right word.

I'm not really trapped, per say, just... encouraged to stay put.

Which is easy, it's not like I did anything else before. Go to work, pay the bills, cook, repeat.

Life was monotonous and very, very lonely.

I'm not sure when, where or even how I ended up in the world of Moon Knight. Or even the Marvel Universe. I didn't really get out much, didn't really have a reason to.

Just a boring and lonely existence.

Maybe it was wishing something would happen.

Maybe it was staring at the moon and quoting, "Second Star to the right and Straight on till Morning." Never really knowing if the star was my right or the moon's right because it's never been specified.

But something happened.

Something shifted.

I was no longer there, but here.

Which I understand makes absolutely no sense, but it happened without my knowledge and my days went on like normal.

I've never watched the news, it always felt misleading.

Never bothered with facebook, FarmVille had long since become boarding and redundant. Who waits 4 hours of real life time for one patch of strawberries to grow?

I wasnt going to spend five dollars on speed enhancers.

Never really called my parents, they finally got the kids out of their house? Why would they want to see me?

I've only ever talked to my fellow fan fiction writers and readers on Discord, but we all were focused on our mutual love for Undertale. So not really friend friends, but also not not friends.

Weird, believe me I know.

So absolutely no real reason to leave except for food and the extremely rare occasion for eating out.

I had no real reason to even suspect being on someone's radar.

I had never been and forever assumed I would never be.

Friends and acquaintances? Easy.

Family? Yeah, well you either have them or you don't.

Lovers? What's that? Can you eat it? ...Ew, on second thought don't answer that. Please.

So really, my life wasn't't anything special.

Or shouldn't have been anything special.

My life changed when I had decided I didn't want to cook that day. So I went to a Burger King next to a Starbucks. Simple.

Fill up on the fries and drink, have a burger for breakfast, all for a debatable price of 10 dollars.

Again nothing special.

A sit-down would be expensive and would remind me just how alone I was.

I guess I was pretty predictable, always going to the same places to eat or shop, but I never really noticed.

Never really cared.

Not until he, well I should really say 'they' , pointed it out. And they never pointed it out until they made sure I could never leave, which again I don't really mind.

I met them, him when I walked out the door accidentally spilling iced coke all over the poor guy.

Apologizing profusely, I had offered to buy him lunch as an apology, its not like I could buy the guy a new shirt.

I'm somewhat surprised I didn't recognize him to begin with, sure he looked familiar and his name was Steven, but what really should have sold it was the fact that Steven with a 'V' was Vegan.

Though I was more surprised that Burger King had vegan options, the impossible burger? Really?

I guess its in the name. Still, shocking, both the burger and my own stupidity.

But I liked him.

He was nice, well muscled, dark hair (that was my weakness, those cheating bastards) and polite.

Honestly, what wasn't there to love? We talked. A lot.

I was pretty thrilled when he shyly asked for my number. I thought 'Why not? It'd be nice to have a friend again.' And we traded phones, I never noticed him activate the tracking part of the phone.

I probably shouldn't have been so lazy and trusting (Jake has lectured me a lot on that, really that sweet worry wart) handing Steven my phone, in my defense I've never had to worry about that.

Steven once told me he finally understood why Marc and Jake had wanted to protect his innocence once they had met me.

Others probably would have been offended, me? I was honored and kissed him.

It was... nice, having someone to talk to, someone to text.

Someone I could just be me.

Steven would send these really cute or funny history bits, mostly Egyptian, sometimes complaining that gods can be annoyingly demanding.

Again, I should have noticed, but really would you notice? Or even care too? We all complain about god.

Looking back, I feel like my past self was one of those side characters on Doctor Who that never noticed aliens or the blue police box.

To be fair, its easier to notice things when they don't happen to you. Still makes me feel stupid though.

I never really found it odd that we kept meeting up when ever I was out shopping, passing it off as coincidence time and time again.

Sure there were times I felt someone watching, but every time there was no one following me.

Sure there was a feeling or two that made me glance over my shoulder a few times just to check, but then Steven would show up and it would stop.

Which was extremely relieving, having Steven by my side. After a while it turned stressful without Steven there to shop with. I tried not to, but calling him and asking if he'd like to shop together made the day that much better, that much less lonely.

It was on one such day, after feeling a piercing stare and finding nothing, that I ended up laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.

Of course I removed it with a shit load of apologies. But to my utter amazement, after he got over his shock, he just smiled and gently placed my head back on his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I asked, again still a bit worried.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet, so warm, "Of course, luv." And placed his arm around my shoulder. Heaven could never have such forbidden fruit.

I, gladly, soaked up as much as I could.

Steven could be the nectar of the gods with his sweetness, he laughed quite happily when I told him that once, well it was a mumble, but still... true.

We didn't just shop together, I rather enjoyed inviting him over so he could teach me some vegan recipes.

Being with Steven made life, easier.

It was easier to breathe, to enjoy breathing again. I wasn't just moving through the motions of life, I was Living again.

I could actually look forward to tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, Steven asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was flummoxed.

Me? Steven wanted me?

I didn't know it but Jake was rather close to fronting and yelling at me for daring to hurt sweet Steven, when I hadn't answered soon enough.

Tears had slowly fallen from my eyes and Steven nearly went into a panic seemingly about to apologize when I softly asked, "Me? Are you sure?"

It was the first time anyone had ever asked. Had ever looked at me.

His smile could have melted gold, easily shattering my shields, ones I never knew had surrounding my heart.

It burned, but somehow in a good way, still it was too much and I looked away.

He had to cup my cheeks in his hands, getting me to look at him. His thumb wiping away a stray tear, "I would love that, luv. Would you be willing to be mine?"

Choking back a sob, "No one... no one ever... ever... no one's ever wanted me."

I couldn't help leaning into his gentle touch, missing the frown that formed, but he quickly wiped it away from their face, "Not like that anyway. I've...I've had a few crushes, but nothing ever..."

I couldn't help looking into his eyes, practically begging for this to not be a dream, searching for even a hint of a lie.

I searched his face, soft and gentle, "Are...are you sure you want me?"

"Oh, baby girl of course we want you."

I wailed clutching him tighter as he leaned me on to his shoulder, as he shushed me rocking me back and forth, " I've got you, baby girl. Shhhh. We've got you. Shhh" years of pain, anguish, want flowed into those tears. "Let it out, mi amor. Let it all go."

I didn't leave his arms that night, or even that weekend. We refused to let go of each other. Sometimes the grips were tighter, or stronger but all it felt like was safety and home. I didn't want them to let go.

I was wanted.

I was happy for the first time in forever.

It nearly tore me apart watching them walk away, but I did have work in the morning.

Work had never been such a drag until then.

It physically hurt to be away from Steven, so I did the one thing I could think of. I went to the hardware store after work.

As much as it hurt not to ask Steven to come I wanted it to be a surprise, but like always I felt those eyes boring into me. It made me want to call Steven, but... but picturing his, hopefully, happy face? I could deal with the discomfort.

The feeling didn't stop, at least I think it didn't, I'm not sure when it did but the older clerk behind the counter had smiled when she saw my fidgeting, "Ah, someone special?"

I could only blush violently and nod my head nervously. Her smile widened, "What a lucky man." She reached behind the counter, and started running the machine.

"Well, ...he's my, my first... so..." my nerves were eating me alive, but it'd be worth it.

"Really?" She looked surprised as the lady looked me up and down, "When I'm glad. You seem like a sweet young lady." The clerk chittered on.

It was nearly ten minutes of constant chattering as the clerk milked me for information.

I didn't really want to brag, didn't want to jinx it, but it felt good to share.

It felt good to smile.

The clerk watched on with a warm smile of encouragement as I called my boyfriend, biting my bottom lip as she handed it over and I placed the small box into my pocket.

-click-

" 'Ello?"

Swallowing nervously, "Steven?'

"Luv?" He sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, ah hi. I was wondering..." I couldn't stop tapping my fingers on my leg just to use some of my extra energy. Steven, sweet, sweet Steven just patiently hummed, "if you wouldn't mind coming over? Please."

Not even noticing the man walking away on the phone two isles down.

"Sure I wouldn't mind luv."

"Great" I squeaked before quickly repeating it in a more normal voice, " See you in a few"

"See you in a few, luv."

-click-

Letting out a large breath, I turned and thanked the clerk as I handed over the money with a smile on my face, "Thank you."

"No thank you for making this old lady's day. I wish you luck."

I couldn't hold back my chuckle, "And I wish you a good week of good customers."

That made her laugh as she handed me change, "Ah, I see, another fellow retailer?"

"Yeah, first few years of college were horrible."

"Say no more." She said with a smile on her face.

I returned it, "Again, thank you."

"It's no trouble, now go on, shoo!" She waved her hands, "you've got a boy to gift. Shoo!"

I laughed on my way out, feeling happy and hopeful.

A great day indeed.

It turned into an even better day when Steven opened the box to reveal my new extra house key.

I didn't see the kiss coming, "It's absolutely beautiful, baby girl."

Completely shocked, missing how his accent had dropped as I touched my lips a deep blush forming. "What? Baby girl, what is it?"

Looking up, I blushed deeper catching a glance of his lips before staring into those deep eyes, they were the same, yet they somehow held more.

"That- that was my first..." I squeaked.

"Oh, oh!" I never noticed as he held me closer, leading me into a hug as Steven glared daggers at the reflection.

(Jake was so proud, both at Marc's kiss and Stevens glare. His boys were growing a backbone!).

"I'm so sorry, luv!"

I couldn't help hugging him back, squeezing a bit before asking, "Could, could we... again?"

This made him smile as he leaned back and looked into my eyes with his warm, ice melting ones, "Sure."

The second one was warm and comforting, the third became ruff and deep and I couldn't help loving all of them, I felt wanted, I felt loved again.

This man was slowly becoming my entire world.

And everyday he would come over after work.

Everyday he would kiss me at least three times, each with there own flare, each with their own intensity and still I greedily accepted each and every one.

— — —

They, well Steven had been dating her for months, with Jake and Marc coming out on occasion. She never seemed to notice or if she did she brushed it off.

They loved her, they really did, but sometimes he wished she would notice. Wish she'd ask questions, it'd make it much easier to come clean.

Though Marc seemed to enjoy the lack of in his words, 'unnecessary' questions. Jake bemoaned the fact that she was so oblivious.

This may have started with an order from Khonshu, but it had become an obsession over time.

Layla was a strong woman and Marc had loved her in his own way. Marc's ex was strong alone, could easily, has easily fought confidently, side by side with Marc and Steven, but she and Jake clashed, each just as bull headed as the other, making a relationship a bit difficult with the three.

Plus Jake wasn't happy when Layla had smacked Marc across the face.

Marc had defended her saying he deserved it since he left, but Jake refused to let Layla be alone with Marc or Steven.

Deserved or not, if she did it once she would do it again and Jake refused to leave his boys defenseless.

He knew Marc and Steven wouldn't fight against Layla, Jake however...

So the three were just friends, while Jake only tolerates Layla for his boy's happiness. Sure they were sad at the end of the relationship, but Jake knew they deserved better. It's why he stayed as Khonshu's Avatar (and boy was that a shit show when he had dropped the beans, they forgave him and moved on. He really does love them.)

So when an order came to watch someone who doesn't belong in this world, all three went, each curious in their own way.

They would admit the woman was... ... ...boring?

Normal?

Well, she didn't seem like she was any different, but hey Harrow fell off the deep end why can't she?

So they watched and watched, it was an order, an easy order but an order none the less until Khonshu deemed her to be just another pathetic worm that no longer needed their attention.

They... didn't really stop.

They had noticed her schedule, had memorized it to the point they ended up following it subconsciously.

If anyone was to blame it was entirely the god's fault.

Steven thought she was sweet.

Marc noticed how lonely she felt.

Jake saw.

Saw how she was withering away, how she practically begged for protection.

Jake really liked how she seemed to sense them, liked how she trusted her instincts, weak as they were she still had them.

She was a walking contradiction in some ways.

She kept her head down and avoided people, avoided being seen, but they saw her.

They watched her.

They noticed how she seemed to hide and it flared all of their protective instincts.

Originally it was a way to pass time.

They didn't really need to work for money anymore, they had plenty and Khonshu had them take certain jobs, and if Jake could get some money out of it, then all the better.

Steven never really liked the 'blood' money, but Jake and Marc refuse to let Steven get stuck in retail or with another piece of trash boss again.

(Donna is still lucky to be alive, the two are still waiting for the perfect time. Its not murder if something just 'happens' right?)

But Steven didn't mind watching her, so they compromised.

Watching her for the day, and working with Khonshu at night (they slept when she went to work, no biggie).

At first it wasn't hard to leave for Khonshu's 'trips', but it became harder as time passed on.

Soon returning ended up as their priority and Khonshu could careless so long as the job was done.

Since Marc and Steven wanted the job done just as much to get back, Khonshu didn't really have any complaints, "Apparently even a worm has its uses."

He was dutifully ignored.

They wanted to get to know her, to be apart of her life.

And if she broke their heart? Well, Jake would take care of it.

All three had found something in her that they enjoyed.

For Steven, she was sweet (Hah! Told you guys so!) and so welcoming. She enjoyed listening to him and both genuinely enjoyed the documentaries that Marc and Jake became bored to death with. Even making a game of it at one point when she started explaining why one documentary was wrong, elaborating each point and encouraged him to do the same.

Marc, well Marc loved all the cuddles and how she showed that she cared (for Steven) making food and learning recipies together, always finding a way to touch. And just leaning on them in general.

It helped that she never pried or asked for more information. If she did and he said 'no' she dropped it unlike Layla, and would always remind him she was there if he wanted.

It was refreshing if Marc was being honest.

Jake rather enjoyed how she depended on him (them). She would tense up when they watched her from afar, like he said she had instincts.

He really liked when she started calling them every time she even felt remotely scared. Jake loved how she would lean on them for comfort and melt into their embrace after that first time.

It felt good to be needed in subtle ways.

She would ask for their opinions, but would also ask why instead of just obeying. He liked the little arguments, they were fun and unlike with Layla she didn't get violent when angry, just puffed out her tiny little cheeks, ardilla listada (chipmunk) he had called her and she responded with Qué?

"¿Asi que hablas espanol?"

"en inglés por favor"

He barked out a laugh and he loved the way her eyes sparked as she nailed the accent, all three were rather impressed.

"No."

"Sí"

"No"

"Sí!"

Jake, over all, enjoyed her spunk.

He did however nearly lose it when Steven asked her to be their girlfriend and she didn't respond, she nearly broke their hearts, but then it broke for another reason entirely.

She cried because nobody had wanted her.

And, well, that just sealed the deal, she wouldn't leave them, ever.

They'd never allow it.

If only they could get her home, right now.

...but even a starving predator is patient. So they settle for just holding her tightly in their arms, each taking their own turn, but refusing to let go.

Leaving was one of the hardest and yet the most satisfying things they have ever felt.

And Damn, it hurt to leave, but the way she refused to let them out of her sight, the way they could feel her eyes on them?

They had never walked so slow before, never looked back to her window so much. It was amazing to know she didn't want them to leave as much as they didn't want to leave.

So imagine their rage when she was late returning home from work.

Oh, they wouldn't have been worried (they were) since they followed her phone to the hardware store.

If she was mugged it'd be the last thing the asshole would ever know.

When it turned out she was the one to make a side trip, Oh they were pissed.

They loved her, but she should have, no needed to be home with them, she shouldn't have left! Job or no.

Jake wondered if it was too soon to dish out a bit of punishment. They really didn't like how the lady looked at their girl.

Jake did, however, settle a bit when he saw how she looked around and fingered her phone, the other two noticed as well and calmed down, just a bit.

It helped to know she was still thinking of them, still she needed to be at home.

They chose an isle that was close enough to hear them, but still had the perfect view of their girl. Tense shoulders relaxed as their discussion went on.

So imagine their surprise when they answered the call. When Steven met them and was handed a personal gift.

She was definitely forgiven.

And in a way, it allowed each of them to come out. To show themselves to her.

She eagerly accepted their affection and they couldn't be more thrilled.

She was their innocent bean.

———

An: how she came here and how it ends I leave that up to you. Personally I’m a sucker for happy endings

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redahlia-writes · 2 years

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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.”

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treasureswordsgirl55 · 2 years

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Nice To Meet You, Baby

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Mentions: DID

Warnings ⚠️: Fluff. So fluff. Sexual Tension. The Boys and Reader are friends. First Meeting. Post!Moon Knight.

Author's Note: Hello everybody!

I'm posting this fic again 'cause I'm having troubles with my tumblr account and this fic doesn't appear in my main page So.... Here we go, again.

I'm here again with the fic that my beautiful cat Atlas (She) delete it from my laptop yesterday.

I re-write the best I could (and remember) and this is the result.

The Moon Boys deserves all the love in the universe. (And that "Baby" from Marc was enough for my heart ❤️)

I hope you like this one and thanks for all the reblogs, likes and comments. All of them are always appreciated! 💖💖

For last, welcome to my new followers and readers, enjoy the reading!

XOXO 😘 Noe!

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- Steven?

I hear the sound of running water from the kitchen and as soon as I get closer, I see that Steven is finishing rinsing the dishes we used for dinner.

When we finished dinner, we had a little fight about who should wash them, and as much as I wanted to impose on it, he won the verbal battle claiming that, this time, I was his guest. So I didn't have to do anything.

I watch him for a few seconds, enjoying the familiarity of his movements as well as his home state, where he is more relaxed and natural than usual and I hear him mutter under his breath about self-inflicted silence, self-control, the restraints on his bed and I have no doubt that he is talking to Marc, his other identity.

Steven had changed a lot since I last saw him, and accepting Marc as a vital part of him helped the process along. Although I don't know Marc, I guess he's similar to Steven, because they seem to complement each other very well and that suits him, who no longer seems like the man who seemed to be stalked by the devil to take him to his personal hell.

- Steven? - He turns quickly with the yellow cloth in his hand while he gives me a shy and warm smile - I didn't mean to....

- Sorry, I was talking to Marc.

I nod as I get close enough to lean against the book-strewn table that faces the small kitchen, watching Steven put the rag away in one of the cupboard drawers before turning his attention back to me.

- From the way you murmured, I assumed you didn't want me to listen... Does Marc not want me here?

I joke as Steven walks over to me with a cup of tea and hands it to me as I nod my thanks before taking a sip and keeping from letting out a groan.

English Breakfast before bed is heaven for me.

Steven shakes his head as he leans against the kitchen table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How come I haven't met her before, Steven? After everything we've been through together, are you hiding things from me now?"

- Quite the contrary - He mutters somewhat distractedly while smiling at something that he only listens to - He really likes the idea that you're here... Just like me.

I nod as I pick up the cup and take another sip of tea, trying to make my action cover the blush that invades my cheeks at his words, but I see that I fail miserably when I see that he laughs.

- You've become more confident.

He walks over to my side with his mug and sits on the free edge of the table, where he pushes aside the books about Area 51 and the secret US projects that rest on it.

- Marc helps - he lets out a sigh and several of his curls fall on his forehead with the movement of his head - He's upset that he didn't know about you before.

He lets out a laugh that echoes around his apartment as he takes a sip of tea from his mug and frowns at it.

- Let me guess... Marc hates tea and you love it.

"Steven... I need to meet her. Someone who knows I hate tea without knowing me is worth it."

- So much notice?

- Too much For a moment you made a face as if you were disgusted by tea - We both smiled and I let myself go for the moment, seeing him relaxed, calm and relaxed, and I approached him, leaving the cup in my place on the table, Enough to corner him against the table and I watch him as if discovering a treasure just by looking at him. He's so beautiful that makes my heart ache and just looking at him made my day better. I am so in love with him that with these moments of mutual company I am satisfied. I take a deep breath and reach up until I rest it on his shoulder and stroke my fingertips down his neck, close to where I can feel his pulse faster - What... what are you doing?

"Let me meet her Steven, it will only be a moment. I won't bite her... unless she wants to, of course"

- Can he hear me? Will I ever be able to meet him?

Steven swallows hard but leans in when my fingers caress his chin and he lets out a sigh through his parted lips. I take a step closer, almost placing myself between his legs and try not to enjoy the closeness between us, but it becomes impossible when those moments seem too intimate to let them pass.

I feel my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing quickens until it's on par with Steven's, his eyes closed for a second and I imagine he's mine, mine to hold, to listen to him complain about Donna, to see it when I wake up in the morning and fall asleep at night, to enjoy it in ways I only imagine in the depths of my consciousness.

"Shit, let me in, Steven. If you don't make a move, I will."

- Yes Yes. He is always there. It's not that he has anything else to do, in fact, the only thing he does is annoy me - He opens his eyes and doesn't move away from my hand, but the flash of his gaze makes it darker and different from his sad look that usually accompanies him.

"Steven… I'll pretend not to hear that last part. Stop diverting your emotions and enjoy the her closeness. Move your hands up her body and caress her like she's doing with us… Tell her to come closer"

- He's listening to you - Steven's voice reaches my ears in the form of a whisper that makes a shiver run through my body while I feel his trembling hands rest on both sides of my waist - He wants you to come closer.

- Co.... Come closer? - Fear invades me for a moment and as if I had a thread attached to my back that pulls me, I take a step back fearing succumbing to Steven's closeness, to the warmth of his body that invites me to snuggle against him, to that scent to mint and shower gel that his body gives off that makes me addictive and the beating of my big love for him that clouds my good judgment for a few moments. I blink trying to clear my thoughts and take another step back, moving away from that line that I know that once I cross I won't be able to go back but one of his hands surrounds my wrist tightly stopping any movement on my part, and I feel his arm go by behind my waist and pins me in place preventing me from moving further away from him.

It takes me a moment to realize that those attitudes are not typical of Steven… Marc pulls me into his arms, leaving me standing completely between his legs and being locked in his arms, unable to pull me away. As soon as I look up from his chest, I meet those brown eyes wrapped in a more serious expression than usual, which sends a kind of chill down my spine, making me feel different, as if he wants our contact.

Or the contact of my body against his.

I raise my head a little since he is standing straighter and seems a few inches taller than Steven, but in his eyes there is not a hint of that insecurity and fun that Steven's eyes conveyed, but his gaze conveys security, confidence and a lot of, a lot of attraction.

I don't have to ask to know it's about Marc, but I still do.

- Marc?

He nods as he tightens his grip around my waist and pulls me even closer to him, to the point where I have to brace my hands against his chest to keep from falling onto him or ending up on his lap.

I close my eyes listening to his deep voice with a clear American accent, very different from Steven's characteristic British accent and I try not to make a fool of myself in our first meeting.

- Nice to meet you, baby.

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winniethewife · 6 months

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Eclipsing Love

(Marc Spector x Mafia!Oc)

Chapter 1: The Bar

Words:1751

A/N: You all Have @ominoose to thank for this. She wanted it and now its here. Also this is a marc focused fic, Will mention Steven and Jake occasionally

“A Round of whiskey… please,” Marc said the exhaustion in his voice is obvious. His elbows on the bar as he takes a seat. The bar was mostly empty just a few regulars.

The Bartender gives him a half smile at the dark haired man and pours his whiskey taking the card he holds out. “Start a tab or close out?” She asks casually, her light copper hair flows down her back, her jade green eyes meet his chocolate brown ones. Her low cut top showing off her cleavage and the very edge of a tattoo.

“Keep it open.” Marc let out a tired sigh, his thumb pressing on the underside of the bar with the same hand that had paid for the whiskey. He looked up, meeting the woman's green gaze for a moment before glancing at the tattoo he could see. He takes a sip of the whiskey, letting the rest in his throat for a minute before speaking

“What's the tattoo of?” He asked, the faint sound of gravel being heard behind the words or was that just the whiskey speaking? She pulls the shirt to the side to show the entirety of the Egyptian lotus flower below her collar bone.

“I got it last time I was in Cairo.” She says as she pulls her shirt back over the tattoo before turning to put his card in the rolodex.

“Looks pretty damn cool.” Marc took a moment to stare at the tattoo, as if his gaze might just be able to touch the skin beneath it.

“What’s your name?” He asked, leaning in further hoping to get a better look at all of her, the dark circles under his eyes looking much more pronounced at the moment.

“Charlotte, Charlotte Walker and you're Marc right?” She asks as she starts to dry some of the glasses she was washing when he walked in. Her movement is remarkably graceful and fast. She must have been doing this for a while.

“Yeah.” Damn, she remembered. Marc nodded, that gravel-filled tone coming back into his voice as he took a swig of the whiskey in his glass. A moment passed by in silence.

“You work here?” It felt more rhetorical than anything, especially considering how she had been behind the counter the whole time.

“No, I just walked back I just walked back here one day and they won't let me leave”. She says sarcastically as she gives him another half-smile and a raise of the eyebrow. She's a smartass and she's pretty. That's a dangerous combination. Marc's gaze traveled down to the tattoo on her collarbone again, as if looking at it for a few minutes longer would let him look beyond the clothes this time.

"When's your break?" He asked without warning, not meaning to say anything at all but realizing it was a question before he could stop himself.

“At 3am when the bar closes. Then I go home.” She says as she puts the glasses she was drying away. As she uses a step stool to get up to the higher shelf he notices her shorts, fishnet tights and her combat boots, her legs adorned with many more tattoos. He wonders if there's more tattoos under her leather jacket. The leather jacket caught Marc's attention though it didn't stop him from looking her over every time she did something or moved around the place. He cleared his throat.

"Can I take you home then?" That was bold. She laughs slightly. “

Be careful Marc, don't want you to fall too fast here... I serve you one whiskey and you're asking me back to your place, you don't even know me.” She turns back to him that same sexy smirk on her face. “You have no idea who I really am, what if I'm dangerous?” She leans on the bar.

"I'm not the type that cares about dangerous." Oh, wow. That's exactly how you make a girl swoon, Marc. A tired half-smile broke his neutral expression, and he couldn't help but laugh at how bold he was being at the moment. He was enjoying himself for the first time in a long time. "I'll take my chances."

“Now you're just asking for trouble...” Charlotte shakes her head as she chuckles as the night goes on more customers come in and Charlotte keeps busy but always makes her way back to Marc when she has a moment to talk. He finds out that her father owns the bar, and that's how she got the job. Her father is always traveling so she basically runs the show. She has an apartment above the bar and she was married but her wife died in a plane crash. Nothing she said could to stop Marc from looking her over again and again. He took in the new information she gave him, but continued to keep an eye locked on her the whole time. She's beautiful.

"I'm sorry about your wife." The apology felt more genuine than the offer for her to come back to his place did. His tone was soft and low, his gaze finally leaving Charlotte for a moment and wandering about the bar. "Would it be bad form for me to ask what her name was?"

“No, not at all. Elizabeth Watson. She was... everything.” She smiles for a moment before shaking her head. “It's been about two years since...the accident. The hardest part is that I don't get to see our...sorry her daughter anymore. Her father moved to Europe and didn't even think to ask me...”she says bitterly as she pours a drink for one of the other patrons. Doing a few fancy bottle flips. Marc's gaze was locked to Charlotte throughout the entire conversation. Even as she moved away and did the little 'party tricks' with the liquor bottles, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her. She's just so... damn beautiful. As Charlotte finished her explanation, he let out a quiet 'huh', taking a small sips of the whiskey while he thought.

"What was your daughter's name?" He needed to know the man was hooked.

“Isabella, she’s eight.” She fills up his whiskey again. Before ducking under the bar to grab a picture, she showed him the picture of her an olive skinned dark haired woman with hazel eyes and a little girl who looks about five in the picture with the same dark hair and hazel eyes. Marc reached out to take the picture, his eyes lingering on the image of Charlotte and of the girl but they landed on the woman most of all.

"Isabella.... That's a beautiful name." He let his gaze wander to Charlotte’s lips before finally taking her whiskey glass and taking a sip.

"What happened?" The more time he spent with Charlotte, the more he grew to like her. There was no turning back now.

“She and I met in flight school. Fell in love, got our pilots licenses together, and traveled the world. When my dad asked me to take over the bar we moved out here to Chicago. She was flying in from Alaska after a job and she ran out of fuel over the Rockies.” She explains as she turns to check out a couple patrons and waves them away. Marc frowned, taking a much bigger sip of his liquor than before.

"Damn, I'm sorry that’s... heavy. Do you fly at all anymore?"

“Yeah I still try to fly when I can. She wouldn't have wanted me to give up on it. I love to fly. Its my true calling. Somehow I ended up back behind this bar but, I really belong up in the sky.” She smiles wistfully looking up for a moment before she sighs and looks at the time before calling last call to the last of the lingering bar patrons. “So what do you do Marc?” The question took him by surprise.

"Uh... I'm a mercenary.” It felt so out of place to say the words out loud, but he also had no intention of hiding it from her especially considering she didn't seem to even flinch at the answer. That confirmed it for him this girl was dangerous.

“Lilibet and I used to fly Mercs around all the time… I'll admit they weren't usually as cute as you though.” She gives him that half smile and hands him back as his card. “Tonight’s on me Marc. I really enjoyed talking with you. I don't usually get a lot of people who want to talk about me. Most times guys go on and on about themselves, it was nice to be listened to for once.”

Her compliments gave the man a slight blush on his cheeks, and his eyes looked back at her with a slight twinkle in them from the compliment. He tucked his card into his jacket and took a moment to finish off his first whiskey.

"I enjoyed talking to you too. Maybe I can take you flying someday?" He asked, knowing the answer would most likely be no but hopeful anyway.

“How about tomorrow? I was gonna go out and get a little flying over Lake Michigan. If you want to come?” She asks as she waves at the last couple of stragglers that are leaving. “I'll stick to being the one in the pilot’s seat though, Esmeralda doesn't take kindly to being flown by anyone but me.” She chuckled slightly as she starts to close up for the night Marc felt his heartbeat pick up, He nodded quickly and took the final sip of his liquor before placing it onto the counter and pulling out his wallet.

"I'm in."

She grabs a napkin and a sharpie and writes out her number and the address of the place she keeps her plane. “Give me a call when you get to the front gate I'll buzz you in.” She gives him that same half smile. He watches as she expertly pulls herself over the bar landing on her feet. “Sorry but I gotta lock up so I'm kicking you out but... I'll see you tomorrow right?”

"Jesus, she's like a cat," Marc thought to himself when he watched her climb back over the counter. His eyes traveled up and down her body for a moment before he caught himself. She really does have a nice body. He cleared his throat, a sly smile finding itself on his lips as he pocketed the napkin.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Charlotte.”

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a-edgar-allan-hoe · 2 years

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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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justafandomgvrl · 5 months

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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

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carlandoxlestappen · 19 days

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“Okay Marc what the hell is going on with you? We don't hear from you for weeks and then i track you down to an apartment 200 feet from our house?” Layla questioned in anger. She could understand why Marc wouldn’t have kept too much of a close touch with her, but with Beatrice? Something had to be going on. “Look, i know I'm not an avatar or anything, but you had Beatrice worried sick!”

“Marc-avatar-Beatrice?” Steven stuttered in complete and utter confusion. He had no idea who this woman who had bursted into his apartment was, and now she was scolding him that he had someone who he didn't even know worried sick. “Who-who are you?” He barely managed to ask.

“Who am i? I'm you sister-in-law, Layla El-Faouly!” The woman said as if it was incredulous that he didn't recognize her.

“Sister-in-law? But I'm-I'm not married!” Poor Steven responded frantically.

“I know you aren't. I'm married to your sister!” She said with a small, frustrated glare.

“Sister?!” Now he was officially freaked out. “I don't have a sister! I'm an only child!” Steven said, his voice higher than ever.

“Yes, you do. Beatrice Spector-El-Faouly, my wife.” Layla stated, looking at him weirdly. “Bea? Sekhmet’s avatar? Are you being serious right now, Marc?” She asked.

“Sekhmet’s-what? Look, i don't know who you are, or who this Beatrice is but i promise you i am not her brother! I'm not Marc! I have no idea who that is!” Steven denied helplessly, not knowing what the bloody hell was going on.

I found this draft and decided to post it cause I’m bored and I feel like I haven’t written anything in so long😭

#marc Spector #Steven Grant #layla el faouly #layla el faouly x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #Marc Spector x reader #moon knight #moonknight x oc #Marc Spector x oc #Layla el faouly x oc #mcu x oc

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peachsteven · 2 years

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Official Meeting

Pairing: Steven Grant X Reader; Marc Spector X Reader

Warning(s): Gus's death (but do point out if there are any more)

Summary: The first official meeting with Marc finally took place.

Word Count: 1452

A/N: I really hope y'all like this one. It is a continuation of this fic, but it's not a mandatory read so it's up to you whether you want to read it or not. Request is still open y'all and I'm working on the one in my inbox. Also reblogs, replies, likes, criticisms are very much appreciated. Hope you enjoy!!!

Masterlist

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The clanking of keys against the bowl filled the empty flat as I entered it. The sky was dark outside, books clattered all around the room and the shelves, and Steven was not home.

It had been more than a week since I last heard from him and I had gotten worried. Hence, the emergency keys were used for me to check on his flat, in case anything had happened.

I had come to the museum to check on him and his boss, Donna, had told me that he hadn't been in for days. That had been the final push for me to use the emergency keys to his place.

The silence in the room was deafening. There was only the sound of bubbling from the aquarium and the traffic outside, but none was from Steven. The room had been dark, only the moonlight shining through the window and the light from the aquarium illuminating the otherwise blackout room. Which was when I noticed something.

Oh no.

Gus was not swimming. He was floating. The one finned- wait, two finned fish?

The two finned fish had been Steven's company for as long as I've known him, and now he's dead. That meant Steven hadn't been home for more than days.

The sound of keys jingling and the turn of a doorknob took me out of my train of thoughts. It must be him.

Immediately, I stood up, clammy hands fixing my coat and hair, afraid that I didn't look presentable enough for him.

Then, the door opened and there he was in, all his glory, Steven Grant.

I could feel my heart rushing, and my hands getting clammier as he turned to shut the door, not yet noticing my presence. When he did though, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, as if he had just done something he shouldn't have done but did anyway.

He looked as if he wanted to say something but took it back, maybe trying to formulate what to say. I stared at him, waiting for an explanation which hadn't come so I broke the silence.

"Are you alright?"

He looked surprised by the question, as if he was expecting me to reprimand him for whatever he had done. Rubbing his hand on his pants, he opened his mouth but closed it again, opened, sighed, then closed again. After a few seconds of silence, finally he spoke, "you– you're not mad at me?"

I tilted my head, confused on why would I be mad at him when I had been anxious, waiting for his call, text, perhaps e-mail. Anything!

Shifting my gaze from the top of his head to the bottom of his shoes slowly, I drank the sight of him, after not seeing him for so long I just needed the reassurance that he's here. That he's okay, but then I noticed bruises and faint marks on his hand that he immediately tried to hide behind his back as soon as he noticed where my eyes were.

"Steven…" I paused, thinking of what exactly to ask him. Had he been away this whole time? What sort of trouble could he be getting into that would cause such bruises?

"I'm fine, don't worry," he voiced his thoughts before I could do mine. Steven looked conflicted, avoiding eye contact, playing with the buttons on his pants, and if you looked close enough, you could see sweat perspiring on his forehead. As if he was hiding something.

It was then silent until Steven walked closer and suggested for us to sit down. That it would be better for him to explain everything, but I refused.

"Explain what, Steven? You were gone for– I'm not even sure how long! I called and texted you everyday, no answer, knocked on your door for days, again, no answer, checked the museum, you weren't there, and I'm sorry but I used the emergency keys you gave me because I thought that you maybe," playing with the sleeves of my shirt, I took a deep breath, "I don't know, died because you slipped in the shower?" Making my way towards the window, I looked at his apologetic face and leaned against the sill. Nope, not this time. "I was worried, Steven."

He stood up too and made his way towards me. Taking my hand in his, he kissed it several times before finally looking up at me, "I know I should've called but the situation didn't really allow me to do so. I swear I can explain everything if you promise to listen to me until I'm finished, then you can ask me anything."

I stared at him and nodded, agreeing to listen to whatever explanation he had and led us to sit on the edge of his bed.

He started by telling me of Marc, him, and DID. Marc was a mercenary and an avatar for the Egyptian God of the moon, Khonshu. He told me that he had been gone because he, Marc, Khonshu, and Layla (Marc's ex wife) were trying to stop this man named Harrow from judging the souls of the people who had yet done evil. They were, thankfully successful and had just arrived from Cairo after a long trip.

I stared at him, mouth agape, unsure what to believe. Steven wouldn't lie. That I knew from the past year I've known him, but this is a bit too absurd to believe. I've heard cases of DID before but never met anyone with it so that part of course I believe, but the Egyptian moon God?

Breaking out of my trance, I noticed Steven was talking to the mirror, saying some stuff about an official meeting. I didn't get the chance to listen in more because Steven had already noticed my gaze upon him.

He was about to say something, but I blurted the thought that was running through my head before he could. Something that was such a random thought but my wild imagination couldn't help but to think, "were you talking to Marc?"

"Uh, yeah– and he said that he thinks now's the best time for you to meet him," he paused. "Are you ready? Because, it's okay if you're not. We can do it for another time."

Meeting Marc? The host of the body and the one who created Steven in order to cope with the abuse of his mother? I didn't even know if he would like me or not and I was afraid that he wouldn't. Steven was someone I know and love but Marc was practically a stranger. Of course, he is. I've never met him before.

"Oh uh, okay." I straighten my posture, trying to find any flaw that was on me, removing or fixing it because first impression is everything, right? "I'm ready."

Steven took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened it again. It was then I noticed the shift in the way he carried himself. How he sat a bit more upright and the eyes. There was just a change in it that I couldn't quite describe but the difference is so noticeable once you know who you're facing.

"Marc…"

"Yeah," he paused, scratching his head. "I honestly don't know what to say because Steven already did all the talking."

"Um… nice to meet you?" I extended my arm toward him, expecting him to take it, but he didn't. Instead, he shifted closer to where I was. Too close. He looked into my eyes as if he was gazing deep into my soul. This felt intimate and oddly familiar.

Then, it clicked.

"It wasn't Steven practicing an American accent all those times, wasn't it?" He nodded and smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Now I was conflicted. What did this mean to mine and Steven's relationship? I couldn't leave Steven. Never. But I didn't know Marc that well either

"So, what now?" I asked. "What about my– sorry, our relationship?"

He looked toward the mirror, perhaps listening to what Steven was saying. He nodded and turned his head to look back at me. Taking my hand in his, he started, "maybe, that is if you want," his thumb rubbed my palm. "Maybe, we can take things slow. Get to know each other, then you can make your decision."

Looking into his eyes, I note the softness in them and how genuine they are. Although they're different from Steven's, they were comforting.

"Is this– I mean, is Steven okay with this?"

"Yeah, he's the one who actually suggested it."

I looked at him again and then at the mirror. Steven's there but I just can't see him, I think. Only Marc could. Contemplating my answer for some long seconds, I came to a decision.

"Okay."

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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bubble bath

marc spector x reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags under the cut)

You sighed happily as you sunk into the near-scalding water of the bath, bubbles popping lightly against your skin. The heat washed over you, a shiver rolling up your spine. “Say what you want about being put up on a billionaire’s dime, but it definitely has its perks.”

Marc smiled, the expression shifting to a wince as he pulled you into his lap. He groaned lightly as the water shifted around you, spilling out onto the tiles. You grimaced apologetically as he exhaled a slow, pained breath, but your attempt to slide back off of his lap was thwarted as he wrapped his arms around your waist. One hand spread over the flesh of your thigh, kneading into the muscle gently.

“I guess I can agree with that,” he said, his voice stiff against the pain in his ribs. He’d taken a beating, and the soft bloom of purple on his torso suggested a possible broken rib. Considering just how indestructible his suit was, it had been worrying when you’d finally been able to drag him away from the others and had first seen the marking. Still, he leaned forward, kissing the side of your neck softly. “But I still don’t like the guy.”

You breathed a laugh, running your fingertips carefully over his collarbone. Marc’s hand slid slowly up the curve of your back, wet fingers curling in your hair. “When Feathers starts footing the bill for out little trips abroad, we can stop hitting up my old friends for a place to stay.”

“I’ll have a word with him about the budget,” your paramour replied in amusement, his smile warm. His hand tightened in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp as he brought your lips down to his. His kiss was intoxicating, and you relaxed against him blissfully.

“Ow.”

You jerked back from him sheepishly as he mumbled against your lips. “Sorry.”

“Did I say stop?” Marc smirked despite his discomfort, pulling you in for another kiss. You returned it more gently this time, cupping his face in your hand. You giggled lightly as you pulled away again as you saw the bubbles clinging to his face. You wiped them away with your still-soapy hand, and Marc grinned at you, blowing bubbles off your hand. They popped against your face, and your own smile widened.

“God, you’re cute.”

You ran your hand through his hair, trailing warm water and jasmine-scented bubbles through the dark locks. “That’s what I was going to say.”

tags: @dragon-chica @glossyloner @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @lovely-dreamer19 @capitalnineteen @youclickedthislink @s0ftness @castieltrash1 @absolutly-me @sara–ravenclaw @startrekkingaroundasgard

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lunaxamans · 16 days

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{ In the Beginning... }

Summary: An early interaction between Emma and the boys. In which Marc and Steven find out that Emma comes from an abusive home like them. Pairing: Original Character { Emma Harper } x Marc Spector; bits of Emma Harper x Steven Grant Contents: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, twin flame relationship, OC is deeply psychic and can communicate with the boys telepathically due in part to twin flame bond Warnings: mentions of severe mental illness { i.e. psychosis, PTSD, anxiety, panic, depression, OCD, mood disorder }, mentions of abuse, inaccurate DID { as is common with MK fic }, self-loathing, self-blame Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s Notes:

This is written in what my writing partner and I refer to as God!Mode. Essentially it's the characters outside of all of their different Universes and them at their core selves -- which for this reason sometimes will refer to real people but very little { i.e. in this one I, myself am mentioned, but very minorly }. As if their God!Versions. This is sort of their truest of Canons.

Also I meant to write this up properly which I probably still will at some point but I wanted to get it posted for @romanarose for something I intended to help them with.

Emma Harper is the original character that will star in all of my fics with the boys. I’ve been writing them for a while now and the relationship is super established unless stated otherwise. Emma && the boys have what is known as a twin flame union – think ultimate soulmate of soulmates / two halves of the same soul; you only get one of these and they are *extremely* rare, typically reincarnate with each other over thousands of years on this planet, if not before even coming to this planet from other star systems. For this reason, the four of them are able to telepathically communicate which is also common with this kind of bond, among other things.

Emma: -coming down the hallway, grimacing as she looks back toward the stairs, calling softly, so softly in fact, that she’s barely audible- “Steven?”

Steven: -from in the bedroom, nose buried in a book as he, too, tries to ignore what’s going on downstairs, calling gently back- “in here, love!”

Emma: -steps into the room, rounding the corner and standing at the foot of the bed, fidgeting nervously-

Steven: -immediately concerned, setting the book down and removing his reading glasses- “what is it? did something--” -pauses, taking in her appearance as more noise comes from downstairs, suddenly understanding- “elle’s mum again?”

Emma: -nods quickly, not making eye contact- “she-- um--” -shifts uncomfortably, crossing her arms over her chest- “she reminds me of mine—my mom, I mean...she’s also...”

Steven: -swallows, trying to put the pieces together, not wanting to assume, speaking softly- “...difficult?”

Emma: -cringes as if she’s taken a physical blow, correcting him quietly, her voice barely there- “abusive…"

Steven: -his heart stops as she seems frozen in place-

{ Marc: ‘Steven let me front...’ }

Steven: -swallows again, giving a small nod-

Emma: -before he can speak, she breaks the silence, tucking her hair behind her ears, keeping her gaze downcast, her voice small- “can I?”

Steven: -realizes she wants to sit down, nodding profusely- “of course!”

Emma: -nods with him, climbing onto the bed and scooting a little closer but keeping a fair distance, rolling her lips in, in that way that causes her dimples to prick into her cheeks, still avoiding his eyes-

{ Marc: ‘Steven!’ }

Steven: -clears his throat quietly- “Marc would like to speak with you, is that okay, love?”

Emma: -nods again quickly, keeping her lips pressed together-

Marc: -moves to the front, taking only a fraction of a second to adjust before he sits up straighter, shifting closer to her, his hands rising and moving toward Emma, who flinches at first, causing him to pause, turning his hands to show her he isn’t going to hurt her, when she nods in silent permission to continue, his fingers come to comb through her hair, coming around to cradle her face at her jaw, dipping his head to search out her eyes-

Emma: -relaxes a little as his hands move through her hair and come around to hold her face gently, rolling her lips in further again, her eyes meeting his briefly before shying away from his again-

Marc: -his heart squeezes in his chest, aching for her and everything he already feels for her, when he does find his voice, it comes out soft and raspy, filled with complete and utter awe- “how are you real?”

Emma: -her eyes flicker to his, a slight furrow coming between her eyebrows, confused by the way he says it as if she were some kind of miracle-

Marc: -holds her eyes for a moment before his gaze scales over her features, leaning in hesitantly, his lips finally capturing hers-

{ Steven: -indignant, even if he’s ignored- ‘I coulda done that, mate...’ }

Emma: -seems to only melt into Marc, reaching to gently grasp at his shirt as if weakly trying to hold him there-

Marc: -when she doesn’t back away—instead leaning into him further, he uses his hold on her to pull her closer, deepening the kiss for just a moment before withdrawing, just enough to brush his nose into hers, touching his forehead to hers, frowning gently into her, his voice barely above a whisper, still sounding completely awestruck and floored at the way they seem fit together- “it feels like—you were made specifically for us—and we were just—waiting to find you...--does that sound completely crazy?”

Emma: -her nose moves into his when it meets hers, turning her forehead into his, when he speaks again, all she can do is gently nod, likewise dumbfound and only meaning to agree with the former statement not realizing about the question-

Marc: -chuckles softly, teasing her lightly, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks- “it does?”

Emma: -just kinda Stuck in the moment, still not fully comprehending him- “yes--” -seems to suddenly realize- “I mean—no!” -pouting softly, giving him a Look-

Marc: -can’t help another quiet chuckle as she struggles and the warmth fills in his chest, raising one hands to slowly comb through her hair again-

Emma: -summons a deeper breath, releasing it in an almost silent sigh, correcting herself- “it doesn’t sound crazy...and I know crazy...” -rolls her eyes at herself-

Marc: -immediately shakes his head as she finishes, frowning deeply, searching out her eyes again- “hey, don’t do that…"

Emma: -looks at him in confusion, still scowling in disappointment but at herself, asking quietly- “do what?”

Marc: “don’t talk about my girl like that—”

{ Steven: -only to be ignored again- ‘Our girl...’ }

Emma: -still frowning at him, acting like she didn’t just make a joke at her own expense, deep deep pout, In Baby- “like what?”

Marc: -scowling back at her with that same profound wonder, even as hope blossoms in his chest that she didn’t deny his claim on her, releasing one hand on her only to bring it back to gently graze the back of his knuckles over her cheek, all but whispering again- “like she isn’t the most perfect girl we’ve ever known…"

Emma: -her chest tightens with the familiar ache of attachment, trying to take another deep breath through her nose and force it through her lungs, releasing it heavily even as it shakes at the ends, her voice tremoring over the single word- “o-oh…" -she fights to keep the smile down that threatens to overtake her face, her dimples betraying her secret, her eyes avoiding his shyly-

Marc: -unsure of how this all happened, just completely winded- “god you really are-- perfect…"

Emma: -the shy smile only grows, giving him a gentle, playful shove, but not putting anything behind it-

Marc: -can barely bear the ache in his chest, a small smirk of his own threatening to take over- “ya know—Steven's gonna strongarm me soon if I don’t give you back...” -his eyes falling in disappointment-

Emma: -her eyes immediately snap to his, chewing the inside of her lips and gripping his shirt tighter as if to keep him there with her- “stay…"

Marc: -his own eyes fix themselves to hers once more, again dumbfound- “yeah?”

{ Steven: -still seemingly being ignored- “bugger...last place it seems...” }

Emma: -immediately nodding- “yeah…" -shy, dimply smile, pausing before poking him firmly in the chest a few times- “and tell Steven no one is last place here...”

{ Steven: -would be blushing if he were in control of the body- ‘oh!’ }

Marc: -scoffs quietly- “think you just told him yourself...”

Emma: -gives one more firm shove into his chest- “goo--!”

Marc: -catches her hands when they shove at him and pulls her abruptly to himself, his lips reclaiming hers before she can even finish the word-

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