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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Panic (Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader)

Author’s Note: So I started writing this last Tuesday (April 19th) and finished it this morning (April 27) before my first class; during lunch, I watched episode 5 and was devastated. I feel this fic takes on a completely different life now and holds some different weight behind it. Please heed the warnings. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You and Steven met each other at work. You are wonderful friends with one another, and each of you have feelings you don’t know quite how to voice. When someone from your past shows up at a museum, you shut down completely, and it’s Steven Grant (and Marc Spector) to the rescue.

Warnings: Angst (mention of past abusive relationship/domestic/physical abuse, mentions of blood/burning/hitting, panic attack/terror/anxiety), protective Steven!Marc!Khonshu, fluff, mutual pining. The “—” are a shift in POV from Reader to like 3rd person omniscient, I guess. Later when Steven and Marc talk, italics represent Steven and bold represent Marc.

Other Characters: Our main man Khonshu, Donna, JB, OFC (Theodore)

Word Count: 3,989

You were the sunshine in Steven’s day, every day. It could be the best day in the world, and you would make it brighter; he could be exhausted, body aching, having the worst possible day, and he would see you and all the dark clouds would be pushed away. You were the best thing in his life. He’s never told you in so many words, but he’s done little things for you to try and show it. Some days he’d bring you coffee, other nights he’d say a bit later to walk you to the bus or your flat. On your birthday last year, he brought you a bouquet of Egyptian lilies, and he thought his heart would melt when your eyes lit up.

And this friendship-but-so-desprately-wanting-to-be-more-than-that was not singe-sided. You adore Steven. But Steven is so kind to everyone, you don’t know how to read his exact feelings towards you. A few months ago, he went on a date with one of the tour guides; even though it didn’t end well it didn’t mean it hurt any less when you found out he was seeing someone. And if you ever confessed how you felt and he didn’t feel the same way . . . Well, you don’t know how you could deal with that rejection. All you know is that you could never lose Steven. He was the best part of your day, your job, your life.

“I mean, c’mon,” you insist as you lean against the register’s counter. “You have to admit it.”

“It does make him look quite knobbish,” Steven chuckles as you both peer over to JB.

“I mean, why?” you giggle. “Who told him a patchy porn ‘stache was a good call? Especially with that haircut!”

“Probably the same people that think Eye of Horus jellies are the best thing to sell at a gift shop.”

“At least those probably bring people joy.”

“Nah. I got curious one day and tried a pack. They’re quite terrible.”

The happiness that you feel radiating throughout your body when you’re with Steven is sucked right out of you as your gaze expands just past where JB flirts with a new tour guide. A face you never hoped to see again stares at one of the statues on display. There’s nothing particularly conspicuous about the man with the well-groomed hair, kind profile, and well-put-together appearance, but you know better.

“(Y/N)?” you hear Steven ask. It sounds like he’s been trying to get your attention for a long while. “Darlin’, you alright? You look as white as a ghost.”

You don’t respond, your breath only increases as a cold sweat breaks out all over your body. Pulling from the counter, you move as quickly as you can without drawing attention to somewhere that you can hide. Your feet move on autopilot, taking you to the stock room where you let all your anxiety and fear bubble up and take control.

“(Y/N)?” Steven asks as he opens the door. “What’s wrong?”

You can’t form words. You can only move as a way to try and put the adrenaline coursing through your body to good use. Your breathing only increases as hot tears prick at your eyes. Your back hits the wall and you brace yourself against it, just wanting to disappear into the plaster and drywall.

“Hey, hey, hey, c’mon now,” Steven says as he carefully approaches you. You continue to pant heavily against the wall, hand on your chest, feeling like the world is crashing in on you and suffocating you as your body shakes like a leaf.

“I can’t . . . I-I-I can’t breathe,” you huff, slowly sliding down the wall and into a small ball. “I-I can’t . . . I can’t . . .”

“You’re safe, I’m right here,” he says gently as he kneels down next to you. He takes one of your hands and places it on his chest as he puts one of his over your heart. “See? Right here. Right in the stock room. Just you and me. Nothing scary about the two of us, yeah? We’re friends. Nothing scary about that.”

“S-Steven. I-I . . .”

“What’s going on, (Y/N)?”

“I—My—That man, w-with the gray button down,” you swallow hard. “H-He—He—.”

“You know him?”

“I do. I did. I do.”

“Alright, talk it out. You’re safe, love. It’s just me. You can talk to me about anything.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you try to keep yourself steady.

“His name is Theodore,” you start. “We were together for two years. He was great at first, but then . . .” Your fingers move to the back of your neck. “They were just cigarettes, quick little stings. The stings turned to slaps, and then punches.” You hug your knees to your chest. “At his worst, he slammed me into a mirror and then threw me down on the glass. I tumbled down the stairs after that. Three broken ribs, fractured wrist, glass in my arms and abdomen. There was so much blood . . .” You swallow hard. “He went to jail. I took a protective order out. Oh no, oh God—did it expire? No, no, no . . .”

You don’t realize the torrent of tears running down your face until a wet plop hits your arm as you continue to mutter in fear and panic. When it does, you let out a violent sob and begin to weep. Steven wraps his arms around you, holding your head against his chest and a comforting arm around your shoulder. He whispers soothing reassurances into your hair as you try to remember what he said earlier to ground yourself to him. You’re safe, right here in the stock room. You’re with Steven. You’re safe with Steven.

“What are you—?” you hear Donna’s voice cut through the stock room.

“Not now, Donna!” he snaps, stopping her storming footsteps in her tracks. “Tell JB to get security ready. You stay with (Y/N)—I need to take care of something.”

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, St—.”

He gets up and faces Donna. He’s never looked so bold before. “The man that abused (Y/N) and beat her within an inch of her life is in the museum,” he says lowly. “You stay here with her, radio over to JB and tell him to be ready, alright?”

Without waiting for a response, Steven walks out of the stock room and takes off his name tag, sliding it into his pocket.

—

Steven wants to confront this pillock as himself, but he knows that he doesn’t exactly ooze intimidation, even when he’s as rilled up as he is right now. He doesn’t even need to call on Marc to front—he knows what to do.

“Really nice, huh?” Marc’s American accent rings quietly next to the man he wants to throw in front of a double decker bus.

“It’s fine,” he shrugs at the mural hanging on the wall.

Marc takes a step closer, his voice entering a very threatening timbre.

“I know why you’re here,” he growls. “And I think you should go.”

“I’m just here to look at some history. Besides, I’m free to be here. This is a public space,” he smirks. It seems innocent enough, but Marc recognizes the underlying venom in it.

“It is. But not for you. So unless you want to be escorted out—either by museum security or the police for violating a restraining order, you. Should. Go.”

“(Y/N) would never take out a restraining order against me.”

“Wouldn’t she? Because I believe by entering this museum, you’re in violation of the minimum required distance. So I suggest you leave now before you make a scene and become the source of gossip for the five different schools on field trips here today. If you don’t I will take care of you personally. And instead of being escorted out, you’ll be leaving in a body bag. Do I make myself clear?”

“What exactly will you do, pretty boy?” he sneers.

Khonshu briefly takes control, making Marc’s eyes glow a terrifying white. The man steps back in fear with wide eyes and a pale face. Without a word more, he takes some steps back and hurries out of the museum.

“Thanks, man,” Marc says to Khonshu.

No one threatens (Y/N) in such a manner, the god acknowledges.

“How come you like her more than me?”

A lot of people are more likable than you. (Y/N) is too good for this mortal realm.

“That she is,” Marc sighs as he lets Steven front on the walk back to the storage room.

—

“Hey,” he whispers as he sits next to you on the floor, placing a careful hand on your knee. “It’s all over. He’s gone. It’s alright.”

“He is?” you ask.

“Gone,” he repeats. “Took care of him myself.” He looks up to Donna. “I think it’s best that (Y/N) go home for the rest of the day, maybe have tomorrow off too?”

“Yeah, no, exactly,” Donna says. So she does have a soul. “Take some time, (Y/N). Steven, why don’t you make sure she gets home alright, yeah?”

Steven offers you a hand and helps you stand, walking with a careful arm around your shoulder the entire way to the break room so you can grab your stuff. It’s like his embrace is helping hold you together, and you appreciate it so much. You undo your locker and grab your bag quickly before closing it and moving back towards Steven. As you pull the straps of your tote bag up on your shoulder, you stop dead in your tracks.

“I—He found where I work. What if he knows where I live?” you ask, your heart still racing like a hummingbird’s.

“He won’t bother you ever again, I promise you,” Steve assures you as he stands by your side. “But, if you’re uncomfortable going to your place, we . . . if you want . . . You could crash at my place for a day or two. You can have the mattress and everythin’. My, uh,—,” he clears his throat, “My sleepin’ disorder doesn’t let me do much with it other than sit and fiddle with a Rubik’s cube, so. It’d be good if it got used for it’s intended purposes, yeah?”

“I couldn’t put you out like that.”

Steven gives you a small smile. “But you’re not. I promise you, it’s no trouble at all.”

“As long as you’re sure I’m not gonna be an imposition on you, Steven.”

The look in his eyes that he gives you is so soft, and something seems to snap him out of it, because he starts to clumsily shake off his jacket. “You never could be,” he tells you, placing the warm article of clothing over your shoulders. “C’mon, then.”

“Any milk for your tea?” he asks as he stirs in a tiny bit of sugar.

“No, thank you,” you say as he approaches and hands you the turquoise mug. You let the warmth from the ceramic spread into your hands. “Thank you. For, um, . . .”

“Don’t even think about it, love,” he tells you. “I just glad I was there and could do something for you.”

You give him a small smile as you bring your lips to the mug. “Steven Grant: Giftshoppist, lover of Egyptology, and knight in shining armor,” you hum before you take a sip of the soothing liquid. Color rushes to Steven’s face as he ducks his head, muttering some kind of thanks before he sips his own tea. “It’s a good list of titles.”

“Only issue is that I can’t ride a horse,” he nervously chuckles. “What kind of knight can’t ride a horse?”

“Batman?” you smirk. “He is the Dark Knight. No horse involved.”

“I don’t have my license, either,” he smiles softly. “No Batmobile for ole Steven with a ‘V’.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” You swallow hard. “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to understand just how much it means to me, what you did.”

“Honestly, (Y/N), don’t even think about it.” He pinches the air in front of your forehead and throws an invisible something behind him. “See, out of mind.”

You give him a smile, your eyes gazing behind him and properly registering how many books he has. They catch my attention and you stand, your fingertips running over the spines.

“Wow,” you chuckle. “These are amazing.”

“You think so?” Steve asks, a new light beaming from his face. He gets up and joins you by the shelves, telling you all about the books and their contents. He grabs a few of them and you both sit back down on the couch, going through them together as Steven passionately tells you about Egypt. You listen attentively as he speaks, continuing to sip on your tea as he goes on, but your eyes eventually grow heavy.

“Oh, bugger,” he sighs as he looks at his watch. “I’ve talked your ear off for hours.”

“No, Steven, I’ve really enjoyed it. I love seeing you this happy about things,” you tell him. “I just don’t usually stay awake until—.” My eyes work to focus on the clock. “—1:14.”

“Well, then, I think it’s time you kip down, yeah?” he says with a tender smile. “I’ll grab you somethin’ to use for jammies. The bathroom is right over there, and there’s some extra toiletries and things in that tall side cupboard.”

Following Steven’s instructions, you freshen up. As you spit out the toothpaste in the sink, he gently knocks on the door.

“I’ve got you a long sleeve and some loungers,” he announces through the door. “They’ll probably be a little roomy on you, but better than work clothes, yeah?”

You open the door and see Steven already changed into his pajamas. “Thank you, Steven,” you tell him softly as you take the clothes from his hands. He nods and leaves you be, and soon, you are out of the bathroom, placing your clothes on the seat of one of the chairs in the kitchen. Steven sits on the sofa, his reading glasses on as he curls towards the table lamp.

“Are you sure I can take the mattress?” you ask.

“Of course you can,” he smiles softly as he raises his book. “I’ve got Mr. Alexander the Great to keep me occupied.”

You can’t help but adore this man. He’s patient, kind, and so caring. As you walk to the bed, you detour behind the couch and place a kiss on top of his curly hair.

“Thank you,” you tell him as the air grows thick with nerves. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“G’night,” he says, his voice barely audible in the silent apartment.

Moving to the bed, you slide under the covers, letting the scent of Steven completely devour you. Not only is he in the clothes, he’s in the pillow, sheets—he’s in the wooden shelves behind the bed. You roll to your side and nestle your face into the pillows, taking in a deep breath to get as much of the smell of him as you can. It’s incredibly soothing, but every time you try to go to sleep, a fear radiates through your body and scares you awake.

“Steven?” you ask, sitting up on the mattress.

“Mm?” he hums, gazing at you over his glasses as he lowers the pages of the book.

“Would you mind sitting with me until I feel asleep? It just feels like something is gonna grab onto me and suck me away.”

Steven knits his eyebrows together in tender concern, nodding his head as he drops the book in his hands, moving across the studio to slide in next to you on the mattress so he can hold you like earlier. You snuggle down on the mattress and rest your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat as loud and clear as a steady drum.

“You know, the ironic thing is, I was finally starting to make peace with it. I hadn’t thought about it in years. And then he comes in, and it’s like I’m in the thick of it all over again.”

“You’re safe,” Steven softly assures you as he adjusts his wrapped arms around your body. “I promise you.”

You lie there in silence for a few minutes, the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart help keep you present and not sliding into memories you have worked to suppress.

“Have I ever told you about the greatest love story in all of Ancient Egypt?” he says quietly.

“No,” you say as you nuzzle your head into his chest.

Steven’s thumb begins to rub up and down your arm absentmindedly.

“One day, Osiris came down to Egypt to rule as Pharaoh; he was wise and powerful, and he helped Egypt prosper. His brother, Set, was jealous, so he arranged for a beautifully decorated and adorned sarcophagus to be made that fit his brother. That night, Set threw a big party where his brother was the guest of honor, and there was this game to fit in the sarcophagus. Once Osiris got in, Set slammed the lid shut and brought it down to the Nile and dumped it in. Isis grabbed her baby son, Horus, and got the hell out of dodge before they could get hurt. Once they were safe, she scoured the Nile to to look for the sarcophagus. Now here, tellin’s of the myth don’t line up exactly, but in some form or another Osiris’ body is found and it’s in fourteen separate pieces, so Isis and Nepthys put him back together to do the proper burial rituals and create the mummification process. The only issue is is that he’s missin’ his . . . well, little pharaoh, so Isis makes a temporary replacement. Once they’ve reverse Humpty-Dumpty’d Osiris, he comes back to life. But since he’s both alive and kind of dead, he becomes ruler of the underworld. Isis’ love and devotion to Osiris was so powerful, she wouldn’t even let death get in her way. It’s beautiful.”

“It makes you wonder if that kind of love still exists,” you say, just above a whisper.

“Of course it does. When you find the right person, that is. I guess half the trouble is finding that person, innit? But then it’s all worth it when you do.”

“If you do.”

“Don’t think like that. Of course you will find the right person. It’s me who oughta be worried.”

The silence is loud, and you swallow hard. “I’d search the Nile for your sarcophagus,” you confess. It sounds utterly morbid, but the sentiment behind it is genuine. You love Steven, and you have for probably as long as you have known him. You feel Steven’s breath hitch and can hear his heart begin racing before he places a careful cheek on the top of your head.

“I think I’d do just about anythin’ for you,” he breathes.

Your heart flutters, and as much as you want to hold him, kiss his lips, pour out your heart to him, you just can’t do it. Not after how this day has gone. You’d never want Steven to think you’re advancing onto him because of your own trauma. You turn your body around and bury a majority of your face into his soft waffle shirt. Oh, it smells amazing. It smells like him—sandalwood, vanilla, and old books. You want nothing more than for this smell to fill your lungs until they overflow, all your senses being absorbed into Steven.

—

She looks so beautiful.

I know. I love her.

I know. I do, too.

But we can’t exactly tell her that now.

Well, yeah, not now. Thank you, for earlier.

You know I’d do anything for her. Just like you would.

Steven shifts his gaze down to look at the top of her head. Her hair looks so shiny, she’s so warm, and she smells so good. If this was the moment that he died, he’d be fine with it; holding onto her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his body, inhaling nostril fulls of just pure you . . . His heart races when you give him hugs, and you lying on him is like a hug on steroids. He feels euphoric.

I feel like my heart is gonna burst straight out of my chest if I don’t tell her. No one has ever made me feel like this.

Steven—.

I know, but, it feel like I’m leading her on—manipulating her. It’s not fair to her. She should know. She should know about you, too.

I agree, but, she’s been through a lot today. You know that, I know that, Khonshu knows that. We just . . . we need to wait.

—

“Steven?” you ask quietly, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt.

“Yea?” he asks. He sounds almost taken off guard.

“I love you,” you admit. If not now, you don’t think you’ll ever have the guts to tell him. “I have for a while. And after everything that happened today, well, I want you to know. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The longer Steven stays silent, the worse you feel. You’ve ruined it. You’ve ruined it all, and you’re gonna lose the most incredible, kind, and loving man you have ever met because you told him you’ve been in love with him since you met him.

“Why me?” he breathes, his voice mixed with shock and awe. “I’m . . . I work at a gift shop.”

You move out of his hold and look at him, your heart hurting at the sentiment.

“You can’t really think that’s all you are, Steven,” you say softly. Now you want to cry for a different reason.

“You’re just so, personable and wonderful and kind and intelligent,” he responds. “I just don’t understand why you see me like that.”

Tears pick at your eyes. “Because you saw me when I felt invisible. You were kind to me when you didn’t have to be. You care so much. There’s no one else like you, Steven. I’ve never felt safer with anybody in my life than I do with you.” You close your eyes and take a breath. “I should have said something sooner, and I—.”

You don’t get to finish your sentence. Steven cuts you off with the biggest, tightest of hugs. One arm is firmly wrapped around your waist while the other is gripped firmly around the back of your neck. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, the warmth of his breath feeling so comforting on your skin. You hold him back just as tightly, afraid to let him slip away.

“I love you so much,” he mutters into your skin. “I didn’t want to lose you, so I’ve said nothing for years, and for years I’ve regretted it when I come home from work. I try to tell you every day, and every day you take my breath away so much, I bloody well lose my nerve. I’m sorry I never told you.”

You inhale his scent and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You want to absorb Steven into your body. This man is unlike any human you have ever met, and he feels the same way about you that you do him.

“Steven?” you ask into his shoulder. “Can you . . . Can you stay with me tonight?”

He runs a hand over your hair to smooth down the locks.

“Of course,” he whispers. “Come on, then.”

Keeping a tight hold on you, he slowly lies you down on the mattress, resting you on the pillows and pulling the blankets over your bodies. If you felt comforted in Steven’s sheets before, you’re now the epitome of tranquil as you lie with him in bed, letting your eyes close as you fall asleep on his chest.

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b6cky · 2 years

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loss

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

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

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

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

reblogs, hearts + comments r always appreciated <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she’s home early?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“how did you find out?” marc asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n looked up and met his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

marc, please let me have the body

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

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

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

“sorry about that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m all yours darling.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“night, love.” he smiled.

don’t go into work tomorrow.

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

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

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

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

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector #steven grant #moonknight x reader #moonknight #moon knight #marc spector fluff #steven grant fluff #moonknight x reader fluff #steven grant x reader fluff #marc spector x reader fluff

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Moonboys & Khonshu vs cat || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader || Khonshu x fem!Reader

Summary: How would moonboys interact with a kitten? And how would Khonshu handle a cat if he had to?

Warnings: none

Word count: ~ 2890

Authors: Cass & Rouge

😻 JAKE 😻

It was usual for Jake to announce his return home loudly, but this time he didn't. He entered the apartment and went to the bathroom without removing his cap or jacket.

You peered out of the kitchen after you thought you had heard the lock and keys squeaking. "Jake, is that you?"

"¡Sí! ¡Me das un momento!" He yelled loudly from behind the closed door.

"Of course!"

Within a few moments, Jake walked out of the bathroom. "You better not get in there. I have blood on my stuff. I don't want you looking at it."

A frown appeared on your forehead but you followed him back to the hallway, not questioning anything else.

"How was your day, cariño?" Jake asked, trying to catch your attention.

"I made dinner and tried to reach you but you didn't answer my calls. Was everything okay? I'll wash your stained clothes. Do you want me to wash your jacket as well?" You replied with a frown still on your face.

Sitting down, Jake protested, "None of that is necessary. I can take care of it myself. You don't need to worry yourself."

You proceeded to set the kettle on fire to make Jake his afternoon espresso. It wasn't until you could swear you heard a loud meow sound coming from the bathroom.

Jake heard that too and cleared his throat loudly. "That crazy lady next door. I wonder how many cats she has there."

With a raised eyebrow, you left the kitchen and headed straight to the bathroom. "She only has three of them and none meows like that."

Immediately after getting up, he grabbed your hand tightly. "Since when do you know how her cats meow? I told you not to go there."

"Why not? She's just an older lady. I sometimes help her with shopping and I've been there a few times. She's very kind and her kittens are cute. Also, none of them meow like that, so stop making fun of me, Lockley, and tell me what you're hiding in our bathroom."

Jake continued to argue, "Just blood on my stuff. I don't want you to even look at it."

Another loud meow and a small paw reaching out from under the bathroom's door sold him out.

In a nod, Jake pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. "Okay fine. It's a cat... A kitten to be exact."

"Bring it here," you instructed your boyfriend and walked to the living room.

After rolling his eyes, he went to the bathroom only to return with a kitten in his arms. "Here."

You immediately approached him and rubbed the kitten's head.

"I just found him in the trash can outside and I couldn't leave this little guy there," Jake shrugged.

You made a quiet awww sound and picked the kitten out of Jake's arms.

"I was also unsure if you would let me keep him here," Jake added.

"Why wouldn't I, silly?"

"Because the building owner is weird and you don't want to have any trouble?" Jake gave you one more shrug. "I hope the kitten isn't a problem."

"Like I'd care about the groaning of that old prick," you told him, cradling the kitten in your arms. "How are we going to name the baby?"

I was going to ask you for a name idea, honey. You always come up with great ones."

You picked the cat up to have a brief look between its legs. "It's a boy. So maybe Nuka?"

Jake rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle. "I know it's a boy, silly. Well, you will have to think about more names then."

"You can give your thoughts too, love," you told him. "We need to take our baby to the vet."

"Babies, cariño," Jake muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have a box full of his siblings in my limo."

You blinked. "What?"

"Well... There was more than one kitten."

"How many?"

"Four more," Jake said quietly.

You gasped quietly. "Mr Lockley, I never thought you would care about the plight of poor stray animals."

"I just like cats, okay?!” Jake groaned, not too happy with your teasing.

You put the kitten down and turned to Jake to give him a deep kiss.

He didn't even dare to protest and kissed you back, grabbing your sides. Once you pulled away, he smiled. "What was that for?”

"For bringing this beautiful furball home. Now, chop chop, move your round ass and get his siblings here."

"You want to keep them all?"

"Why not? Our flat is spacious."

This time he grabbed you by cheeks and kissed you deeply. "I love you."

"Go, go and bring them. I can't wait to see those babies."

🙀 STEVEN 🙀

Steven was busy with a new book you gave him recently. Your return to the flat after work caught his attention. "Evening, luv!" He said cheerfully. "Look, I'm reading the book you got me!"

You entered the flat with something nestled in your arms. "Baby! Can you help me out here?"

In the blink of an eye, Steven sprang from the armchair, abandoning the book on the desk. "Did you go shopping again?" Steven asked softly. "One more trip like that and we'll drown in your dresses."

As you shook your head, a soft chuckle escaped your lips. "This time, no. Take a look at who I brought with me."

A small, red-haired cat was curled up in your arms.

Steve smiled, surprised, and gently touched the kitten. "Who might that be?" He chuckled. "You're a cute one, aren't you? Where did you find this poor thing?"

"I noticed him limping down the street near my office. He was so tired that he kept falling, and it appeared that his back paw was injured. I couldn't let him live on the streets any longer... I had no idea what else I could do."

"Did you take it to the vet? Shall I call someone?"

"Actually, I didn't. I wasn't sure if you'd let me keep him because I live by your house, so first I wanted to see if you'd agree," you explained everything.

The kitten you were holding opened his eyes and meowed loudly, his gaze fixed on Steven. The tiny creature was trembling.

As Steven picked up the kitten from your arms, he gently wrapped it in a blanket from the couch.

"Poor little thing. We need to get you warm and cosy. Then we should take you to the right doctor," He abruptly stopped, looking at the fish tank. "Oh, bloody hell. We cannot have cats here. Gus... Cats eat fish."

You blinked as you listened to Steven's words. "But, babe? Gus lives in his tank. The tank is covered from above. And the kitten is too young to comprehend the significance of his own cat nature and hunting abilities. Not to mention that he's hurt. If he grows up around Gus, he will never attack him..." You made an effort to make your points clear.

"He will learn how to get under the covers if he grows up here," Steven explained, looking at the kitten.

You approached Steven and gently took the cat wrapped in a blanket from his arms. "So, why are you holding such a raging beast?" You couldn't pretend not to be angry with Steven. "It's only a kitten. A furball. He will not attack your goldfish. But if you take him as a treat, I'll take him with me to my old flat, where he won't try to hunt, kill, or eat anyone nor anything."

Don't act so dramatic, darling. I didn't say I wanted to throw him out."

"I'm not being dramatic, but you're accusing him of something he'll never do. You stated that cats consume fish. That is, you attempted to find him guilty before he committed a crime. Are you playing Ammit?" You started raising your voice.

Grabbing your arm gently, Steven protested, "Don't pull that card on me now, luv. I don't judge the kitten. I am just worried about Gus. That's all."

"Do you honestly believe I won't teach the cat not to eat Gus, and treat him like a part of the family instead? Do you think I'm a horrible person? You already know how much I adore your goldfish," you protested.

I never said I thought anything like that. Now you put things into my mouth, and that's something I don't like," Steven said, shaking his head. "Let's get the little guy to the vet, okay?”

"Yes."

Steven nodded and gave you a small smile. "Then we will go to the pet store and get him everything he needs."

"And you promise to not accuse the little one of anything, deal?'

"I promise."

It had been two months. Freddy, the kitty, was doing much better after his injured leg was treated by the veterinarian. He was a bouncing ball of energy who was too cute to not be liked by everyone in the house.

You got home earlier one day because your boss had to close the store where you worked a bit earlier due to computer problems. How surprised were you that Steven wasn't there to greet you right away.

He was on the couch with the kitten on his lap. He was moving his finger right above the kitten's head, giggling when Freddy tried to catch it. "Look at you. Jumping like a little bunny. Someone is getting better."

Your heart melted at that precise moment. You were annoyed with Steven at times for being too harsh with the kitten, but the man was still concerned about his beloved goldfish. However, the scene you witnessed convinced you that Steven adored your new pet. "Hey, boys, I'm back. I can see you two are having a lot of fun!"

"Oh yes we do!" Steven cooed, stroking Freddy's little cheek. "He was a good kitten the entire day. Today, I woke up with him sleeping on my chest. I-it's okay, right?"

"I've been convincing you that he's not a beast, but a sweet, fluffy furball," you flopped on the couch next to Steven and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thanks for giving him a chance. You did the best thing possible by saving his life."

"Although I try, I still get nervous when he sits under the tank and watches," Steven admitted, kissing Freddy's head. "But he is indeed a cute, little furball."

"He watches Gus because it's interesting to him to see other animal just floating so peacefully in the water," you explained. "It's nice to see you two getting along so well. I'm pretty sure you both are the cutest boys around."

😾 MARC 😾

Marc loved visiting your flat. Your cat was the only thing he didn't like. The animal hated Marc, despite your claims that it was sweet and cute.

Your cat was a lovely black girl with a pointy nose and big, golden eyes. She was a sweet furball around you, but whenever Marc came into your flat, she transformed into a demon, as if possessed.

When Spector entered the room that day, your kitten ran up to him and hissed loudly.

Marc frowned in disbelief at the cat. "Yeah. Glad to see you too," Spector groaned, already annoyed before he looked at you. "Why is she like this?"

"Maybe she's just a bit jealous of you, you know? You're the only man that visits us and you pay all of your attention to me," you told him after making it to the hallway to greet him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. There is no doubt in our minds that she is your one and only baby."

"But she can sense that you're a leader type here," you commented. "Maybe we can run a short test?"

"Test? Should I be worried?"

"No. Just come with me," you grabbed Spector's hands and led him behind you, right to the living room.

Reluctantly, Marc nodded and followed you, squeezing your palm.

You asked him to take a seat on the couch.

As reluctantly as before, Marc took a seat and got comfortable. "What are you planning?”

You took a seat by his side, and asked him, "Kiss me now."

Before pulling you into a deep kiss, Marc teased, "So demanding."

The moment you started kissing, your cat jumped on the couch and aggressively poked Marc's lap with her paw.

He glared at the cat, then at you, with an annoyed growl. "She seriously has a problem with me getting close to you. What now?"

In the softest voice you could muster, you advised, "Give her some attention. And change your tone, she can sense your exasperation."

As soon as I touch her, she's going to try to scratch me, you're aware of that, right? She's done that before."

"At least this time, trust me."

As Marc rolled his eyes, he decided to gently scratch the cat behind the ear. It was a hit with cats, wasn't it? What could possibly go wrong?

You knew everything you said was true when you heard a loud purr of approval filling the room.

"I wonder when she'll happily sink her claws into my hand," Marc joked.

The kitten jumped on his lap, made two small spins and laid down, purring loudly. Some moments later, a meow accompanied.

"I still don't trust her. I saw her sharp teeth," Marc said, scratching the cat's back.

"If you give her the attention she seeks, there's no way she'll think of attacking you."

"Are you sure about that? It's a mini version of a tiger."

"It's just a kitten, Marc. You're several times bigger than she is."

Marc was brave enough to pick up the cat and display it to you like a little lion. "Look at those paws. Mini tiger."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Marc, it's a small kitten. She won't eat you alive and all she needs is love."

The cat meowed loudly, wiggling her tail.

"She agrees with me,” Spector added, happy that the kitten finally stopped hissing at him.

"You see? We can say you tamed her in some way," you smiled at Marc.

Marc chuckled and took a look at the kitten. "Yep. When she's not hissing at me, she's not so bad.

The cat freed herself and instantly placed herself on Marc's lap again, purring loudly as soon as her golden eyes were closed and Marc started scratching her back again.

BONUS

🐱 KHONSHU 🐱

Khonshu asked, watching you carry a cat in your arms, "What's the point of this creature even being here?"

A small frown crept on your forehead after you heard Khonshu's words. "Well, she's my cat, and I love her. Do I really need some deeper purpose in keeping a cat at home?"

He scoffed, "In my time those were treated like saints and not like common house mascots."

"Would you tell me more, Khonshu? Of course, I've heard they were worshipped in Egypt."

“Is there anything else you would like to know, woman?" Khonshu asked.

"How did it start?"

"Have you heard about the goddess Bastet?”

"Yes, I did."

"There's no need to discuss that then," the god nodded, getting closer to gently rub the cat's head. "The Egyptians believed cats brought good luck. To honour them, wealthy families dressed them in jewels and fed them royal treats."

Your kitten tried to grab Khonshu's hand, meowing loudly. "This is what I need to do for my beautiful Nea," you smiled, looking at your cat.

"Do you know how to mummify it?" Khonshu asked curiously.

You blinked in disbelief, shaking your head.

"You don't? And you house a cat? Pathetic.”

"I won't mummify my cat after she passes away," you said with a frown. "She'll be buried, that's all."

A roar came from Khonshu. "What? You all lack even a shred of respect these days! I knew humans were stupid, but now it's ridiculous and disrespectful."

"What's your problem this time, 'ol bird?"

He scoffed, scratching the cat's head as he said, "You humans have no respect for old customs. Poor thing will die and be buried without respect."

Your cat tried to be picked up by the creature as best she could.

Khonshu picked up the cat and scratched its chin. During my time, owners would shave their eyebrows as a sign of mourning. They would mourn until their eyebrows grew back," the god stated simply.

You blinked and frowned more. You thought to yourself that as much as you loved your kitten, there was no way for you to shave your fucking eyebrows as a sign of mourning. "Well, it was centuries ago, Khonshu. And now we live in the modern world and we have modern ways to worship our dead, beloved ones."

By burying them like ordinary animals. Modern people are so pathetic and weak."

"Even though you think we're weak and pathetic, we've gained longevity not only for us but also for others thanks to medicine and science," you argued with Khonshu.

A life full of nothing. Hardly worth extending," Khonshu muttered, absorbed in the care of your feline companion.

Your kitten climbed on her back legs and licked Khonshu's beak.

"I will ensure that you are respected after you are gone, my dear," Khonshu promised, stroking your kitten's head carefully.

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Steven/Marc Distraction Event- Overstimulation

Join the Event

It most certainly is on the list, anon! Here’s overstimulation with our favorite little dumpster fires, Marc and Steven.

These are NSFW blurbs for AFAB reader with Steven Grant and Marc Spector of the show Moon Knight. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Overstim

Oral (f receiving)

Hair pulling

Discussion of SSC practices and safewords

Pet names

Slight dom!Steven

Definite dom!Marc

Light bondage

Use of a vibrator

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

Steven

“Steven, Steven, please,” you begged breathlessly, fingers lacing in his hair, weakly tugging at his curls. “No more, please.”

His face finally appeared from between your thighs, warm brown eyes locking onto yours as he placed a kiss at the top of your slit, looking at you innocently.

“You taste s’good f’me, dove,” he said between tender kisses to your inner thigh, his hands caressing the skin of your leg while also holding it open. “Best thing ‘ve ever tasted.”

“Steven, it’s too much-” you started to protest, but his fingers dipping into your sopping cunt cut you off.

“Shhh,” he soothed, “I’ve been away from this pretty cunt for almost a week. Gotta catch up fo’ all that time, yeah?”

You nodded helplessly as he pulled his finger out and sucked it clean. He lowered his head back down to your pussy, face right in line with your swollen arousal.

“You remember the word right, the word you say when you want me to stop?” he questioned, putting his own desires aside for a moment. You nodded.

“What is it?”

He wanted you to confirm it. To know you could stop this if you wanted to.

“Cairo,” you sighed, earning a gentle smile from Steven before he continued to absolutely ravish you with his mouth and hands.

Marc

Your hips thrashed wildly as Marc pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream. The fifth orgasm of the night washed over you and you were beginning to regret indulging his little fantasy.

Like most people, when your incredibly hot and sexy partner approached you with the idea–a night for him to make you cum as many times as possible–you were understandably intrigued. And when he mentioned a little bondage action, you were even more excited.

Oh how naive you’d been.

You’d been lying on your back on your shared bed, wrists tied above you to the headboard, for the better part of the hour. Your body was covered in a sheen of sweat and your breath came in ragged gasps. If you could see yourself, you were sure you would have looked a mess, but Marc looked at you like the most beautiful sunset in the world.

“God, you’re taking this so well,” he praised, giving you a moment’s reprieve from the torture of your favorite toy. “You still with me, sugar?”

“Yeah,” you groaned lowly, rolling your head on the pillow to face him. Marc turned the vibrator off, and you sighed in relief. “We’re done?” you asked hopefully.

Marc’s eyes narrowed and a devilish expression took over his face.

“Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”

His tongue attacked your cunt with all the fervor of a man starved, as if he hadn’t eaten you to your first two releases. As orgasm number six built in your core, you couldn’t help but appreciate having the kind of man who enjoyed your pleasure just as much, if not more, than his own.

#steven/marc distraction event #steven grant #steven grant smut #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant x reader smut #steven grant x reader fluff #steven grant blurb #marc spector #marc spector smut #marc spector fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector x reader smut #marc spector x reader fluff #marc spector blurb #moon knight #moon knight blurbs

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softieekayy · 10 months

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Okay yall I’m trying to find two moonknight fics. One is where the reader is being fucked by Jake in his limo and he films it and there’s also some gun play involved. The other one is on Ao3 where Layla and Marc hate the reader for doing something to Marc but she was just trying to protect them or something and there’s this chapter in the series where reader is captured by Harrow and he shoots her and Marc arrives too late to come save her or something. It is like really angsty. If anyone can find and link them below it’d be highly appreciated!!

EDIT: i found the Jake one. It’s called bad habits by Qakegf on Ao3!!

EDIT NO.2: @ellie-williamss found the second fic for me!! It’s this one

#moonknight #marc spector x reader fluff #Marc spector angst #Marc spector fluff #Marc spector x reader smut #Steven grant #Steven grant x reader #Steven grant angst #Jake lockley smut #Jake lockley #layla el faouly #khonshu

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Adeline’s Hex +18 Smut

Slight Dom!Steven Grant x Black!Virgin!Reader

A/N: When I write the reader, the intention is so that it is inclusive. However, there aren’t much fics catered to black women specifically. Every now and then I want to write fics catered to a specific kind of reader so they’ll feel represented but honestly anyone can enjoy this fic 😊 Who wouldn’t with all the smuttiness that will ensue. This is a sex pollen fic,too. Please Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.4k words

Summary: When a mysterious artifact is delivered to the museum. You and Steven decide to inspect it. What you didn’t anticipate was the item containing a potent drug similar to ecstasy, sex pollen.

Warnings: age gap (legal), public sex, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, slight blood kink, black magic, slight dub con (via sex pollen), (reverse cowgirl) riding, oral sex (f receiving), graphic language

Adeline’s Hex

You’d gotten this huge opportunity to work in a very prestige Egyptian-centered historical museum in London having to move from the U.S. When you’d first arrive as the curator for the museum, you were incredibly nervous. After all you were young and just getting your foot in the door of the art world.

But then you met Steven Grant. The cute, wacky, intelligent mercenary who happened to speak French, too. Soon the two of you were the best of friends and you’d talk shit about your short-termpered boss, Donna, in French and developed your own insiders.

Although, you’d always found Steven to be quite attractive, you wouldn’t dare ruin the bond you both shared. Not to say that there weren’t any attempts on your part to showcase your attraction. You’ve definitely flirted with him on occasion. You laid it on thick sometimes, even. Yet, it didn’t seem like he paid you any mind in that kind of way. Why would he when he’s already had women fawning over him and hoping to bed him? You assumed that in his eyes he’d looked at you as the young, nerdy, naive art enthusiast looking for a mentor.

But you didn’t want a mentor or a friend in him. You wanted more. You’d fantasized about his hands and lips all over you nearly every night. It didn’t help that he’d give you light touches throughout the day either. Patting you on the back, moving the kinky curls of your hair from your eyes, fleeting hand touches. Not to mention, his intense stares when you’d go on rambling about a random topic. It was all too much.

It was evening. The museum closed. You were at your desk looking at some new arrivals to expect for the museum.

Steven closes up shop, heading over to you with a heavy wooden crate with a crowbar at the top.

“Delivery.” He singsongs.

I look up from my computer. “Where’d that come? I’ve already received all the needed packages for today.”

“I’m not quite sure but it’s postmarked to this very museum,” He sets it down on the desk before picking up the crowbar. “And it comes with a bonus gift!”

You stood up from your seat, going around your desk so that you could get a closer inspection of the box. The big, red word: “FRAGILE” plastered on the side.

“I wonder what it could be.” You say eyeing the thing.

“Worst case scenario: it’s a bomb.” Steven jokes.

“Well, no point in letting the time tick to zero,” You say, still studying the box for any clues. “Wanna do the honors or should I?”

“You mean, we’re going to actually open the creepy death box.”

“Yes, I’d kinda want to know if what’s in here is actually meant to be here or if we’d have to call SCO-19. Quit being a scaredy cat.” You teased.

“Since, I’m a gentleman,” He says with a shaky voice. “I’ll do the honors.”

You put a hand over your heart further teasing him. “Aw, my hero.”

Steven shoves the tip of the crowbar into the box’s top, hearing a crack to signal that its opening up. Steven still hesitant to open the box, you place a hand over his to grip the crowbar as well. You both look at each other, nod, then pull down.

A final crack sounds and the box is fully open and a cloud of dust disperses. Packing peanuts and bubble wrapped stuffed at the top of the box, obscuring your view of the items inside. Steven takes the initiative and puts his hand into the box and pulling out a porcelain doll with dark brown skin and a traditional Haitian dress. The doll had a sad expression on its face. A red ribbon tying a description tag to the doll’s right hand.

“A doll?” Steven asks, bewilderment in his tone.

“Looks familiar,” You take it from his hands, inspecting it. You notice Steven wiping his hands on his pants. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just a bit of dust, is all.”

Thats’s when you read the name on the tag and your eyes widened. “La Peau de Lueur.” You whispered.

“Glow Skin,” Steven translates. “What does that…” Steven looks at his hands seeing it shimmer like glitter.

Your eyes widened. “My parents told me the story of this artifact as a child. When they were younger and living in a small village in Haiti, there was a woman, Adeline. She killed herself after learning of that her husband was unfaithful. When the authorities found the body, she was found clutching a doll in her right hand. Legend has it that she was a witch who dabbled in black magic and transferred her soul to the doll. Whoever is unlucky enough to encounter it will be hex’d. This dust is no ordinary dust, Steven. It’s some fucking kind of potent death pollen!”

Steven is now heavily breathing, a bead of sweat forming at his forehead. “Bloody hell,” He exclaims. “That can’t possibly be true. Are you saying we could die?”

“It sounds absurd, yes. But look at us. We’re a mess. It must be real.”

Your heartbeat was racing and the your skin shimmered. Steven had more exposure than you so his symptoms were full blown. His eyes were dark, lips pouty, raging erection straining his pants, and the shimmering against his olive skin made him look so delicious.

“There must be something we could do.”

Your legs felt like jelly. You rest your back against one of the tall pillars in the room for support.

You read the note on the card aloud.

*“Quand la poussière retombe

La peau brillera

La chaleur va monter

Tu rencontreras ta mort

Mais à travers les affres de l'extase

Alors tu seras Libra.”

“Throes of ecstasy? As in…”

You nod. “It’s the only way to break the curse.”

It was unfortunate that your first time having sex would be an involuntary decision. But somehow you felt worse for Steven. He’s no way attracted to you yet he’s forced in this union, too.

“Do you want this?” His body suddenly against yours. You were now sandwiched between his hard body and the hard pillar.

The aching and throbbing between your legs increases. “I do. I want it.” You bite back a moan as he ground himself against you, feeling his arousal. His body against yours gave some relief but it wasn’t enough.

He brings his both his hands up, sliding them over your clothed arms before settling them at the buttons of your cardigan. He looks up at you and you nod. Unbottoning the sweater, he pulls it off you before throwing it to the ground.

You wore flimsy white spaghetti stap top underneath. Your nipples hard, peaking through. He ghosts his lips over your collarbone as he lowers the straps to your top.

Then, He blows air against your neck while plucking at your nipples through your shirt. And you absolutely melt. “Mmm.” You moan with a shudder.

“Is that good?” He sounded so sexy. Lust clearly in his voice. His accent thicker than ever. You reminded yourself it was only the pollen that’s causing him to want you.

“Yes. So good.” You dig your nails into the small of his back.

“I can practically smell your arousal between your legs,” His lips now to your ear. “Would you like me to taste?”

You nod, frantically.

“Use your words, love.”

“Please. Taste me, Steven.” You say, breathlessly.

“Such a good girl.” He growls before his hands hikes up your pencil skirt. He slowly pulls down your underwear, lowering to his knees. Draping one of your legs over his shoulders, his face is now staring at your cunt.

He groans, bringing his finger up to spread your lips. “Look at that pretty pussy. So wet. So plump. Begging to be filled.”

His swipes his tongue quickly at your clit. You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a scream.

He pulls your hand away. “No. I want to hear you. Put your arms behind you. Wrap them around that pillar until I tell you to move them.”

You whine but all you could do was obey. His presence itself commanded it. “Keep your eyes on mine.” He says as he’s inching towards your pussy. His lips latching onto your clitoris.

You’re a writhing and moaning mess. Your moans bouncing through the walls of the museum. “St-Steven, f-fuck.”

“That’s it, darling. Scream for me,” His hot breath against your core. “Go on and let those hands free. Want them in my hair.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Your hands immediately flew down to grip his dark curls, pushing his head further against you. You don’t know whether you want to throw your head back to scream or continue looking into his lust-filled eyes.

He’s gone completely feral. He feasted on your flesh as if you were the juiciest fruit. Your breathing becoming so frantic, you were worried you’d pass out.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking incredible.” He groans, kissing at your flesh. You notice him jerking himself as he ate you out.

“Steven,” You whimpered. You were so turned on by the sight of him getting pleasure from your pleasure. “I need you to fuck me. Now. I’m aching for you.”

“Gotta get you ready for me, love.”

He pushes a finger in you. Your eyes widen at the intrusion. You’ve had your fingers in you before but his were way thicker and longer. “Oh, my god. Oh, fuck.”

“A tight little thing, aren’t ya,” He says, pumping his finger in and out. “I’ll have to break you in.” He adds another finger, looking up to watch your reaction.

You squirm and cried out. His thick fingers stretched you in ways you weren’t sure were possible. He pumped in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace, rubbing at your clit with his thumb at a similar speed.

But then he adds his tongue into the equation once again. You were a goner. The coil finally snaps and you scream an ear -piercing scream. But his tongue doesn’t stop and he’s still pumping with his fingers at your sensitive core.

You were a sobbing mess and it only seemed to urge him on. This man was not the Steven you knew. The man you knew was shy, sweet, level-headed. But this Steven was a man possessed. “Oh god, please. I need your cock. I want you to ruin me.”

This seemed to be enough to end both of your torture because he pulls his mouth away from your dripping core. He spreads your cardigan on the floor. “Strip.”

You both quickly discarded of your clothes. Steven’s lying on his back on the cardigan. “I want you to ride me.”

You put your legs on either side of his body. Lowering yourself, your pussy hovering just above his erection. It stood tall, looked painfully hard but ready to enter you. It looked almost intimidating.

“I’m a virgin,” You confess. You know you were ruining the mood. But you had to let him know. Obviously, you had to do this or the inevitable will happen but you had to warn him in case the sex is bad. In case, he questioned you for your inexperience.

He looks up at me with pity. “Honestly, I would’ve wished to be able to take you out on a date before we went to this step.”

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes,” He put his hands to his face. “I’m a fool for holding back for so long. I was just scared you didn’t see me that way. Not to mention, you’re much younger. I assumed you prefer men—“ He chokes out a moan as you lowed down on his dick taking his tip into you.

“Steven! Shit. You’re so fucking big,” You bring your hands back behind you, resting them on both his legs for support. “I want you to watch your cock filling me.”

You lowered yourself taking him inch by inch. The stretching causing a slight burn. Groans slipping from both your lips. You go up again and slide back down. Eventually, you find a delicious rhythm that has you both basking in its intensity.

“God, I love watching that tight cunt swallowing me whole.” His cock glistening from your slick and blood. He didn’t want to admit it to you but he took pride in seeing the blood as a reminder that he’s officially popped your cherry.

He’s dreamt of this moment for so long. He assumed you to be inexperienced because of the way you’d blush when anything remotely sexual was mention, but you’d been virgin. It made the most sense.

After going up and down a few times, pleasure took over most of the pain of being stretched and soon you brought your hands to his chest for support and slamming down your hips. He bottoms out.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Steven groans.

You ride him as if this was something you’ve done countless times before. You circle your hips and went up and down, teasing him a bit.

“You’re doing amazing,” He praises.

You lean in, kissing him. The kiss is hungry and your tongues fought for dominance as you continue to ride him. When you pulled away, a line saliva connecting your lips broke off against your chin and dripped down your chest.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good around me,” You clenched, he moans at the action. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“I’m gonna cum, too. Want your cum so badly. I want you to cum on my ass.” You whine. He growls at that proclamation. Your butt was one of the many parts of you that he loved.

You rotate yourself with his dick still inside, your back now facing him. He takes your hips and pounds into you. “Oh, fuuuck!” The pressure in your stomach building.

“Rub that clit for me, darling,” He moans. “Go on. Let me feel you cum.”

Those words were enough. You feel your orgasm crash into like a freight train. You rubbed at yourself frantically, trembling violently on his cock. Tears once again streaming down your face. Clenching super hard around him making it difficult for him to pump in and out of you. Your breath taken away. You gasp for air. Once you recovered your breath, you felt Steven’s thrust begin to falter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He pulls out of you with a groan and you feel the spurts of warmth on your ass. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, completely satisfied.

You slip off of him laying beside him on the cardigan. The two of you panting for air until you both broke out in giggles.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the middle of the museum. We are so fired.” You laughed.

Steven laughs, shrugging. “Worth it.”

English Translation

* When the dust settles

The skin will shimmer

The heat will rise

You will meet your demise

But through the throes of ecstasy

Then so shall you be set free

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down2illusions · 2 years

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Notecard: Message Sent

Focus Ship: Marc Spector/ Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 1205

Content: Second person POV, focus mostly on Reader (no use of Y/N), Surprise flowers, unsigned notecards,, Steven trying to be funny and Marc being soft, hurting Marc’s feelings a little 🤏 bit, lightly implied mental health struggles for reader, obvious clues, slight cliffhanger for an end credit scene

Summary: You received flowers from an unknown sender while at work. You don’t know who sent them, but they need to stop psychologically attacking you with positive messages.

A/N: This is my first fic for Moon Knight and I’m trying to get comfortable with writing the characters. I'd appreciate it if you can tell me how I did so I can improve. I hope you enjoy the read, if not, happy scrolling!

A white note card poked into your fingertips. The black ink from a felt-tipped pen forced you to keep the card in your hands. You could fidget all you wanted, but never put it down.

Don’t stress yourself out too much, Sunshine. I promise it'll brighten up.

Ironic how this message, short and sweet, made your hair turn white the longer you stared.

The first time you read it, a quick glance more than anything, it was a surprise. Marc and Steven wouldn’t send flowers to your job, but the card wasn’t signed by anyone. Contrary to what a few of your coworkers believe, you had no clue who sent you the flowers the note card was attached to. There wasn’t much time to dwell, work had to continue.

The second time you scanned the print, it was because the tiny, white flowers gazed at you through the bush of sunflowers. You gave into the pleading eyes, picking the card out of the stand. The second read turned into a third, then forth, then you stopped. You blinked fast with the card inches from your face. If you were to almost cry over two sentences on a piece of paper, then you would rather be at home.

You left the room to go to the restroom and collect yourself. You tried to put it out of your mind, but the words seared into your brain. You didn’t know who sent you those flowers, but they’ve seen you.

Now that you’re home, your eyes cycle through the two sentences again and again. No matter how many times you read it, the words stay the same– as hard as it was to believe that someone would send you these.

Your eyes linger on the promise, a rock thrown through a window. How did they know you were having a hard time in the first place? You stay up into the early hours of the morning, but you don’t tell anyone you were tired. You walk out the door everyday after you made sure you looked well enough. No matter what’s thrown your way, you don’t let it stop you. You swallowed, your grip tightened on the note card. Were you not as good as you thought you were?

If this stranger was able to find out, does this mean Marc and Steven were catching on too? If they already caught on, they would say something, right?

The atmosphere thickened, the flowers on your desk stared back with vicious intent. You couldn’t let anyone know what they meant to you, but the idea of throwing them away left a tear in your gut.

An image from the corner of your eye pulled you out of the haze and spiral snapping your head toward Steven. He had a pamphlet and a thicker book in his hands along with a lingering smile on his face. His bag was on the arm of your couch, open, in front of the door, and his spare-key hung on the tiny shelf next to the door. Your eyes landed on him as quickly as they left. Your throat tightened. He was looking at you, past you, and probably through you, as well.

Before he was able to ask any questions, you answered, “Sorry I didn’t get the door, I’m trying to figure out who sent me these and I didn’t hear you.” You tilted your head slightly toward the flowers turning your attention to the paper again.

Steven’s smile came back on his face. “It’s alright, we all have our days. Although, whoever sent these must have good taste. How’d you know it wasn’t us,” he asked, placing the items on the couch.

You shook your head, “Neither of you send me flowers...”

Dense clouds rolled into the room, the tear in your stomach doubled. “I give you flowers…” There was no accent, only the echo of your bad choice of words and a sickening feeling in your head.

With wide eyes, you stammered to find a grasp on your sentence. “Sorry, not what I meant-“ you mustered. You put the notecard down and got up from the chair. Marc got you carnations a few weeks ago, “you do give me flowers–” the box of dried flowers, a handful from each bouquet, came to memory– along with the notecards he and Steven wrote paperclipped together in your desk drawer. “You give me a lot of flowers, and I love them, and I love you, I appreciate you, you’re an amazing partner– Steven, you’re also an amazing partner and– “

Your hand was lifted up, Marc’s thumb caressing the back of it as he smiled with a slight nod. “We know…”

The tension leaves the room allowing you to breathe. Gazing at the hands quietly you explained, “you wouldn’t have flowers delivered to my job. My coworkers are very nosey. Even if you wanted them all in our business, I know you’d give them to me or at least sign the card. Y’know?”

“So who got you those?”

You shook your head. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out, but they didn’t sign the card or put anything useful. It’s just telling me to ‘be positive!’”, you finished with playful mockery.

Marc laughed alongside you lowering your hands. “So what are you planning on doing with them,” he asked looking at the flowers.

“Keeping them, I guess. I can’t just throw them away.”

“Yeah, it really brightens up the place. It also distracts from all the papers you have lying around.”

“I’m working on it,” you pull your hand out of his and give him a light shove.

“You’ve been “working on it” for a while now.”

“It’s a process,” you said walking over to your desk. Admittedly, Marc had a point. The mess was spreading to every conceivable flat surface. You grabbed the nearest heep and straightened out the papers then started topping it with whatever loose sheets and notebooks came into your sight.

“Maybe we should head to the shops,” Steven said, joining you at your desk. ”We can’t have some random person showing us up, yeah? I can also tell you about the new display.”

The flowers stood out against the navy sky beyond the window, the smaller buds were no longer vicious. They were only flowers, nothing more. ”Yeah.” You put down the papers, then slid the notecard under the vase. You glimpsed at the name the sender called you. Sunshine. The sender didn’t intend on throwing a rock through the window. Yeah, we should go,” you smiled at Steven.

You spent too long staring at that notecard. You can worry about the details another time.

—

You walked into the breakroom where a new vase of sunflowers sat. One of your coworkers told you it was here before opening. You approached the flowers and went right for the note with no time to waste– it was bad enough you came in late, you didn’t need another distraction.

It was a different note card, one with a fancy design on the back of the card, instead of plain white. You flipped it over to find the pretty print of ballpoint ink.

It’s okay to relax a little. Have a great day, Sunshine.

–JL

#if I have to deal with my mediocre writing so do you #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader #Marc Spector x reader fluff #Steven grant x reader fluff

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ashessonfire · 4 months

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Moonknight requests <3

After going on another Moonknight rampage, I really want to write for the boys!! Please send in any ideas, fic requests, or headcanons, I will work with anything (only off limit is no smut!!) <33

#moon knight #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moonknight headcanons #steven grant x reader fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x reader fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley fluff #steven grant headcanons #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #marvel x reader

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lokisfirecracker · 2 years

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marc spector tags

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x female reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector angst #marc spector smut #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector x reader fluff #marc spector x reader angst #marc spector x reader smut

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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Flick Of A Paint Brush

Moon System

You being a artist while dating them

Steven Grant

He gets you specific things like bowls, mugs, plates, vases etc just so when he sees them or uses them he thinks of you, definitely not so if in the future they find it they'll know how much of a great artist you are.

When he finally gets the courage his asks you to teach him how to paint his curiosity sparked by watching you paint and how you get so involved with each swipe of the paint brush.

If you ask to paint him, he'll become a babblering mess, his breath catching in his throat while his cheeks turn dark red, if he agrees he'll be fidgeting with his hands the entire time.

His most prized possession from you was a vase you brought from Walmart it was plane white intill you had a free afternoon, you painted some of his favorite gods onto it even wrote a little message in hieroglyphics which he stares at everytime he misses you.

Marc Spector

He let's you doodle all over, when watching a movie he gives you his arm to doodle on when your bored, he stares at each thing you've drawn in the mirror when you have fallen asleep, he takes a photo of each one compiling a album of all of them.

He'd rather watch then join and if you 'convince' him he'll begrudgingly join in but he'll get distracted easily and just stare at you instead.

He'll be all bashful if you ask to paint him he'll joke about being naked while posing dramatically but he gets more intrigued and curious as he sees you go into great detail capturing his every detail.

His favorite was a little doodle you did while he was sleeping his naked chest was just a blank canvas waiting to be doodled on it was a little moon with a fox sitting on it with his tail hanging down you have to make him not tattoo it on so he was a photo printed out next to your guys bed.

Jake Lockley

He's more of a classical person and buys you different size canvas so he can hang them around the apartment to make it more homey and so the apartment will feel like you even if your not there but also staring at the paintings calms him down.

He's a brave man no one can deny that but never in a million years will he get enough courage to ask you if he could join he's to scared he'll ruin the paints or break the paint brushes.

He'll refuse at first but as he sees the more effort you put in into asking him he'll cave but you'll have to tell him to smile or remind him to stay still.

He loves the big canvas painting you did of your guys first date it was in a coffee shop by the ocean he finds just by looking at it he gets the fuzzy feeling again he felt on the date.

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b6cky · 2 years

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overachiever

requested by anon

request/synopsis: the reader suffers from self-loathe due to emotionally abusive parents, often seeks validation through achievement, frequently compares themselves, immense guilt & shame for past mistakes and they just feel, undeserving or unworthy. and someday they just fall into this spiral of self hatred and steven or marc sort of reassures them. i'd like the reader to be in a romantic relationship with steven (and only steven).

pairing: steven grant x gn!reader (romantic), marc spector x gn!reader (platonic/acquaintanceship)

warnings: child abuse (mentioned/implied), emotional abuse (mentioned/implied), hurt/comfort, panic attack, y/n not in a great mental mindset, unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader gets triggered

moonknight taglist: @laufeyamp

author’s notes: don’t push yourself to read anything that may be triggering to you, take care of yourself before anything else <3 i hit 350 while on my hiatus thank you everyone so much :) i hope you like this!!!

likes, rbs and comments are always appreciated <3

y/n was certainly not a stranger to overworking themself and that much was obvious to those that were close to them. hell, even those that weren’t - like marc.

recently y/n had been working themself to the bone at their job during the day and at home during the night. it was starting to worry steven, he obviously knew that y/n suffered with their mental health sometimes, it was a topic he often avoided speaking about with y/n. every time he would bring it up, they’d shut down emotionally and mentally checked out of the conversation. but he was getting really worried about about them.

“y/n, love…” steven nervously fidgeted with his hands, looking at the back of y/n’s head. they were hunched over slightly, typing away at their computer, “could we talk?”

y/n tried to play his words off, but their fingers froze on the keyboard, the phrase ‘could we talk?’ shot a spear of insecurity right through their chest, but they tried to get right back to work.

“what’s up, steven? we can talk, i’m just finishing this report for someone at work,” y/n mumbled back to him, “and i have that report to do for mike after, but i could do it tomorrow? no, i’d rather do it tonight and get it done.”

at this point, y/n wasn’t even talking to steven, more to themself if anything.

“okay.. i just, i dunno, gosh how do i do this,” steven gulped taking a deep breath, oblivious to y/n’s hands that had started to shake. is he going to break up with me. was all that y/n could think in that moment, the words on their screen blurring.

“y/n, i think you need a break.. from work i mean,” steven added quickly, not wanting to accidentally break up with his partner, “you’ve been working so hard recently, and i just thought.. maybe you’d like to go for a walk, or maybe watch some telly?”

“a break?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed together and they turned to look at steven, “from what? i’ve been barely doing anything?”

at this point their demeanour had switched from anxious to confused and angry, not steven, but at themself.

“what?” steven was shocked, “barely doing anything? have you lost your bloody mind? sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean that like that, you’ve just.. you’ve been so busy, you need a break, just come sit with me?”

“i can’t, i have to get this work done, jim, harry, kerri and lisa all expect this done by tomorrow, i can’t let them down, i’m not even working as much as i should, steven!” y/n huffed, frustrated at themself and the fact they weren’t doing as much as they thought they should.

“love, would you just listen? please, just relax for a sec-“ before steven could utter another word, y/n’s head snapped in his direction and they felt something inside them snap.

“relax?!” y/n raised their voice, “i can’t relax, steven! i have to get this work done, i have to keep working, i have to keep taking people’s work to do, i have to keep doing favours for people, i have to keep working! if i don’t, i’ll lose my job, people won’t like me, they would’ve been right all along and i can’t give them the satisfaction!!”

y/n didn’t wait for a reply, before they went back to the chair and sat down, getting right back to work.

“y’know, if people don’t like you if you’re not doing favours for ‘em, they probably aren’t good people,” marc leaned against the doorframe, staring at the back of y/n’s head.

“hi, marc.” y/n ignored his statement and continued to type.

“who’s ‘them’, you said ‘they would’ve been right all along’.” marc questioned, knowing steven probably would’ve ignored their outburst and left them to work themself to death, since steven wasn’t the most confrontational guy.

“the people at work,” y/n scoffed.

“yeah, no, we both know that’s bullshit, so are you gonna be honest with me, or are you gonna keep yelling at steven.” marc crossed his arms over his chest, his back against a wall now.

“hey, listen, i really appreciate it if you want to help, or whatever this is supposed to be, but i have work to do, i don’t care if you think what i said was bullshit, but i am sorry for yelling at steven, i shouldn’t have done that.” y/n sighed, turning around on the chair to look at marc.

“working yourself to death won’t get rid of your problems.”

“yeah? well, it’s been doing a pretty damn good job, thanks.” y/n mirrored his body language, crossing their arms.

“who’s ‘them’?” he asked again, his tone more stern than before.

“i already told you-“

“don’t give me that bullshit, who’s ‘them’.”

“i already told you, marc!” y/n yelled, not liking how easily that the man could see through them, despite only speaking to him very rarely.

“who’s. them.” he repeated slowly, but just as sternly as before. y/n froze and their eyes darted around the room quickly, almost as if checking they were still in the same place as they had been the whole evening, “y/n, you gotta tell me, who’s th-“

“stop!! stop asking! stop asking questions! stop! i can’t tell you! i can’t tell you! they can’t win! they can’t be right!” y/n yelled, their hands wrapping around their body tightly, almost too tightly. they stared at the ground, their breath getting quicker.

“nothing’s ever good enough! i’m not good enough! i’m nothing! i’ll always be nothing! i don’t deserve to have a break! i don’t deserve anything!” y/n yelled, their voice cracking as tears threatened to spill from their eyes.

“hey, hey, you’re safe, you’re okay,” marc rushed over to y/n and sat in front of them on the ground, “they can’t hurt you, you’re safe.”

“i know they are watching me! just laughing at how much of a pathetic disgrace i am to them!” y/n’s hands went up to their face to cover their eyes with the palms of their hands, “everyone else is always lying to me! they are the only ones that have told me the truth!”

“you are not a pathetic disgrace, not one bit, i want to help you, steven wants to help you, but we can’t help you, if you don’t talk to us, okay?” marc had his hands on y/n’s knees, not getting too close that they would freak out, but not too far that y/n would feel alone. he already had a slight idea about who ‘they’ were, but he needed to hear it.

“i- no- i can’t, please- just, please just leave and let me work, i’ve already lost so much time, please.” y/n begged.

“y/n, calm down, okay? i’m sorry, but working is the last thing you need right now.”

“you don’t.. you don’t understand, i need to work,” y/n sobbed.

“explain why then, just tell me why you need to work and i’ll leave you alone, i just want a real reason, no lies.” marc put his hands up to show he was being truthful. y/n’s arms dropped to their lap

“my.. no, i’m sorry- i’m not doing this.”

“take your time, can’t give me a real reason if you don’t think about it first, right?” he raised an eyebrow at them and they sighed.

“my parents, they.. they um, i have- fuck!” y/n leaned their head back to look at the ceiling contemplating whether to open up, or just continue to stare at the ceiling. it took a few minutes for y/n to speak again, but marc understood, “my parents … they um..were never good parents.”

marc hummed, trying to get them to continue.

“they weren’t even good people, i wouldn’t say they abused me, because they didn’t? i mean, they never hurt me… no.. they did, but not like.. it was- y’know.. i deserved it,” y/n paused taking a shaky breath, unsure of what they were saying, “they would just.. always bully me. tell me how awful i am, which fuck, i don’t need someone to tell me that i already know it, i already knew it as a child! i’d be berated about every grade i got, every piece of clothing i wore, every word i fucking said! everything! everything was never good enough for them!”

“y/n..” marc spoke in a low, but calm, tone, not wanting to panic them, or stress them out more than he did already. y/n looked down from the ceiling and looked into his eyes, “i need you to listen to me, okay?”

“.. okay.”

“your parents…” he sighed, “everything that they did, everything they said, that was abuse.”

marc’s words hit them right in the chest.

“i can’t breathe.” y/n spoke abruptly and shakily, their eyes wide with fear and begging for some kind of help.

“hey, you’re okay, you’re with me, look at me, you’re fine,” marc was knelt in front of y/n, his hands on their knees gently, not wanting to suffocate them, “okay we’re going to take some deep breaths together, i’m right here okay, you’re safe, nothing is going to happen to you.”

“okay- okay, okay i can breathe- i can-“ y/n’s speech coming out a lot quicker than they would have liked. every breath they took wasn’t enough. it felt as if the oxygen in the room had decreased and they were suffocating.

“okay, good now breathe with me, okay? in… one two three four, hold one two three four and breathe out, one two three four, that was good, you’re doing good, let’s do it again, in.. one two three four, hold one two three four and breathe out one two three four… okay, isn’t that better and now keep doing that, but i’m going to ask you some questions and you can take as long as you want answering them, is that okay?” marc spoke firmly, yet as gently as he could. there was an unspoken sense of understanding between the two. marc had been in y/n’s one too many times to not know how to deal with a panic attack.

“that’s.. that’s okay..” y/n’s voice had become hoarse and scratchy, but their breathing more even and controlled.

“can you name five things that you can see in the apartment right now?”

y/n chewed on their cheek, a nervous habit, but did their best to look around the flat they shared with steven, “you.. uhm… steven’s poetry books, uh.. the paperweight he stole from work by accident.. uhm..”

“it’s okay, take your time.”

“gus and.. the lights? is that five?”

“good job, you did good,” marc smiled to affirm his words were genuine, “do you need to talk?”

“probably… i don’t want to just.. dump stuff on you like that though, i’ve really ruined your evening, huh?” y/n gave a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

they’re wrong, you’re perfectly capable of ruining the evening by yourself, marc.

“thanks steven.”

“what’d he say?” y/n’s lips twitched into a smile, or at least an attempt to smile at the mention of their boyfriend.

“he said you haven’t ruined anything and that i’m capable of ruining an evening by myself.” marc scoffed lightheartedly, knowing it would put a smile on their face.

“steven… c’mon..” y/n attempted to defend marc, but their laughter overpowered their ability to speak. marc was very easy to spot when he was fronting, a glass of whisky always nearby him and an unamused expression across his face, opposed to steven’s meek smile.

“oh wow, both of you?” marc shook his head, but knew it was all in good nature.

“sorry, sorry,” y/n wiped their eyes and nose, “thank you, both of you.. i really can’t say how grateful i am for your help.”

“you might not be ready to talk about it, that’s fine, but steven and i are always here to listen, no matter how much i ruin evenings.” marc joked, knowing that what y/n needed was for things to be as normal as they could. well, marc making jokes was already a foreign experience, but y/n nevertheless appreciated his effort, seeing as marc wasn’t very present in y/n’s day to day life. y/n laughed again, knowing there was truth behind what he had said.

“steven wants to front now, is that okay?” marc asked softly.

the guilt of yelling at steven rose in y/n’s chest, but they nodded, wanting to apologise to their boyfriend. y/n stayed quiet and still, allowing marc and steven to switch.

“y/n!” steven instantly wrapped his arm’s around y/n’s waist holding them as tightly as he could. well, obviously not too tight.

“steven… i’m so so so sorry for yelling at you, i’m so sorry,” y/n leaned down, pressing kisses against his curls.

“darling, you don’t have to apologise for anything, promise! i’m okay, see!” he leaned away , grinning widely at them, “nothing old steven here can’t handle!”

“i’m still so sorry, i promise i’ll never take my anger out on you again, that was unfair for me to do and i promise i’ll try to not work so much.” y/n started to tear up again.

“love, i promise i’m fine, you did nothing wrong, everyone has their moments, hell if i worked as hard as you did, i’d probably be a full blown nutter by now!” steven laughed, reaching up to wipe away the tears from y/n’s cheeks, “i truly admire you like the stars in the sky, you work so hard and i really admire that about you! but you need to give yourself a break sometimes, yeah?”

“i know, i’ll try, i promise.”

“i know you will,” steven smiled, looking at y/n as if they had hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon across the canvass of indigo, “how about.. i get you some water and you go get changed into some jammies, yeah? that sound good?”

“sounds like a plan.” y/n pressed a kiss against his forehead.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Moonboys vs period || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Summary: What would Moonboys do if you were on your period?

Warnings: Jake is NSFW - minors DNI!

Word count: 1636

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader ; Jake Lockley x fem!Reader ; Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: there was no beta-reading for Spanish sentences

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

The delicate lining of the womb was being ripped out in a flow of blood. Until the nerve endings become numb, it could be as painful as it sounds. You have always wanted your boyfriend to empathize with you. The only way to improve your mood was to be there emotionally and offer chocolate.

On the second day of laying in your shared bed with a heating pad pressed to your abdomen, whining from time to time as cramps were too strong to bear, you tried your best to focus on a documentary movie about otters you'd been watching.

Steven:

He just returned home. Not seeing you walking around and doing your stuff worried him a lot. It was the second day and you were still bedridden.

"Y/N?” He asked, walking to the bed to make sure you weren't asleep. Steven smiled once he saw you awake. "Hiya, luv. How are you doing? Any better today?"

You looked at him gently picking your head from the pillow. "Hey, Steven. It's no better, at all, instead, my guts feel like being crushed."

"Oh you poor thing," he said, sitting down next to you. "Can I get you anything? How can I help?"

You slowly sat up, looked at him, and started crying, loudly, your entire body shaking as you did. "Can you just hug me, please?"

Steven was a tad taken aback but nodded. "Yes, yes! Just give me a moment, I need to take my jacket off and I have a gift for you."

You wiped your tears off. "A... A gift?" You sobbed. "For... For me?"

"Of course!" Steven nodded, rushing to the wardrobe to put away his jacket and quickly remove his shoes. "It had to be for your birthday..." He added, digging into his bag. "But I got it earlier to make this painful time a tad better."

Soon he returned to you. Steven got into bed and hid something from you.

"I... It's bloody silly but I hope you'll love it. In the worst case, you'll make fun of me. Okay. Ready?"

You held your breath and nodded, visibly interested.

"So... There is this girl; I am not a cheater. Don't be worried, she makes the most adorable things," Steven said and then presented you with a handmade Khonshu plushy. "W-What do you think?”

"Oh, dear Lord... Oh my God..." You took it to inspect it more closely. "It is so perfect! I love it! I'll sleep with him whenever you're not home! Thank you, Steven!" You knelt on the bed and kissed his cheek, snuggling the stuffy to your chest.

Steven smiled and then pulled you closer to snuggle with you just like he promised a moment ago. "I am so happy you love it! I was worried you'd hate it.”

"How could I hate him?" You almost shove the stuffy into Steven's face. "It's so perfect, soft and squishy - everything Khonshu is not. But wait a minute... You mentioned a girl. What girl?"

Steven blinked, looking at you. "A girl... I don't remember her name but I found a flyer with her offer. Why do you ask?"

"Do you like her or something?"

His mouth hung open for a moment before he said anything. "What? O-Of course I don't like her, don't be ridiculous, love."

"I hope she's not prettier than me..." You looked at him.

"No girl is prettier... How can you even ask me such a thing? You know you're my one and only."

Putting your hand on his cheek, you said, "I know, I like to check in from time to time, I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm so happy that you made me such a beautiful gift. I couldn't have asked for a better and more caring boyfriend. Thank you."

Marc:

Marc walked into the bedroom to check on you and bring you warm, fresh tea. "Don't worry. I didn't make it in the microwave," he joked, seeing how you looked at him. After placing your favorite mug on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Any better?" Marc asked, moving his hand under your heating pad to rub your really warm stomach.

"Now, when I'm with you, it's much better. But overall, it hurts, I can't find a comfortable position. I hate being a woman. I hate my period."

"My poor girl," he quietly said and kissed your forehead. "Maybe I should get you some meds? And once the bloody waterfall is over, we are heading to the doctor because I don't believe that this is normal in any way."

"Love," you cupped his cheek in your hand, "This is absolutely normal. No need to be worried. I ain't bleeding to death, it's just an annoying period."

"You can't make me believe that being bedridden for two days is normal," he grumbled, nuzzling your hand. "I am not buying this."

"You're such a sweetheart, Marc," you told him sweetly. "Now, can you hold me, please? Can I snuggle up with you?"

Marc nodded, then jumped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your figure. "I am still worried."

"I hope Khonshu doesn't bother you, love."

"Don't worry about it now. It's fine," he shook his head, hugging you tightly.

After a soft gasp, you let him hug you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, and his breath hitting your nape, made you shiver, taking a comfortable position. "I love you."

"I love you too and I really don't like the fact you suffer so much. I will get you stronger painkillers," Marc concluded, kissing your head.

"You don't have to, it will pass, I promise. Now, just hold me close, like that. I could not have been happier when you were near."

Jake:

"Todavía en el dolor?" Jake asked after getting onto the bed. "Porque puedo tener una solución," he soon added, gently rubbing your leg.

"A solution? There no solution for period cramps, mi amado," you sighed sadly, not picking your head up from your pillow.

"I'm afraid you are wrong," he shrugged with a mischievous smile. "Because I heard that sex helps a lot with those pains."

You rolled your eyes. "Jake, don't you even start, darling, I'm not about to let you fuck me when I bleed like a slaughtered pig."

He muttered annoyedly, nuzzling your neck and placing a few kisses there. "You should know that bit of blood doesn't bother me at all."

"It doesn't bother you, but it does bother me, Jake," you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't even imagine it... Bruh..."

"But you will feel so much better. Maybe the pain will go away," Jake kept pressing, kissing your cheek.

"Okay, okay, we can try it but with a condom," you winced.

"Cariño, ¿es en serio? I want to have some fucking fun too," Lockley whined, towering over you.

"Jake..." You grunted unhappily but gave him a nod. "Let it be... I just feel extra awkward and you know... Strange..."

"Relax," he whispered into your ear and then kissed your cheek, slowly moving down your neck. "It will be fine. I'll take care of you."

"Jake..." You whispered, blushing hardly. "I still don't think it's a smart idea...."

As Jake embraced you, he slowly lifted your shirt to kiss your warm belly. He was excited at the prospect of fucking you now.

You licked your lips and slipped your hands in his hair. "Jake. No foreplay. Just fuck me," you asked quietly.

"Hey, you aren't the only one here. Let me at least make it pleasant."

"Of course, love," you nodded at him, cupping your boobs a bit as you played with them.

"Look at you, already relaxing. Good, you will like it. Now let's take those off,"

Nodding his head, Jake removed your shorts and panties.

You raised your hips for him, to make it easier for Jake to remove your clothing. "I love you."

"Yo también te amo. Tú lo sabes," Jake winked at you before quickly getting rid of his pants. Jake jerked himself a few times just to be sure he was ready to please you and hopefully give you some relief. "Ready?"

You reached for his cock and propped yourself on an elbow, giving him a few additional strokes and little jerks. "Yes, baby," you replied, spreading your legs a little more for him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist Jake slowly pushed into your pussy. He was careful like never before in order not to cause you more discomfort

You instantly rolled your head back with a moan, adjusting your legs around his waist. When he impaled you with his cock, you felt incredible wetness within your core, which made you moan his name even louder.

Jake purred at the warm wet feeling and the sight of your blood already coating his cock as he slowly thrust into you. "So fucking delicious and wet."

"Oh, God," you panted, blushing as you felt incredibly good when he was slowly fucking you. "I'm so wet, Jake..."

"You sure are, princesa. Such a gorgeous sight, we need to do it more often," he chuckled, watching his cock moving in and out of you. "Feeling better?”

"Actually, yes... It feels a tiny bit better, more relaxed," you tightened your grasp on his nape and loosened your legs wrapped around his waist. "Ooh, yes, it feels good."

He repeatedly pushed in and out of you at a very slow, steady pace; his cock coated in your moisture and his leaking precum. With a soft grunt, Jake milked your core with the release he desperately craved. "Dios, eso se siente tan bien."

Wrapping your arms around his nape and pulling his face closer, you planted a kiss on his lips. “Recuerda siempre que te quiero, Jake.”

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Tea Kettle

I burned the shit outta my finger when I was making coffee earlier, and while I was running it under cold water, my first thought was Steven and Marc.

So please enjoy this blurb from the depths of my brain in response to this tiny finger trauma I have suffered.

No warnings, just a little swearing, minor burn, and fluffy fluff fluff.

“Shit!”

Your voice, followed by the sound of breaking ceramic had Steven and Marc running to the kitchen in an instant. They relaxed a little upon seeing you weren’t gushing blood or passed out.

“What’s wrong, dove?” Steven asked, brows knit tight together as they made their way around the kitchen counter. The remnants of your favorite mug–the one he’d gotten you when he came back from Cairo and had to explain everything–were scattered on the tile and you were clutching your hand to your chest.

“Careful, the glass,” you warned looking at him over your shoulder. “I just burned my finger with that stupid-ass kettle.”

Steven frowned internally, but Marc chuckled a little at your pouty face and the look of disdain you cast to Steven’s old beat up tea-kettle. He backed out of the kitchen and slipped on a pair of shoes before coming back and making his way to your side.

“Let me see,” Marc urged. You gingerly extended your injured hand towards him and showed him the red welt forming on the top of your ring finger. He was satisfied that it wasn’t anything too serious, but he was still worried about your bare feet and the scattered shards of glass on the floor. “Here,” he slipped his hands around the back of your thighs and lifted you up. Marc set you on the counter by the sink and turned on the cold water. “Let that run over it while I clean this up.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, looking sheepishly at your broken mug.

“I’m going to throw out that old piece of rubbish,” Steven glared at the offending object as he grabbed the broom and dustpan.

“Don’t do that,” you laughed, “It’s not the kettle’s fault that I burned myself.”

“I don’t care, nothing hurts my girl like that.” Steven nodded. Once his mind was made up on something, he had a tendency to stick to it.

It only took them a moment to clean the mess, triple checking for any minute fragments that could be hiding on the dusty floor.

“I think we still have some aloe gel in the bathroom,” Marc muttered, mostly to Steven as they dumped the mess into the trashcan. They disappeared for just a second ad after a bit of rummaging and a few curses from Marc, your boyfriends returned triumphant.

“Wait,” you jerked your hand away before he could squeeze the gel onto the tiny red welt.

“What?” Marc huffed, his gaze softening when he noticed your trembling lower lip. “I’m sorry, baby. What is it?”

“Kiss it first?” you asked sheepishly. But they just grinned. With a calloused hand, they lifted yours to their mouth and placed two featherlight kisses on the spot.

“One from each of us,” Steven explained before squirting a pea-sized amount of the gel on the pad of his finger and carefully dabbing it onto yours.

A few days later, you came home to see a brand new electric kettle sitting on the counter with a bright blue ribbon on top and a sticky note attached.

Love, us. ♡

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softieekayy · 2 years

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The meeting

Shivangi x Marc Spector

Word count: 1635

Marc Spector is a complicated man, Layla knew that. However, no one could be more of an enigma to her than the girl she was practically raised with, a sister if you will. Shivangi Rathore was someone that Layla could not figure out. Not while they were young nor now. She was always so mysterious and hidden. The two women were raised with each other, Layla’s father and Shivangi’s father both being archaeologists, it was a given that these two girls would grow up together. Shivangi was a beauty that stopped others in their tracks.

Marc Spector was not exempt from those people. He too stopped when he first met Shivangi in the sweltering heat of Cairo. Shivangi stood in front of him, an air of confidence surrounding her.

The snake shaped bracelet and the Trishul necklace around her neck glistened when the sun hit them. It was Layla who broke the silence between the three of them.

“Marc, my sister Shivangi.”

“Shivangi, this is Marc, he needs your help.”

Layla sounded out of breath as she hauled Marc over to the couch in Shivangi’s living room.

“Yes I can see that sister. He looks like he got hit by a bus.” Shivangi snorted as she moved around the room to find her first aid kit. She kept one in each room of her house because Shiva knows how much she gets injured.

“Okay come here big man, let’s get you fixed up.” She sounded like an Angel to Marc, someone sent from above to save him. The trishul dangled over Marc’s face as Shivangi stitched up the cut on his chest. He couldn’t feel the pain, the only thing he could feel was Shivangi’s touch and the jasmine perfume she wore. Layla watched from the other couch, she noticed the way that Marc looked at Shivangi and smiled to herself. He too was smitten by her sister.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you child? You haven’t even done anything yet this man is ready to bend backwards for you.” Lord Shiva’s voice rang in her head, Shivangi only smiled in return, not agreeing or disagreeing with his words.

“There, you’re all fixed up now.” Shivangi’s voice was soft as she let Marc know that he was okay. She smiled before taking a step back and heading into the kitchen to grab the weak man a tall glass of water. Layla followed behind her sister, “What are you doing?” “Grabbing our guest a glass of water, Didi. He needs to stay hydrated.” Shivangi didn’t look at Layla as she spoke, instead focusing on finding a glass. Layla took the glass from Shivangi’s hand and brought it to Marc,thrusting it in his face in a not so gentle way.

Shivangi sighed at her sister’s actions before grabbing the two some lighter clothes to change into. The summer heat wouldn’t be going down anytime soon and with the amount of heavy clothing they were wearing, the two were bound to overheat. She handed Layla a baby pink salwar kameez and Marc a white Kurta Pyjama. The cotton clothes were light and would keep the two from having a heatstroke. Marc quickly changed into the clothes, thanking Shivangi quietly. He also thanked Khonshu for not being able to heal him on time. And Layla for taking him to her sister’s place.

“You seem quite smitten by the human girl. I can see why. The god she serves is quite powerful.” Khonshu hummed beside Marc who just grunted in response, muttering something about not being smitten. To Khonshu it seemed like he was trying to convince himself rather than anyone else. Marc felt relieved in the white kurta pyjama, he felt like his body could breathe again.

Making his way back to the living room, he noticed Layla sitting on the couch sifting through some books and Shivangi was in the kitchen making tea for them. As if realizing that Marc is thinking about her, she turned to face him, “I'm making some Chai, it’ll keep you awake and energized.” Her voice was soft and sweet like honey. The type that you just wanted to have forever.

Marc simply nodded at Shivangi before awkwardly sitting down on the couch opposite to Layla. Layla looked up at him from the books before speaking, “You don’t have to be so awkward around my sister, Marc. She knows who you are.” She looked him directly in the eyes while she spoke. Layla could be intimidating at times. This was one of the times. “I’m not awkward.” Marc retaliated, “just confused as to why your sister is so trusting.” His voice was low as if to make sure that Shivangi didn’t hear him. Layla glared at Marc before standing up to go help Shivangi with the chai. Shivangi glares at her sister before talking, “You were rude to him, Layla.” Her look makes Layla shiver before she apologies and takes two cups from her sister bringing them to the living room.

“I apologise for my sister’s behaviour.” Shivangi apologizes for Layla’s behavior despite there not being a need to. The girl only did it because of pure generosity. Marc nodded his head slightly at Shivangi before speaking. “Layla mentioned that you were like me. How?” Marc’s voice was rough and uncut. He was curious about Shivangi. Especially since Layla talked about her often, fondness coating her tone. Even a blind man could see how much Layla loved Shivangi. Marc was one of them. He saw the fondness in both sister’s eyes while they talked and laughed.

“I see Layla here gave you a hint as to who I am. You see Marc, you and I, we’re not so different. Whereas you serve Khonshu as his avatar, I serve Lord Shiva as mine. The creator and destroyer. I bring justice and prosper to those who deserve it.” Shivangi’s voice radiated power. The way she spoke was confident and her words held no room for questions. She looked at him before clipping off the necklace and bracelet she wore, handing them to him. Marc took them from her hand, letting his fingers linger on her skin for a second too long.

“The snake serves as a reminder for people to keep their egos in check. To keep them from becoming too greedy. And the Trishul, it represents the destruction of old ways in order to create new ones. Shiva is the destroyer of all evil in all three worlds, heaven, earth and hell.” Shivangi’s explanation made goosebumps rise on Marc’s neck and arms. Her god was really powerful. “I told you Marc, she has a powerful god.” Khonshu’s voice rang in his head and Marc just nodded subtly at him, understanding what Khonshu means.

Shivangi leaned back on the couch, pushing slightly into Layla. The two sisters had already finished their chai while Marc’s was still full and lukewarm. Layla spoke up this time, “You should drink your chai Marc, it’s getting cold.” She leaned forward and patted his knee. Marc snapped out of his trance and nodded before picking up his cup and a cookie and drinking the chai. The chai was good, really good. It wasn’t like he expected. The chai was slightly sweet but not too much while still having a hint of ginger in it. He really liked it

“This is some good chai, thank you Shivangi.” Layla and Shivangi looked at each other before they burst out wheezing, holding onto each other so they wouldn't fall. Layla was the first one to speak, “The way you pronounce chai is so westernized Marc.” Even then the girls hadn’t stopped giggling. He just looked at them with an inexpressive look on his face.

The sun behind Marc was setting, casting a beautiful pink and orange glow onto Shivangi. She looked beautiful. Truly ethereal, blessed by the gods' type of beauty. Her honey toned skin shined brighter and her long curly black hair seemed 3 shades lighter. All in all, Marc felt his heart stop when he looked at the goddess in front of him.

“A mortal so stunning that even Helen of Troy couldn’t compete.” Khonshu whispered in his ear. Marc couldn’t speak, all he could do was nod. At the same time, Lord Shiva laughed in Shivangi’s ears as he spoke, “You truly are one of my most beautiful creations, child. Even Maa Sita sets her blessings upon you.” At the mention of Sita Maa, Shivangi smiled. She stands up before heading to the small temple she had built in her home. In the temple, Shivangi lit up a diyaa for both Sita Maa and Shiva and did her daily prayer.

Shivangi prayed twice a day, in the morning and evening. She brought the thaali with the diyaa on it out to Layla and Marc who then waved their hands about the diyaa’s fire before swiping it over their head. “It’s a blessing.” Shivangi spoke when she saw Marc’s confused look. He just looked at her with an understanding expression on his face once everything was explained.

The sun was fully set and the night sky had taken over Cairo. Marc lay outside in the courtyard area of Shivangi’s house on a colourful Charpai that she provided for him. Shivangi was also kind enough to provide him a blanket as well. The two sisters were already fast asleep leaving Marc alone with his thoughts. He was thankful to have met Layla’s sister by chance today otherwise he would’ve been severely injured.

“You need to sleep Marc. I need you to do your best tomorrow.” Khonshu’s voice rang in Marc’s head before extreme tiredness washed over him. It wasn’t long after that Marc was asleep in charpai under the Cairo night sky, dreaming of Shivangi.

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