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luke-o-lophus · 2 years

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Ornithological & Other Oddities (Steven Grant x F! Reader)

Summary : Steven loves to read, and he tends to hyperfixate on his topics of choice. You usually find it adorable and exciting, but it's a Friday night and you'd much rather have your boyfriend in bed than have him poring over a book all night. Looks like it's time to share your own knowledge on his current topic of interest : Animal Behaviour

Warnings : Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, inuendos and nerdy sex-talk, no protection mentioned explicitly, fluff, no angst!

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You sit up with a groan, lips pursed in a pout. The clock shows half past one, officially too late to be awake on a 'lazy Friday night in'. You decide to seek him out, he's already said "Just ten more minutes!" thrice over the past hour. Steven doesn't look up when you enter the study, nose pinched in concentration as he pores over a book through his glasses. His latest obsession was animal behaviour. The representation of animals in Egyptian Mythology was where it started, and now he has been consuming book after book on animal behaviour, from primates to sea anemones. You pad over to him, throwing your arms around his neck from behind and placing your chin on his shoulder, barely getting any response.

"Looove", you whine. "I miss you."

"Hmm?'', he goes. "Is it late?"

"Half past one", the pout is evident in your voice. Steven leans his head back a little to nuzzle the side of your face, eyes still trained on his book. "Sorry, love", he quips. "Readin' this chapter on birds of paradise....did y'know some species...the males practise a dance for months on the off chance a female will like it and mate, all that for one moment of attention?"

You hold in a roll of eyes, a quip at the tip of your tongue comparing that to your current situation. But you resort to rubbing your nose behind his ear, one arm leaving his shoulder. "That's cool'', you say. "Does it say anything about what the female does for attention?" "Nope", he replies, the hint going over his engrossed mind. "See, love, the females are not colourful, but they're the prize catch, yeah? So they don't have to do much..at least in these..but well in other animals..." "Primates?" He nods, leaning his head on yours. "Yeah so...well macaque females seduce males, and well, they have an alpha in the troop, so the females all...." His words die on his lips.

A small purple piece of clothing had landed on his lap from top, the fabric soft and warm against the yellow lighting of the room. You're humming, your mouth against the shell of his ears now, licking down the length of it and sucking his earlobe into your mouth. Steven shivers in your hold.

"I-is that your panty, my love, that you were...wearing?"

You hum your affirmation against his ear, letting it go with a small pop and kissing down to his neck, both arms hung around his shoulders again. "Go on, tell me more about how them female monkeys seduce alpha males", you speak in a throaty whisper, sinking your teeth in his nape immediately after.

Steven swallows thickly, he is now hyper aware of your breasts pressing into his back through layers of clothing. Between that and your constant attention to the sensitive patch on his neck, you have definitely gotten his full attention.

"Go on", you urge between kisses to his neck, moving a bit to his side and letting your fingers reach under his shirt.

"I-it's not always the alpha...sometimes it's the..oh shit...younger..shit..'', the swear is brought upon by your hand reaching up to his chest and a nail being dragged on his nipple.

"Interesting", you quip cheerily, eyes dancing as you press a wet kiss to the reddened spot on his neck. "Why don't you continue your reading while I...conduct an experiment on primate behaviour?"

His eyes were wide now, needy and confused but also excited. Before he can open his mouth to ask what you meant, you had pulled back his chair, getting a yelp out of him, and in one step you had moved to his front. He finally gets a look at you. You wore one of his flannel shirts, top button opened, and that's all you wore. Your hair was a bit messy from bed. With your playful smirk, you were the most gorgeous thing Steven had seen. He licks his lips as you lean in, his eyes fluttering shut when you are hairs apart. But they meet empty air as your lips find the other side of his neck, kissing there then down along his clothed torso. Steven grunts in frustration, hands fisted on the armrests of his chair. When he opens his eyes, you're kneeling before him, your cleavage coyly peeking from the top of your shirt. "Enjoy your book, love, keep the facts coming and this experiment will be a success", you pull the chair again, effectively caging yourself under the table, disappearing from his sight again. He was still reeling when he feels your palm against his crotch, and a long whine leaves his throat. Your hand is still however, just cupping his manhood.

"I-I read something about bonobos..." he tried, and immediately your hands start moving. You're palming and squeezing him through his sweatpants, and Steven has to count his breaths to keep his mind clear enough to speak. "The bonobo community is matriarchal...unlike chimps...both are our..", a sharp breath at a rough squeeze."C-close relatives."

Your lips are on him now, pressing and nibbling, your cool saliva soaking the front of his pants and making him shiver. "Bonobos are peaceful...th-they sometimes..resolve conflicts w-with sex", he feels your laugh rumble through his core, and that's all he can take of the game. "Love", his voice is a whine. "Please..let me feel you, you're too far.."

He's pushed back again and your head reappears between his legs, lips wet and eyes dancing in triumph. "You want me to stop the experiment?" you ask innocently. "No", he answers, his fingers creeping to the back of your neck and holding you gently before you can disappear again. "I just have a better experimental setup in mind."

It's your turn to hold in a thrilled gasp, as you become of his fingers in your locks, the dark lust in his eyes. Before you can sass him back, his free hand has reached down to your breast and gotten hold of a hard nipple through your shirt. "You see, love, the key to behavioural studies is observation", his voice is playful despite the heavy sexual tension in the room. "And right now, I want to observe what the human female does when I do this..." His voice is lowered to a whisper and he tugs you up by your hair and your nipple. You fall in a sitting position on his thick thighs with a squeal, lips open and panting. He makes quick work of your buttons and dives into your breasts, covering them in wet kisses and sharp nips. All you can do is gasp and groan, hands quickly grabbing onto his curls for balance. You're grinding onto him then, your bare crotch against his clothed one, making it even wetter. "Take me from behind, Steven, please", you gasp out. His lips stop just for a moment to listen and he nods. You're both standing up then, lips crashing together in a quick searing kiss, then he spins you around and presses you against the table. You hear his pants fall, and then his warm hardness pressing between your rear cheeks.

"Do me a favour and read the book, hun", he teases you, rubbing against your folds but not pressing in. You groan at the torturous payback, grinding indignantly again him in a plea for mercy.

"No can do love", he chuckles, mouth biting into your neck and both his hands reach forward to tug and play with your nipples, nearly making you cry at the sensation.

"B-bowerbirds build structures from twigs and.." you start reading out and you can feel his tip start to push in. "They collect colourful items to attract mates....usually b-blue and..." He suddenly pushes all the way in, and your voice dies in your throat, lips parted in a silent scream at being filled so suddenly. His lips are immediately all over your neck, pressing soft soothing kisses while his fingers resort to gentle massages of your breasts. "Oh love, so good for me, relax...lemme take care of'ya", he whispers between kisses, giving you time to adjust like the sweet man he was. You whimper in response, breathing heavily for a few beats then wiggling your hips as a signal to continue. The first few strokes are slow, deep, and heavy..but the cries they pull from your throat quickly sets him to a faster pace, hips slamming to your cheeks. His hands are moving too, pulling and tugging your nipples just they way he knew you liked, and you're lost in pleasure, head thrown back and back arched. He presses his face into your shoulder, thrusts deep and strong and following your increasingly desperate moans. "I..I'm..", you whine. "Let go love", he soothes into your neck, his own thrusts erratic and stuttering as he gets close to the edge. You come undone first, your cries so sweet and raw that Steven feels his core tighten, letting himself teeter off the edge as well. He grabs onto your breasts like they're a lifeline as the waves pass over him, and then you both are left in a pile of panting breaths and soft touches.

Steven gives himself a moment to catch his breath then pulls out slowly, kissing your shoulder when he hears you hiss at the sensation. "Wow", he whispers, helping you stand up and letting you hold him with your head resting on his chest.

"yeah..", you agree breathlessly, body still trembling from the aftershocks. You stand holding each other for a while before Steven kisses the top of your head and whispers,"Let's get cleaned up and hit the hay"

You mumbled in agreement,''I'm sorry I interrupted you, I was lonely."

He nods and kisses your brow again,"I'm glad you did, I get carried away sometimes.." he admits sheepishly. You chuckle, looking up in adoration at your beautiful partner. You share a sweet kiss then, the desperate passion in your bodies having given way to the sweet familiarity of your home and a lazy Friday night in. "I think I need more lessons on animal behaviour", you mumble cheekily against his lips. Steven snorts in laughter at that and gently leads you to your bathroom.

(Fun fact: The title of the fic is the name of a real book on bird behaviour!)

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Our Lonely Hearts 4

Steven x Cat (f reader) | ft Marc Spector

Words: 3,286

⚠️warnings: nightmares, a fight scene,, mention of injuries

Show spoilers: E2

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**remember fic can be read as a one shot, double shot, or come along for the whole ride.

You didn’t know what to make of your dreams last night. In fact, they left you feeling a bit off, in a way, they were more like nightmares until the very end. You were elevated, watching the ground from above as a group of Lions crossed the land. Then, you woke up.

You decide to analyze it more later and focus on getting ready. It was your day off, and you were going to the movies with Steven before heading to an appointment. After getting ready, you do a final check in your room to make sure you’re not missing anything. As you do, your roommate knocks on your door.

She peeks her head inside and in a not so quiet voice announces. “Your boyfriends here.” She started calling him that over the last couple of weeks even though it wasn’t official.

Grabbing your jacket, you step out and find him sitting in the living room. Steven stands, the two of you embrace as you greet each other. Leaving the apartment, you head for the elevator.

“I’m excited about today…” your eyes link with Stevens. You notice he looks more tired than usual. “Though, if you don’t feel up to it, please know I understand,” you press the button, “...about my roommate, I’m sure you heard her say boyfriend I didn’t know she was going to do that.” The elevator opens, you both step inside. You press the ground floor button.

“I quite liked it actually,” you turn to Steven as the door closes, “I wanted to ask you for a while, I just didn’t know how. I suppose now's as good a time as any, innit?” You feel a smile building on your lips, Steven takes a step closer, “Cat, would you be my girlfriend?”

Immense joy washes over you at the question. You close the remaining space between your bodies and cup his face with your hands, “of course, I would love to be your girlfriend, Steven!”

You seal your answer with a kiss. To your surprise, when you lean back to see his response, Steven draws you close again, his lips quickly finding yours. As you kiss, you feel him smile against your lips, and your heart skips a beat.

Once you get outside the building, Steven pulls you aside and waits for the people behind you to pass. When you ask if he’s okay, he tells you about the events of last night and what he saw. He was missing parts, but what he did remember, he was sure of.

The two of you take a detour from your plans and head to the museum to check it out, he had to know for sure. When you arrive, you can instantly feel Steven's hand stiffen in yours as his expression darkens. The exhibit is taped off, and J.P is the only person in sight.

When the three of you get to talking, J.P mentions burst pipes being the issue, but he doesn't believe that's the case. Steven asks to see the security footage. After a moment of hesitation, J.P lets you both behind the station with him.

As the footage from last night rolls, everything seems normal at first, until you see Steven hiding. You already got all the details on the way over and were expecting to see some freakish jackal appear any second, but it doesn't.

Even when J. P sped up the footage at Steven’s request, all you see is Steven running. Then, he reappears and stares coldly at the cameras. You turn to Steven who is glued to the screen. You know that's not him . Before you can say anything, the words fall from Steven's lips,

“That's not me.”

A supervisor comes over with the head of HR. You try to soothe Steven with a gentle brush of his hand before he goes upstairs with them.

Every passing second, as you sit outside on the stairs, you feel your anxiety intensify. What was happening up there? What would happen to Steven? When he finally comes out, the defeated expression on his face makes your heart ache.

It’s a short quiet walk to the square where you sit in your usual spot. Steven fills you in on what happened: he was fired, but they weren’t pressing charges. You couldn’t help but feel bad, you wished you could do more, to help him in some way. If you had magic powers, you’d make the jackal appear on screen so they’d know it wasn’t Stevens' fault.

As you think of this, you feel a small vibration against your chest, where the pendant rests. You glance down at it with a puzzled expression, Steven notices.

“I swear, sometimes this thing feels like it’s vibrating, it’s so strange.” Something weird was happening, it never did this before. But yesterday was the first time, it bothered you so much you took it off for a few minutes. But not wearing it made you feel vulnerable, so you put it back on. In a way, it felt like armor.

Steven reaches out and touches it. "Maybe it's an ancient relic with magic powers.” He grins. “How cool would that be?” His eyes come back to yours.

Your smile drops to a frown, “Sorry about today, Steven.”

Steven shrugs, he’s trying to stay neutral, but you know how much this crushes him. He rubs the small pendant between his fingers before releasing it.

Steven holds out his hand, palm up, “I’m still up for the movie if you are.” You grin and place your hand in his.

On the walk to the theatre, you walk hand in hand. The movie is light-hearted and funny, and to your pleasure, it seemed to be a nice distraction for Steven.

After the movie, Steven planned on hunting down the storage locker. You offered to go with him and reschedule your appointment, but he tells you to go ahead. You make a plan to meet up after and temporarily part ways.

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When you arrived at Steven’s, he wasn't there. The second red flag was the fact that the door was unlocked, he would never do that. You only realize this after a few minutes of lingering outside in the hall.

Once you stepped inside, everything seemed unchanged then you noticed it, a black duffle bag on the table. Peering into someone's things wasnt your style, but when 20 minutes turns into 30 and he's still not picking up, you get desperate.

You look inside the bag and gasp at what you find, a handgun and a whole lot of money. Stepping away, you pull out your phone and try Steven again with no luck.

"Steven, where are you?"

You ask aloud as you look around the flat. The strange vibrating feeling comes back stronger than before. When you reach down to lift the pendant from your skin, a vision floods your mind:

A road, a Ferris wheel in the distance, an exit sign, an old part of town, old industrial buildings...a long haired man, his back towards you…

The vision passes. You quickly do a search on your phone, using the clues you have and narrow down a location; it was within the city but closer to the outer limits. The pendant goes still.

You search for the spare key set Steven told you about and lock up his place before rushing home. Wasting no time, you get your car out of the parking lot and hit the road.

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By the time you reach the town, the empty feeling in your gut has almost turned into full on nausea. You park the car a good distance away from the buildings you saw. You didn’t know what you were dealing with, or what you’d find out here. But if Steven was in danger, you had to help.

Pushing your own fear aside, you stay determined and sneak into the village. It’s fairly busy, people are outside, and you can hear voices coming from inside the main building.

Despite being sure you’d be seen; luck seems to be on your side. You start to sneak around to the back alleyway when the loud sound of a crash and breaking glass fills the air. You jump back, and hide behind a tall pile of wood and hold your breath.

Then you hear him. You rush around the corner and into the alleyway,

“Steven?” You come to a full stop, and notice the all-white suit he’s wearing, even his face is completely covered. There's a crescent moon on his forehead, and his eyes - their white and glowing.

Cheerfully, Steven turns to you, “Cat?”

Your moment is short-lived when something invisible knocks him back through the nearby wall with immense force. You hear him groan and run over to him, ducking your head to avoid falling bricks.

When you reach the other side, you see Steven on the ground. He takes hold of a car bumper to help himself stand. The metal crushes under the weight of his fist and Steven pulls it clear off as he gets to his feet.

Steven turns to you, still holding it. Though his face is concealed, he seems as surprised as you are.

“Whoa, Steven!” Full of wonder, you take a step closer.

He laughs, “I don't know how I -ah!” The invisible force knocks him down, taking hold of his left leg then tossing him backwards.

When you rush forward to help, Steven raises a hand in the air to stop you. “ Stay back!”

He continues to wrestle with it, trying to escape its grip. You head over to him again and feel something sideline you, knocking the air right out of your lungs.

You hit the ground with a moan and grab your right side. Pushing through the pain, you scramble to your feet. Without thinking, you reach for the pendant and hold it tight in your left hand, Stevens' earlier comment replaying in your mind.

“I don’t know if you’re magical. But if you are, I really need you. NOW!”

Squeezing it tight, you feel it vibrate in your hands, and suddenly the jackal comes into sight: you can see its body, its claws gripping Steven's neck.

You freeze as you feel the hair raise on your skin. Before you can make yourself move again, the jackal snatches you up with its other hand, tossing you and Steven backwards into a nearby wall.

Moaning, you roll over and spot a wooden stick. Crawling over to it, you use it to help yourself stand, then swing at the jackal, getting one clear shot across its face before it knocks you down again.

The ground is hard and cold as you hit it. Before the pain of impact can register, it has you in its grips again, dragging you backward across the cobblestone street.

Steven scrambles to his feet and finds a large metal object, he swings, hitting the jackal hard in the back, causing it to drop you. You crawl away as it turns on Steven.

The jackal gets the upper hand, knocking Steven into another car with a hard thud, the window glass shatters under impact.

Everything hurts, your knee is on fire, you can feel blood dripping down from a cut on the side of your face. You inch yourself back toward the wall and sit up, leaning into it and trying to catch your breath.

Across the way, Steven is on the ground, you notice him looking into the reflection of a strap of metal.” I think I can,” he says before getting off the ground. Steven turns to the jackal with renewed confidence, “get away from her you!”

Slowly standing, still using the wall for support, you watch as Steven challenges and taunts the jackal, and lands a mean hook, knocking it backward and to the ground.

Astonished, Steven looks at his first, “what?” his eyes jump to you as he shouts in excitement., “I did it!” He laughs and points at the jackal, it's still on the ground, “you got planted! Cat! Did you see that?”

“I did! That was badass Steven!” You grin wide, holding your side as you limp over to him. You only make it a few steps before the jackal jumps up and kicks Steven in the gut, clear across the street.

With everything going on, you barely registered there were people and a bus on the otherside of the alleyway. You push through the pain and try to speed up your walk.

“Steven, watch out!”

You yell as a car comes to a screeching stop, almost hitting him. Another honks and drives around him. The Jackal, no longer concerned with you, continued to go after Steven.

A crowd forms: people are now watching from all sides of the street and the bus. No one else but you and Steven can see the jackal. Whatever the pendant did to help you see it, hasn’t worn off yet.

You continue to watch closely. When Steven gets off the ground, his mask is gone.

He’s leaning against the bus now, looking into this reflection. You know something is happening, but you don’t know exactly what.

When he glances back, there’s a seriousness mixed with worry in his expression. He observes the scene before his eyes find yours. “Steven?” You mutter softly.

He turns back to the reflection on the bus and transforms before your eyes. You push yourself forward into the street, to get a closer look. Everything is different: the suit, his statue, the energy behind his eyes. It’s Marc.

Your heart is pounding in your chest now and you can feel the pendant vibrating again. Marc looks at you once before taking the crescent blade from his chest plate and leading the jackal away from the busy street. You stand in place, watching as he climbs the nearby building, the jackal behind him.

The scarab. GET THE SCARAB!

You hear a voice and look around, trying to place it. It sounds disembodied.

The scarab.

As if led by a force of some kind, you turn and head back the way you came. Before you can step through the hole in the wall, you see an old man and another male with long hair. The one from the vision, then it clicks…this is Arthur. Your eyes instantly go to the scarab the old man is holding.

“No don’t give that h-” you shout before someone violently pulls you backwards and away from the wall. A large hand comes over your mouth, a strong arm wraps around your shoulders.

As you try to fight against him you notice a scale tattooed on his exposed wrist. It’s them, the people Steven told you about. As you struggle against him, three more people appear, surrounding you.

Like a flash of lightning, a vision appears before you, and the people surrounding you disappear. It almost hurts your eyes, the bright bursts of red and orange followed by a scene; the sun beaming down, the desert, sands cascading in the distance.

From the corner of your eye, you see a looming figure appear; a woman with a head of a lion and a serpent on her crown. When she makes eye contact a rush of hot electric energy shoots through your body, thrusting you back into the present moment.

Your eyes fly open, and it feels like the pendant is burning a hole in your chest. The heat moves down through your muscles and to your hands. The man holding you screams in pain, quickly pushing you away from him.

You notice burn marks where you grabbed at him and drop your eyes to your palms, they’re glowing with a red golden light.

“She burned me!” he yells, backing away further. You watch the rays of light from your hand rise up and outward, cascading toward the others. When it hits them, they moan in agony and run off.

“W-what the - “your voice is unsteady as you continue to stare at your hands. The light dims until it completely disappears. Your whole body is shaking now, your head spinning. You head for the alleyway but it's too late, the man is gone, Arthur is gone, and so is the Scarab.

A heavy feeling washes over you as you stare down at the ground, “I’m sorry.” You whisper. You don’t know who spoke to you, but you needed to get the scarab for Steven, and you failed.

Feeling disappointed, you glance up at the waning crescent moon and wipe the sweat from your forehead. Not knowing what else to do, you try to find Steven and Marc.

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By the time you make it home, you’ve lost all sense of time. The sun was up and Steven/ Marc was nowhere to be found. You don’t realize it until you get home, but all the body pain you felt was gone, completely, and so were the bruises and cuts. Standing in front of the mirror, you continue to examine yourself.

“How is this possible?”

You lower your shirt again and the sound of something hitting the ground catches your attention. Turning around, you walk over to the bookshelf and look down, your paperweight replica of the Great Pyramids of Giza is on the ground, next to the book Steven lent you.

Doing a double-take, you kneel down and examine them both closely.

“Okay…let’s figure this out, “you eye the paperweight, then the book, “pyramids…book…book Steven lent me….Great Pyramids of Giza are in Cairo…book from Stev-bloody hell,” you sit back, “Stevens in Cairo!”

Getting up quickly, you go over to the smaller desk and rummage around in the drawer. Once your hands move over the blue velvet pouch, you pull it and shake the bag up.

You received this as a gift a month back from your roommate, it was a set of divinatory Scarabs. Even with your knowledge of hieroglyphics, you had a hard time reading them the first time and put them away for safekeeping.

Once you stop shaking the bag, you reach inside grabbing a handful of scarabs. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before releasing them on the surface of the table. Leaning over the table, you eye each symbol carefully. This time everything is clear, you don’t even reach for the booklet.

“Travel…desert… a place of trade. Past life affecting the present situation…a goddess's blessing…must draw strength from the darkness to succeed…danger, a difficult journey…. take action before the opportunity is lost.”

Standing straight, you reach in the middle of the scarabs and pick up the one with Sekhmet's symbol.

“I have no idea how I’m going to do this; I’m going to need all the help you can give me.”

You squeeze the scarab in your hand. A couple of months ago when you said life was boring, you wanted some excitement but this, this was well beyond your abilities. You were human, just human. You try to downplay the immense fear and worry bubbling inside of you. You had a job to do, and you needed to be strong. Turning the computer on, you sit at the desk and use your savings to buy a plane ticket.

You don’t realize how long you've been holding your breath until you receive the confirmation. Slouching back in the chair, you close your eyes, exhaustion rushing you like a wave. Briefly, you fall asleep in the chair.

When you wake again, you open your eyes slowly and catch a glimpse of something in the mirror to your left. Inching closer, you narrow your eyes and realize what you’re seeing, it’s the figure of Sekhmet just over your left shoulder. Silently, you watch as she approaches you and rest a hand on your shoulder. When she touches you, a series of scenes flash in your mind, it moves so fast you can't keep up and it's over just as quickly as it started.

Blinking rapidly, you look around the room feeling dazed as you try to make sense of what you saw. It's not until you lay down on the bed that everything registers, she was giving you the answers. Sitting back up, you gasp and stare at the wall ahead.

It was two separate past lives you've been dreaming out. In both, you were a devoted Priestess of Sekhmet and from a long line of temple Priestesses.

In one, you fell in love with a scribe for the temple, Steven. In the other you were the daughter of a Pharaoh who loved one of his greatest warriors, Marc. Crossing paths in this life was no coincidence, it was fated.

The pendant was a divine gift from Sekhmet, and within it contained a small amount of her power; power you had to unlock. For what lies ahead, you needed her, you needed to embody her and unlock the power within the pendant.

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Pretty Guardian Moon Knight... Or Mr.Knight

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So I made yet another thing

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Meet the Moon Bois 🌙

❤️‍🩹 Marc Spector

~ ex mercenary

~ the ”moon knight”

~ avatar to khonshu

~ jew

~ pansexual

~ he/him

💕 Steven Grant

~ Back at the gift shop gig because I love it but still hoping for a promotion so…fingers crossed!

~ They sometimes call me Mr Knight but I prefer Steven.

~ I guess I’m Khonshu’s avatar by extension??? It’s complicated.

~ Jewish :)

~ Questioning my sexuality to be honest…it’s a hard thing to define, innit?

~ He/Him pronouns please. Thanks.

❤️‍🔥 Jake Lockley

~ Taxi driver…beware

~ I dont do superhero names soo

~ Yeah I work for the big bird bitch

~ Non practicing Jew. Kinda an atheist, idk. I work for a god but definitely do not believe in him. Totally respect Marc and Steven’s beliefs tho

~ Asexual but will make sex jokes, it is my right

~ He/Him, They/Them, call me anything but dont call me a bad driver

~ Curses when appropriate…and it is always appropriate

((This blog is run by Tal (They/Them) and Marty (They/Them). We are both huge Moon Knight fans and just wanna have some fun with our bois. If our headcanons and imagines are different from yours, please be respectful. We will rarely post ooc on this blog but if we do it will be in double parentheses like this.))

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samandhislostshoe · 2 years

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layla was fighting for her life while steven was having one of the best moments of his life

#seems like a mood to me #layla and steven my loves #layla el faouly #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #mr knight #moon knight #moon knight marvel #moon knight mcu #the moon knight #moon knight tv show #oscar isaac #ethan hawke #khnoshu #mcu #marvel #mcu disney+

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luke-o-lophus · 2 years

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Homecoming

(Mainly soft!Marc Spector/gn!Reader, brief Steven Grant/gn!Reader)

Summary: All you can remember is Marc died. Your boyfriend, killed by Harrow's bullets. He died not knowing how deeply you love him. And now everything has stopped making sense. But then who's the man in the room?

TW: Mention of death, show-typical violence. Angst with fluffy ending, panic attack described

The two bangs of the gun would forever be branded into your memory. You bit into the back of your hand to stifled a scream of abject terror. You couldn't see your boyfriend from your hiding spot, but you heard a splash... then, some mumbling, retreating footsteps, glass crunching. Then all was quiet, sickeningly quiet. You crept out, taking no note of your bleeding hand and red stained teeth. There was a figure in the water, its head making no effort to stay afloat.

You pulled him out, frantic, desperate. In your mind you knew it's too late, but it felt too final to be real. "Marc!", your voice was a hoarse whisper. Your bloodied hand hovered over his chest with two holes circled by blood soaked cloth. The last blood he'd ever bleed, too precious to touch. "Marc..!", it was a whimper from you then, your fingers pressing to his neck, wrist, anywhere, everywhere...for any flicker of pulse. There's none. His head lolled back unnaturally the moment you let it go, and that motion was enough to make you scramble back and dry heave.

You wake up in cold sweat.

Your heart is pounding, ears ringing, eyes barely awake to take in your surroundings. The smell hits you first: old books; Steven's apartment. You bring up a hand to your sweaty face in relief, but have to curse out in pain. In the dim moonlit room, a semicircular row of cuts marks your hand like a twisted smile. You sit up frantically, feeling the side of your bed. It's empty. No, no, no, the irony can't be this cruel. It's suddenly hard to breath, it's impossible to believe any of it is real. Yet the sting in your hand stubbornly pulls you back to reality. Marc was shot. He had died. You had been there, and yet you survived. Like a coward.

Your head snaps up at a sound, eyes too bleary with tears to make out the figure in the doorway. It looks like Marc..a shock of dark hair, sharp nose, his broad shoulders. But it can't be. Marc was gone. "Baby?", a voice calls out to you. It even sounds like him. You squeeze your eyes shut with a horrified whimper, arms coming up to hug yourself tightly. You must be going mad.

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Marc stifles a yawn into his palm and puts the water bottle back into the fridge, making his way back to the bedroom. His body protests with every movement. It is barely 20 hours since they'd landed from Cairo, and their bodies were still reeling from the post-fight adrenaline crash. He couldn't wait to slip back into bed and sleep for a few millennia, cuddled to your side.

But he walks in on quite the sight. You've sat up in bed, staring at your trembling hands, shaking back and forth, your chest heaving as you hyperventilate. "Baby?", he calls carefully, and your face snaps up as if you're seeing a ghost. You're cowering then, and Marc knows enough about panic attacks to know you're slipping into one.

........

"Baby, love, what happened? I'm right here", he callsgently, taking a few careful steps in your direction.

"No", you reply indignantly. "No, no, you're not real"

Marc stops in shock, and almost doubts himself. He glances at a mirror for reassurance and Steven's right there. "You need'ta ground her", he hisses at Marc. Marc blinks and nods, walking closer until he is at the edge of the bed. "I'm real baby", he whispers softly, kneeling on the ground before you. "I'm very real, I'm right here"

You peer above your locked arms at that, face wet with tears and snot, brows furrowed in suspicion. Then you're reaching out tentatively, open palm feeling his face. Marc closes his eyes as your fingers gently glide over his features, a shiver slithering up his spine.

"Take off your shirt", you suddenly seethe. Marc's eyes widen in surprise at the demanding tone, but he complies. He tosses it away and you're scooting closer, seemingly unaware of your wrecked expression. The fingers leave his face to trail his chest. Soon they find two swollen ridges of scarred flesh.

"He shot you", you whisper and Marc nods in agreement. "You died."

Marc's chest heaves in a sigh, realization dawning upon him. "Yes", he affirms your confused mind. "We did, but we came back. That was day before yesterday. We're alive, we're back in London, in Steven's flat. We came back from Cairo this morning. Do you remember that, baby?"

Your fingers are circling the scars absently, barely paying attention to his words. With another sigh, Marc holds your shoulders and shakes you to make you look up. Your eyes squeeze shut in agony, you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Your hands finally leave his chest to hide your face and sobs rack your body.

Marc almost slumps in relief when you finally seem to snap out of your stupor. His hands stay on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing gently as you cry into your palms. And then you say something that stings his several times wounded heart like never before.

"I let you die", you whine between sobs."I saved my sorry ass and they killed you...they killed you.! I didn't even cry... or stop to mourn you... I just wanted revenge like a selfish...fucking...idiot and..I let you die...Marc..you died and it's...all my fault...I..."

"NO!", he raises his voice, appalled even at the idea. "God, love...no, don't even go there"

But it only makes you cry harder, sobs giving in to wails of pure pain, nails digging into your scalp. That's as much as Marc can bear to watch and he throws his arms around you. "That's not true, baby, you did nothing wrong", he speaks into your neck. "You're a damn hero baby, it's because of you Khonshu came back, and I could heal. It's you, you're the reason I'm alive, love, please...you gotta see it like I do"

You've never heard Marc quite so desperate, so expressive. You hiccup, your sobs refuse to quell. From the wet spot on your shoulder, Marc is letting himself go too. You clasp your arms around his torso tight, afraid he'll vaporize out of your grip somehow. And finally, several minutes later, you can breathe while Marc is still crushing you in a hug. Your arms relax their hold, red hot embarrassment crawling under your skin as your exhausted haze of confusion slowly lifts. You pull back, an apology ready at the tip of your tongue, when Marc softly mumbles, "Don't." His tone leaves no room for argument.

"I love you Marc", the words tumble from your tongue. Marc's hovering fingers on your back still. He pulls back cautiously, eyes wide in surprise and hope. "I love you from ...from every fibre of my existence", you continue. "I accepted my life had ended when you...I can't live without you, I won't..." you ramble. Words you'd thought you'd never be able to confess spill out of you like a monsoon river.

"I love you too", Marc cuts you off, almost breathless. "You're why I live, baby. I love you so much, I didn't know...I could be loved...and...I could love this much"

A broken laugh escapes you, and you're suddenly shy, moving closer, breaths mingling, until your lips are upon his. Slow, chaste, sweet, your lips move, and your hand moves to rest on his chest again. His heart thrums steadily, and you groan into the kiss and pull him atop the bed. He makes no attempt to move, exhaustion coating the both of you like a heavy blanket.

"I think ...we should...see someone..", Marc mumbles once you're curled up to his side.

"You mean like..."

"A therapist...", he trails off. You give his arm a squeeze, pride making your heart full. "We've been through...a lot" he muses.

"Yeah", you hum, thumb drawing random shapes on his arm. "But we'll be okay, all of us."

Marc answers you with a kiss atop your head and another yawn,"Steven says goodnight "

"Goodnight, love"

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