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cassiartblog · 1 year

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How the Moon Knight Characters would react when they see their S/O ex

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Selim (Osiris avatar)

Warnings: mention of violence, abusive ex, fluff, possesive behavior (because Jake lol)

Steven Grant

You and Steven walked through the museum together. There was a new Egyptian exhibition about Anubis and you both had the afternoon off. It was supposed to be a relaxing and fun afternoon with your boyfriend Steven, but you were interrupted while looking at a statue of Anubis. "Y/N is that you?" Steven and you both turn around at the same time and to your horror your ex was standing in front of you. You guys hadn't parted on good terms and Steven knew it. His gaze hardened as your ex walked over to you and wanted to hug you. You block him, but your ex wouldn't be put off. Steven can tell you're uncomfortable. He took your hand, gave your ex a hard look and said in his polite yet fierce tone, "Excuse us, we have to go now." With these words Steven pulled you away from your ex and you went to the next showroom. Then Steven took both of your hands and looked at you worried. "Are you all right, my love?" he asked softly. You nod, but were still in shock. Steven gave you an encouraging smile and said, "Let's go home and have a leisurely afternoon with tea and biscuits. We'll see the exhibition another time." You nod and smile gratefully at him, then you both went home.

Marc Spector

You both just got off a mission and were exhausted. You guys just wanted to snuggle up on the sofa together and watch a movie. The mission was hard and Khonshu had really gotten on your nerves. On the way to your apartment, however, you noticed someone. When you realize it's your ex, you tense up a bit. Marc immediately sensed that something was up. You had talked about your ex from time to time and Marc knew that you were afraid of him. Your ex just walked up to you, smiling broadly. "Wow how long ago was that? You never called me, Y/N,” he said, his mouth twisting at the last sentence, but he immediately smiled again. Marc scowled at him. Your ex came up to you and wanted to hug you, but Marc stood in his way and said in a menacing voice: "She had no reason to contact you. Now go away!” “And who are you to forbid me to see my ex?” your ex asked with a wicked grin. Marc just took your hand and pulled you past him, but when your ex tries to grab your hand, Marc turned and punched him hard in the face. When the man held his bloody nose howling, Marc pulled you into the next street and to your flat. When you got to your apartment, he hugged you tightly and asked if you were okay. He didn't quite know how to deal with you now, he knew that Steven was better at things like this, but he tried, sat down on the couch with you, tucked you in and ordered you something to eat when he held you and you watched a funny movie together.

Jake Lockley

Jake and you were at a Mexican restaurant. You didn't see each other that often since he didn't take over the body often, so you made each time as special as possible. Jake was a very dominant man and showed who you belonged to in public. It surprised him even more that your ex showed up, recognized you and came to you, even though he had to see that you belong to Jake. Jake also knew who your ex was, but he had already found out everything about him and therefore recognized him immediately. Your ex was an asshole who treated you like shit and he actually dared to speak to you. Anyway, he tried, but Jake's fist was faster in his face. You lookes at both man in shock. Jake yells: "Don't you ever come near her again, bastardo!" A dangerous grin tugged at Jake's lips as he lashed out for the next punch, but before it could hit, the manager came and threw you both out. Jake didn't say a word, just pulled you back to your apartment where he grabbed your hips and threw you onto the bed. "You're mine!" Jake growled, kissing you hungrily.

Selim (Osiris avatar)

You wanted to surprise Selim at work, but as you walked through the turnstile and headed toward the front desk, someone came toward you. He looked at you in surprise. "Y/N? how nice to see you.“, he called and ran to you. Your ex pulled you into a tight hug. You don't reply, but you couldn't defend yourself either, you were to scared. When no one was looking, he unobtrusively grabbed your chin. "You shouldn't have broken up," he whispered menacingly in your ear. The lady at reception looked at you. You gave her a hand signal that you needed help. She knew who you were, so she not only informed the security forces, but also relayed a message to Selim's office. He came immediately with the security men in tow. "What's going on here," he asked in a firm voice when he saw the man with whom he had been talking about a company partnership less than an hour ago. He was clearly standing too close to you and still had a firm grip on your chin. "What? You're her new boyfriend?!" your ex asked in disbelief. Selim understood what was going on. "Is this man your EX? The ex that abused you?” he asked and you nodded, still intimidated. Selim turned back to your ex and said in a dark voice: "If I see you around my girlfriend again, you will really get to know me. And you can forget the partnership!”, then he turned to the security forces and added: “Get him out of here. He is banned from the house with immediate effect.” After the incident, Selim took the rest of the day off, took you home to your apartment, and cooked you dinner. You spent the rest of the day relaxing arm in arm.

#moon knight selim #moon knight selim x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x fem!reader #steven grant #steven grant x y/n #mark spector #mark spector x reader #Mark spector x y/n #Steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley x reader

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Communication

Content - non verbal little!reader, dummy use, bottles, soft toys, crying, slight angst, regression to a young age, steven grant being a cinnamon roll, small mention of marc spector, don't like don't read.

Summary - when your feel really little it's hard to speak, steven doesn't mind.

Authors note - this is one of my first independent fics in a while so I hope you still like it. I am still writing my requests but I just wanted to write one of my own ideas. My apologies because I got excited that it was a character living in the uk I forgot myself a bit and used a few words that people from other parts of the world might not understand so ill do a kind of translation thingy telly - TV, CBeebies - our children's channel Hope you enjoy ♡

You woke up today feeling small.

Really small.

You couldn’t really move unless it was rolling over and you were having trouble speaking.

What made it worse is that you had no idea where Steven was, normally he would get up before you and when you woke up you would call him into the bedroom to take care of you.

But you couldn't do that.

You never usually regressed this young so he didn't know that you had no way to communicate with him if he wasn't in the room.

In the end you gave up on trying to make yourself heard and cuddled into your Taweret toy that Steven had brought home for you from the museum gently wetting the soft fabric with your tears.

Because you were feeling so small you didn't really take in your surroundings and you didn't hear soft footsteps coming into the bedroom.

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Steven was alerted to your soft whimpers while he was feeding Gus through the baby monitor on the table by the sofa.

Putting down the fish food he made his way to your shared bedroom, seeing the duvet was pulled up to cover your entire body he instantly knew something was wrong.

He gently pulled back the duvet taking in the sight before him "Oh love what's wrong?" He asked worriedly. You tried to get the words out, but you just couldn't.

Looking up at him you started to cry again all that came out of your mouth were whines and sobs.

Being as educated on your little space as he could be Steven instantly knew what was happening. "Hey, hey kitten it's ok you don't have to talk I understand you, your ok" he said gently lifting you to his chest and softly Wipeing the tears off of your face with his sleeve.

Walking you out to the living room he gently moved you to his hip to prepare you a bottle, after hitting the 30 second timer he walked the two of you over to the fish tank "hello Gus!" He said looking at you sending a small wave Gus's way "hello Y/N" he said in a slightly higher pitched voice making you smile.

Sitting down on the couch with your bottle in one hand and you on his side he manoeuvred you to lay on this chest, he brought the bottle to your lips his heart clenching with love when you snuggled your face into his neck.

Turning on the telly he flipped it off of the news and onto CBeebies luckily it was one of your favourite shows so you were kept happy.

After finishing the bottle Steven reached for your dummy and Anubis toy that he kept in the living room you examined the gold eyes and black fur of the toy before making patterns with your fingers in the fur.

Steven looked over to a small mirror he had placed on one of the bookshelves to see Marc looking back at him "she's very sweet isn't she?" He said smiling at you Steven could tell that Marc wanted to body so he could spend some time with you. "Yeah she is" he said giving you a kiss on the head.

Marc could have the body after the show was finished.

#daddy!steven grant #daddy!steven #little!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #mark spector #mark spector x reader #daddy!mark #moon knight #caregiver #sfw age regression #age regression reader #little reader #i hope this doesn't flop

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simpformoonkight · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with moon knight x reader!!

Mark : *Gently taps table*

Steven : *Taps back*

Layla: What are they doing?

Y/n: Morse code.

Mark : *Aggressively taps table*

Steven : *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Mark talking about him and steven: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Y/n : Is it me, Mark ?

Mark : No, it’s not you.

Layla: Is it me, Mark ?

Mark : It’s not you either.

Khonshu: Is it me, Mark ?

Mark :

Mark , mockingly: Is IT mE Mark ?

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Mark : You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Steven : Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Mark : I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING LAYLA WITH ME

Y/n, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Mark : Steven isn’t answering their phone

Layla: I’ll call

Mark : Y/n and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Steven : Hello?

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Mark : Steven , I'm sad.

Steven : *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Layla: Y/n, I'm sad.

Y/n, nodding: mood.

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Layla: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Twaret: It’s not a joke.

Twaret: *sniffles*

Twaret: I’m a legit snack.

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Jake: We need to get through this locked door. Steven, give me your credit card.

Steven: Here.

Jake, pocketing it: Thanks. Mark, kick down the door.

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*khonshu is cooking*

Mark: Any chance that’s for me?

Khonshu: It’s for Jake . I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Steven: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

#writing #headcanons #quotes #scenarios #moon knight x reader #moon knight steven #moon knight marc #mark and steven #steven grant x reader fluff #mark spector x reader #layla moon knight #layla el faouly #khonshu #moon knight khonshu #incorrect quotes #incorrect moon knight quotes

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loirsavette · 2 years

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latearareads on TikTok

#x reader #din djarin x reader #arthur morgan x reader #steven grant x reader #y/n please sit the fuck down #it’s not angsty it’s annoying #mark spector x reader

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what-the-heckin-heck · 2 years

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Me: ugh, I can’t find my will to live anywhere

Them:

Me: Oh there it is

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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The Prelude

A/N: My first Moon Knight fic! I decided against changing my OC’s pronouns to fit the reader-style stories I usually write, just because I think her character is so complex and ready to be built-upon that it wouldn’t make sense. Hope you enjoy all the same! <3

This is set only a little while before the show. I’m not entirely pleased with it, but I’ve been slow on writing this year so I’m hoping the lacklustre is temporary lol.

Title: The Prelude

Summary: Marc’s only constant in the past couple years has been an orphaned fourteen-year-old who lives in a London children’s home. And who keeps escaping. With Khonshu as his shadow and the barrier between himself and Steven breaking down, Marc is called to her once again at a time she needs him, and he needs her, most.

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She didn’t like hamburgers. Once, she’d seen a vegan TV advert play before a YouTube clip in pre-school, and she’d come home professing that she would never touch meat again. Her parents had listened intently and, as per her toddler-babbled instructions, hadn’t put ham in her sandwiches for the rest of the week. It was very probable that they’d secretly ascertained from the first moment that it wouldn’t stick for long.

True to her parents’ inclinations, she’d nonchalantly asked for one of her dad’s breakfast sausages a week later, as though her announcement and the week-long mission had been a farce. Not that any of this lived in the reason she hated hamburgers.

No. She hated them because they existed in the last meal she could remember enjoying. Hamburgers and French fries with ice-cream for dessert. A small, round table with paper plates and cutlery, housing the sound of laughter and the rattling of cheap board games for hours into the evening. Their rare Friday night treat when her dad didn’t have to work at the bar.

Now, as she took the burger from the vendor, the scent of the warm bread and meat fuelling the growling of her stomach, she tried to push past the hatred. Every street food vendor she’d passed before this one had been too much for the pitiful few coins in her pocket. It had only been her shit luck that the cheapest sold hamburgers. They didn’t even have fries.

She mumbled a thank you before reaching into her pocket with her free hand. She closed it around her coins and frowned when she felt fewer than she’d thought she had. Pulling them out, she wondered how long she’d last before the inevitable. Maybe she’d be resorted to begging. She could turn her hoodie over and find a tossed-out piece of cardboard, and possibly a pen…scribble the words “HOMELESS ORPHAN IN NEED OF MONEY” on the—

“On me.”

A tall figure suddenly stepped in front of her and handed a note to the vendor. “Two-fifty, right?” he asked. Though she could see little more than his back, her stomach swirled with both absolute joy and absolute bitterness at the familiarity of his voice.

“Three pounds if you get a drink too,” the vendor replied, his London accent a stark contrast to the other’s American lilt.

“I’ll grab a water then. Keep the change.”

The vendor gave him a bottle and took the money. The figure turned, unscrewing the cap while he fixed the girl with a steady, undefinable gaze. She, in an attempt to remain undeterred, though she was really anything but, took a bite of her burger. It tasted like regret.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Marc Spector said finally. Amusement was infused in his tone, but the girl felt anything but.

She squinted her eyes at him, attempting to look resolute. Though a part of her was undeniably happy to see him, she also knew that him being here meant unwanted consequences.

“I have money,” she told him, “I wasn’t gonna steal it.”

“Yeah?” Marc rose an eyebrow as he drank from the bottle. He handed it to her after, perhaps thinking she may not have drank anything recently. She hadn’t. “Didn’t say you would, kid.”

At his words, the girl’s questioning gaze immediately turned steely, and she ignored his hand and turned away from him. “I don’t like when you call me that,” she spoke stiffly as she walked in the opposite direction, her steps quick. Despite her gritty response, and the itch in the back of her mind which reminded her that if he was here, she wouldn’t be here much longer, she silently hoped she’d hear his footsteps coming after her.

Taking another bite of her burger—which was unappetisingly dry—she focused on the crowds of people she was skilfully weaving through, tugging her hood over her head. In half a moment, she heard him behind her, his voice accompanying those wished-for footsteps.

“Okay, I’m sorry—" Marc apologised, slowing down once he reached her side. “You’re right, Emory.”

Emory twisted her face in contemplation as she turned to stare up at him. There was a lot she wanted to say, “where have you been?” certainly not coming in last, but she knew her current situation prioritised anything else. With a deep breath, she faced ahead once more, choosing her words. “Did Jeremy call you?”

“Not yet, but we both know he will.” They were quiet for a moment, still in step with each other, the sound of the city easily filling the silence. Then, Marc turned to her again. “How long have you been gone this time?”

Emory rolled her eyes, hating that that even lived in the vicinity of plausible questions. “I left this morning, before the sun came up. Are you in London to see me?” She didn’t ask him with as much hopefulness as she perhaps felt, any inclination of such a feeling disguised only by another mouthful of dry burger, but she knew that any answer other than what she hoped for would spoil her already distasteful mood.

Marc took longer than he should have to respond, seeming to ponder over a question that should have been simple. Emory noticed. She was perceptive. “I…am,” Marc said, hesitantly yet definitively enough to drown the former out, “‘course I am.” He smiled then, wrapping an arm around her thin shoulders, and pulling her against his side as they walked. “It’s been a few months, huh? I just...saw you at the burger stand on my way, thought to myself: ‘right, here we go again’, and—”

“Marc.” Emory slunk from his grasp, rolling her shoulders back. Despite the annoyance in her tone, there was a sliver of a smile on her lips, and Marc did not fail to clock it. He never did. He counted it as a small victory among multiple failures he’d been entirely responsible for over the two years he’d known Emory Sullivan.

“What? You know it’s true.” His smile softened as his eyes fell on her again, all too familiar with her body language. For a fourteen-year-old, she bore weights she should never have needed to lift. This time, as she walked with intent in her steps, she looked tired. It made his heart clench.

“How’re you doing, buddy?” he asked, gentler this time. He slowed his pace and she subconsciously matched it. For a moment, the buzz of midday London on a Saturday died down, and it was the two of them, walking synchronously in their own little world they’d created together some undetermined time ago. Emory stopped chewing, and her face paled slightly, wisps of hair escaping from under her hood. She reached up to rub at her eyes, and Marc opened his mouth to speak, perhaps an attempt at reassurance. She beat him to it.

“Well,” she started, clearing her throat, “considering I’m here…” She cautiously glanced up at him with a shrug and an inkling of a forced smile.

Marc pressed his lips together and nodded in understanding. “Not great,” he determined, speaking for himself as much as for her. He edged slightly closer to her, a comfort he hoped she’d appreciate. “What happened this time? You wanna tell me before Jeremy does?”

Emory sniffed and rubbed at her eyes again, but she wasn’t quick to respond. Marc had experienced many a moment like this, though usually he’d receive the phone call first. Something along the lines of: ‘Hi, Marc, it’s Jeremy again. Em’s gone AWOL. Again. I’m sorry to ask but do you think you can help?’ It didn’t matter where he was at the time. He’d been in Greece once, Australia another...but somehow, he always managed to get himself to London and to Emory. He could thank a particular entity for that.

The first time he’d received the call had been different, of course. He’d only met Emory twice: once in a dank alleyway behind an Italian restaurant, and the second at the children’s home, when he’d visited a day later to ensure she was okay. When Jeremy had called him a week after that, explaining that Emory had run from the home, Marc had had no reason to help him find her other than some self-inflicting urge in the pit of his stomach telling him to. So, he had. And the next time the call came through. And the next time. And the next. This time made six, if he was remembering correctly. All in the space of twenty months. And a half.

She was a spitfire for sure. Every time he’d find her—because he always knew where to find her—he’d spend some time with her before he took her back to the home. There was rarely a reason she left, other than for an escape, which he could understand completely. He knew she felt trapped in the home, like she didn’t belong, like she deserved to be somewhere entirely different…yeah. He understood well. This time, however, he knew there was something else banging around inside her little head. She’d taken more money this time, and a rucksack hung from one shoulder. She’d been planning an escape, alright.

He ducked his head a little in an attempt to catch her face and gauge some reaction. Emory turned her head away, and Marc frowned. “You know I can’t help you if you don’t help me first,” he reminded her.

Emory took a moment to respond, her tough exterior obviously warring with the inner ache for comfort. His comfort. Finally, after a great deal of chewed cheeks on her part, and an even greater deal of patience on Marc’s, she sighed in defeat, her entire body loosening. “Someone wants to adopt me,” she muttered, just loud enough above the noise of the city.

Marc’s brows shot up in what could only be shock and he turned his face away, his eyes latching onto a woman’s bobble hat in front of him. He sucked in a deep breath and breathed out, adding a: “Right” somewhere mixed in.

Emory picked at her bread, her steps slowing even more. “That wasn’t my reaction.”

A deep frown cloaked Marc’s visible surprise. It definitely hadn’t been what he’d expected. She’d fought with kids over a slice of pizza before, kicked a guy in the chest because he’d taken her book…those situations he could deal with. He was a mercenary. This he could not. And not simply because it had obviously been a shock to her system, but it was so very clear that it was a shock to his, too. Emory fought emotions. She’d told him the first time about her reasoning for leaving, about the unbearable feeling of being cooped up and controlled by people who weren’t her family. She’d even told him about her parents once, the car crash and the events which had followed. She was a tough kid—girl—and apart from the details of her escapades and the facts of her life before the home, she preferred to keep her feelings bottled up. He could understand that—he was it. He’d had to grow up quickly too. But that hadn’t helped him in the slightest.

As they passed a bench, he jumped to attention. “Hey, let’s sit down,” he called out. “Over here.” Emory stopped and glanced over her shoulder. Her brows drew together in clear aversion to his idea. He schooled his features and dipped his head, fostering a firmer gaze in the hope she’d listen to him. “C’mon, Em,” he encouraged gently, sitting down and patting the space next to him. “Just sit down. Please.”

She looked at him for a moment, sucking intently at her bottom lip, then relented with a long exhale. She took slow steps towards the bench and sat beside him, dropping her shabby rucksack to the floor and scooting back until her feet hovered above the ground. The bench overlooked the Thames, and Emory watched the water ripple below for a moment. Marc said nothing, either deciding on his next move or giving her space before she felt she could talk. Maybe both. Either way, she didn’t feel like she could talk at all, the burger all but crushed in her hand from how she’d grasped it tightly in her fist, the result of pent-up emotion. Eventually though, she began to feel the coldness of the afternoon breeze, and she sniffed, tugging the strings on her hoodie to tighten them.

“You haven’t been to see me in a while,” she mumbled, just loud enough for Marc to hear. She didn’t look at him.

He turned to her, studying her small form before looking back out across the water. “I know,” he said, putting his bottle in the space between them. “I’m sorry. You have every right to be upset with me if that’s what you are. It’s…I’ve been busy.”

The skeleton-bird-man-thing sat on the railing over the river scoffed at that. Marc expertly ignored it. He turned towards Emory, lifting a leg to tuck under the other. She looked disappointed at his words, which wasn’t honestly surprising. “But I’m here now, buddy,” he told her, “I’m here now. Come on, tell me what’s wrong.”

“You know what’s wrong, Marc.” She took his bottle and set it in her lap, tilting it so that the water sloshed about inside. Marc sat back, leaning his left forearm against the top of the bench. For a man with multiple identities, he was particularly patient. Perhaps it was Emory who’d aided in that particular attribute. Whatever it was, he used it now, gently pushing her to tell him. Yes, he knew what was wrong, but Emory needed to learn to use her words.

“I don’t…” He switched his full attention on as she finally started to speak. “I don’t want new parents. I don’t want people who’re gonna pretend to be my mum and dad. I only want—” She hesitated, then gave him a tentative sideways glance. “I only want you. You won’t try to be anyone. You’ll just be Marc,” she finished quietly, swinging her legs back and forth under the bench in the childish manner Marc often wished she’d exude more of.

Marc sucked in a slow deep breath, tugging at the neck of his shirt. He’d promised only after months of knowing her that he’d give her a home one day, when he could. Thinking back, it had been impulsive, a decision based on the part of him that sympathised with her and was willing to give her what he’d never received. But looking at it now, he knew he’d rather keep his word on that above anything else. He was far more than fond of Emory, and she deserved somewhere she could happily and safely call home. He didn’t have to be her father, brother…uncle. He’d be her guardian and protector, there when she needed him to be. Right now, though—Marc glanced at Khonshu again, surprisingly silent though still entirely too present—right now wasn’t a good time.

He shifted on the bench. “I know. But, Em, I—“

“You can’t yet. I understand.” She looked at him, her eyes wide and more innocent than he believed he’d ever seen them. He found himself staring into them, noting the pain and the suffering he couldn’t yet do anything about. It physically hurt him.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t think I was coming to see you today,” he said then, the words escaping him before he could think much about them. “I’m sorry I lied. I’m here on business, like always, I know. I thought about it, coming to see you, but then I thought better.”

Emory took a moment to process his words. “Why is coming to see me bad?”

Marc shook his head, reaching a hand out to place on her knee. “That’s not what I said. I just don’t want us to see each other when I’m on the verge or the aftermath of—of business. Our time’s too important for that.”

“You never say what your business is.”

“I don’t.”

“It’s dangerous.”

Marc glanced at the flattened burger. “Are you gonna eat that?”

She tossed it in the waste bin beside the bench. “I don’t like hamburgers.”

A short silence blanketed them. Marc cracked his knuckles. Khonshu had disappeared.

“So…” He flexed his fingers and sighed. “What’s this family like? Assuming you’ve met them?”

Emory had spent her entire orphaned life in the children’s home, refusing any kind of foster situation or house change. Marc figured the main reason for that was Jeremy and the consistency he gave her. Though there were constantly kids coming and going, Jeremy had always been there for Emory, no matter how many times she attempted to disprove that she neither cared nor appreciated him. But she’d never admit to realising such a thing. In her mind, not submitting to new housing situations kept the illusion alive, that one day she’d be with her parents again. She had no room for stand-ins, whether they were in her best interest or not. She would be going nowhere without her say-so.

She sniffed and banged her foot against the bottom of the bench. “Jeremy made me sit in a room with them,” she said quietly. “The lady smiles a lot and smells like roses. The man has curly hair.”

Marc rose his brows and reached across to ruffle her own hair. “Hey, I have curly hair. Maybe he won’t be so bad.”

Emory swatted his hand away, a little harsher than he’d expected. “They are not taking me, Marc. I won’t go. No matter how many times they say they can help me, or give me a home, I won’t. Go.”

He out his hands up in surrender, though his stomach dropped at the brittle words, knowing they’d backtracked a little. “Alright,” he agreed. “We’ll speak to Jeremy and—”

“I don’t wanna go back there either.”

A sigh wafted through his nose. “Buddy…”

“I’m just really tired, Marc.” Her sudden admittance had him shutting his mouth, his sharp eyes noting the glistening of tears on her wind-bitten cheeks. She wasn’t looking at him, she barely had since he’d paid for her food, simply staring ahead. Her hands fidgeted in her lap and she lifted her legs to cross in front of her. “I don’t want to be there in that stupid home with other orphans.” Her voice sounded painfully dejected. “I don’t wanna be an advertisement for people to come and view me before they take me home. I don’t wanna be an orphan. I want my mum, and I want my dad. That’s all. That’s it. I don’t want anything else.” She wiped at her eyes with small fists, still avoiding his gaze, still unwilling to show him her tears, and he was reminded not for the first time of the situation he’d found her in over two years ago.

She’d been only slightly less closed off than she was now, unwilling to share any information with him, the man who’d saved her from an untimely pummelling in a London alleyway. She still hadn’t spilled the exact reasoning behind being there. Something about a bedroll. Apparently, the homeless men hadn’t been interested in sharing with a twelve-year-old who’d run from a children’s home. Those small fists had certainly tried their best, but she was lucky Marc had walked past when he had. After returning her to the home, he’d found out from Jeremy that she’d been there a mere couple of months, and this had been her third escapade. He’d said he’d be back tomorrow, and gave Jeremy his number.

Emory had certainly dialled her fleeing down in the years he’d known her and continued to visit, but there was still the odd occasion he’d be on the job somewhere across the globe and receive a phone call from Jeremy. Today had been a first, though. Khonshu had taken them to London, and he’d just seen her there in her oversized hoodie, speaking to the vendor as she stood on her tiptoes to see the food on offer. He’d halted for a moment, checked his phone for any missed calls, and kept moving.

Funny that that was the problem. He kept moving. Too much for a kid. And though he’d promised, and he intended on keeping that promise, he didn’t know how long this Khonshu deal would continue to go on for.

With another deep sigh, Marc reached across the bench, wrapping his arm around Emory’s shoulders and pulling her gently towards him. She didn’t resist this time, shuffling across the bench after a couple seconds and fitting herself beside him. She turned her face into his coat and uncrossed her legs, letting one hang over his. The feeling of her little back heaving against his hand told him she was all but sobbing into him, but he wouldn’t comment on it. Not today. Probably never, if she had anything to say about it.

He leaned his head down, pressing his lips to the top of her head for a moment. “Sweetie,” he murmured, “I know I say this a lot, but it’s all going to be okay. You’re in a shitty situation, and you’re so, so brave. Always have been. And I know things aren’t great at the moment, and I know you want nothing to do with that home and the other kids. I know you want your parents, and I will never be sorrier that I can’t bring them back for you. But when I’m done…” He flicked his eyes up, searching for Khonshu. He wasn’t there. Still, he lowered his voice. “When I’m safe and I know you’ll be safe too, I’ll come to you, and I’ll bring you home with me. And I won’t be your dad, or your mom, or your aunt or your uncle or grandparents. I’ll be Marc. Just like you said. And I’ll keep you with me for as long as you’ll let me. You just gotta hold on a little longer for me. Hold onto that rope, and I promise you I’ll pull you up when I can.”

She might have said something before his phone started to buzz, but perhaps it was better that she didn’t. It gave her time to mull over his words, wrap them up and keep them safe in a corner of her mind that she could return to whenever she wished to remind herself of what was waiting for her.

Keeping one hand against Emory, Marc reached into his pocket, pulling it out and letting a breathy laugh escape him once he saw the caller ID. Reassuring the girl with a little pat on her back, he accepted the call and put the phone to his ear.

“Jeremy, hi,” he said.

“Hey, Marc.” There was a short sigh. “Look, I’m sorry, but she’s gone again. Are you anywhere near—”

“Yeah, I’ve got her, don’t worry,” he interrupted the man before his obvious stress grew tenfold. He knew he cared about Emory. “She’s safe and fed, not a scratch on her.” Emory shifted against him but still kept her face hidden.

“Oh, wow. Thank God. One day she’s gonna disappear on us and give us both a real heart-attack, I know it.” He sounded like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He also sounded like he’d just woken up. “She told you about the couple that want to adopt her? I’m guessing that’s why she left.”

Emory’s hand was clutching his coat now. “Yeah…” He elongated the word. “It’s not gonna work. You know that, right?”

“I had a feeling. Look, Marc, I like you, and she likes you, and that’s more than any living being has been afforded the luxury of since she came to me.” Marc allowed himself a breath of amusement at that. “But she can’t stay here forever. She’s willing to wait for you as long as possible, but social services isn’t.”

“I know.” Marc lifted the hand from Emory’s back to push his hair from his forehead. “I’m—I’m working on it.”

“Good. Are you going to keep her with you for a while before you drop her back here?”

“I think that’s probably best.”

“See you later, Marc. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

He hung up, and Marc brought the phone down, sighing for what seemed like the umpteenth time in the half hour or so since he’d found Emory. He rubbed his free hand down his face, exhaustion and stress becoming all the more noticeable. He could feel a change approaching, something Emory wasn’t privy to just yet.

“You should take her for ice-cream.”

Marc visibly jumped at the sudden deep voice, turning a disgruntled glare on Khonshu, who seemed to have reappeared on the railing once more. After his surprise subsided, Marc registered the Ancient Egyptian god’s scarily human words, and bumped his brows, dipping his head to stare at him. “Did you seriously just suggest that? You?” he whispered.

Khonshu stood up. “You seem to forget I have known young Emory as long as you. She enjoys ice-cream.” He walked off then, and Marc scoffed.

“Who knew you were such a pushover?”

“Huh?”

He looked down as Emory spoke, her face turned just enough for him to see one puffy eye and a rosy cheek. He offered a smile, patting the leg draped across his lap. “Nothing. Do you want to get some ice-cream? Go see a movie? I’ll take you back this evening.”

She wiped at her nose and sniffled, then nodded once. “Can we sit here for a minute longer though?”

“‘Course we can, buddy. We’ve got all day.”

He settled against the back of the bench, pulling Emory’s hood tighter over her head to shield her from the cold. It was a nice reprieve, he thought to himself, to sit on a bench overlooking the Thames, free for a moment of the god that may as well be his shadow, holding one of the only people he’d ever had any semblance of a relationship with. It may not have been the healthiest relationships, or even the strongest, but in the time that they’d had together, he knew they’d have plenty of time to work on that. He just needed to sort everything out. Being Khonshu’s avatar, Layla, Steven…himself. He needed to be in the headspace she deserved, and though he was fine sitting here with her now, he knew the moment he let her go he would return to the mercenary mindset he just wanted to forget.

He needed time.

“Thank you, Marc.” He heard the quiet mumble and felt the cold air of her breath against his side.

Thank you, Emory, was what he wanted to say. As he sat there with the most fragile, yet the strongest human he’d ever met, her very heart in his hands, he couldn’t help but think that this was all something big. The prelude, perhaps, to the inevitable relief the future would bring.

“Hey, you know I love you, kid,” he said instead, meaning every word.

For once, she didn’t protest to the nickname. If anything, she hugged him tighter.

He knew she loved him, too.

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✧˖° - Marvel 🕸️🕷

𐐪𐑂 Matt Murdock

𐐪𐑂 Moon Knight (Series)

𐐪𐑂 Punisher

𐐪𐑂 Deadpool

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junobutbored · 2 years

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Under strange circumstances

Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader Word count: 2k Warnings: Violence I suppose and me completely ignoring how the museum actually looks like heh. Enjoy <------------------------->

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The sound of rapid heels against the marble floor echoed through the museum's basement walls. You mentally cursed yourself as you hurried to the personnel bathrooms to retrieve the rings that were subconsciously left by the sink after your last visit during the lunch break. You could already feel the backside of your heels starting to sting as the harsh material repeatedly collided with the skin. If the cleaner would've already taken them, you would have missed the bus all for nothing. How could I even be so stupid to forget those?

Oh right, your mind was clouded by something else. Or should you say someone else..

In comparison to how the snobby coworkers in the archives office treat you, the routinely morning greetings between you and the anxious gift shop worker were the absolute peak of the day. From the start they were nothing but quick nods as you passed by on the way to your office, but after a little accident, your nods turned into quick "good morning"´s and finally swift chats over the giftshop desk before Donna dragged him by the ear back to work. You felt how soft giggles almost escaped out of your throat as you recalled the memory from when he'd accidentally knocked out the coffee tray from your hand. Somewhere deep down was the dream of a further relationship rooting, but you didn't want to press Steven into something. After all, you were almost sure that he didn't think the same way. All the mild teases and discrete flirting, the poor man simply remained there behind his desk awkwardly chuckling it away before either continuing talking about your topic or resume whatever work he had.

As you kept on striding through the corridors thinking of how you could have overlooked your relation, a loud crash echoed off the cold stone walls from the direction left from you. Followed by several thuds and repetitive eerie cracking noises. Chills went down your body as you heard the chaos. Without daring to move you stood there horrified that whatever was making those sounds would hear you and the unnecessary loud clicks your high heels gave off. With eyes glued to the left corridor wing you slowly bent down to unclasp the laces of your shoes, taking them off could not be worse than not doing so right? Your reddened soles came in contact with the chill marble floor and soon after that followed your other foot. Lazily you decided to leave them there in the middle of the hallway in case you needed to quickly retrieve them. There you stood, in the corridors, way past your scheduled leave and listening to someone violently fighting someone else.

That was when it struck you.

What if it was a robber trying to claim something from the museum and the poor cleaner got in their way?

You have to help.

Carefully you crept closer and closer to the ruckus, which had quieted down a tone now. You couldn't distinguish what was making you do this, bravery or curiosity? As the lights recognized from the men's bathroom lighted the corridor further ahead you started to notice the damaged walls with more and more frequent malformations. Scratches looking like claw marks were carved into the walls and multiple bigger could be seen on the floor. You stopped in front one and traced the damage with your fingers. It was completely fresh. Grains of marble crumbled under your touch and you knew that if it would have been older, the material shouldn't have been so fragile. A low groan sounded from the bathrooms brought your attention back and you drew in a shaky breath. Okay, it's now or never. As silently as you could muster you closed in to the bathrooms and to your surprise laid the grand steel door crumbled on the floor. If you hadn't been as adrenaline pumped as you currently are, this should have been a sign to bolt the other direction. But the soft groans coming from inside were too tempting to check out. Just a glance maybe, to work out the situation. You snuck and pressed your body to the wall the bunker time door once had hanged on and tilted your head to slightly poke it in to glance.

The first thing that caught your eye was the tall and muscular built body that was clothed in what looked like white bandages and a grand white cloak. The figure stood with its back towards you and when you looked through the mirror to catch a glimpse of their face, your eyes were met with cracked mirror pieces showing a distorted image that was unable to be interpreted. His chest was heaving slowly as he looked like he was catching his breath. Your gaze followed the mirror shards scattered around him and landed on a body. But not simply anybody. It looked like a big bobcat or was it a dog? Whatever creature it was, its body was twisted in inhuman angles while being slumped onto the tile floor. No movements came from it and a dark liquid had greased what now could be fur. You gasped slightly at the sight of the huge claws it had, they must have been the causation of the markings along the hallway. However the second the little heave left your lips, the white clothed man twitched and threw his head to the side towards your location. Shit. You quickly yanked your head away from the door frame and backed away, still facing the entrance. Cold sweat prickled at your back as panic started to set in. This was actually really bad. Whatever happened to that dead creature must have been caused by this man and beating you would be a piece of cake. Without having taken more than three steps, the cloaked figure rounded the corner and stood now parallel with you. His eyes shone like lights and his fists were clenched.

"That wasn't something you were supposed to see, sweety." The man said slowly as he closed in on you with slow steps. There was something about his voice that sounded familiar, but from the single sentence it sounded to you as if he was american. He stood now towering over you and slowly reached towards you with his hand, but before he got close your instincts came rushing back and you turned to bolt away from him. It wasn't long until the sound of your bare feet was joined with booted ones. You thrashed through the corridors as fast as you've ever had and your surroundings blurred as you ran. Your heart beats blared in your ears so loudly that it blocked away any other sounds. If only you could reach the main museum, there would be surveillance cameras to protect you. You could feel how your throat clenched up from your rapid pants and your lungs had already started to burn from exhaustion. Maybe fitness could be considered if I make it out alive you thought as the marble walls passed by. It began to feel like you had managed to create some distance between yourself and your mysterious follower. To please your curiosity you decided to peek behind yourself and boy were you wrong. Not only had he come closer, but also didn't look anywhere near as exhausted as you were in comparison. Just as you were to turn back around you felt how your feet collided with something on the floor. Cool laces wrapped themselves around your ankles and conveniently tightened as you fought to keep running. The air was knocked out harshly from your lungs as your body slammed against the tiled floor. Gasping for breath you felt how the whole of your body ached as you tried to move. Desperately you crawled forward, certain of making it out but all hope was lost when the booted steps caught up with you. He reached down to grab your upper arm and yanked you around without a care of your injuries. You trembled as he slowly lowered himself down over your legs to stop your foolish tries to escape. It was all over now. His glowing eyes observed you carefully, as if he was pondering something. The intimate gaze wasn't disturbed as he moved his hands forward and suddenly cupped your cheek. His digits caressed your reddened face, the clothed fingers felt rough against your skin.

"Aren't you making this hard for me honey?"

Your words were stuck in your throat and all you could do was to continue to stare up at him as your chest heaved for air. His weight held you down easily and when you didn't answer, he just chuckled lowly. By this point, all you were was confused and scared. It was impossible to read the mysterious man as he sat on you and just watched you struggle as he petted you. Suddenly his fingers retreated from your face and he bent a little backwards with his whole body.

"I'm so sorry for this sweetheart" he said with a now serious tone. But before you even had time to process it, his body twisted and your vision went black as pain shot out from your temple...

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Her body bounced slightly as Mark placed her over her mattress. It had been easy to find her flat, a beginner's mistake of leaving such information in a valet. He had done this many times before, dumping unconscious people in places they would be safe. It's not like the nervousness came from worrying about witnesses or something like that. But this time, Mark felt a pang of guilt as he stared down at the innocent woman laying beside him. Her hair was a mess and it was easy to read how she felt by the look of her twisted facial expression. He sighed as he ripped his eyes from her helpless form and was instead greeted by horrified ones. His identical reflection looked at Mark with disgust as his focus shifted between him and the college. His mouth hung open and after swallowing air he managed to choke out his words.

"Are you mad?" Steven howled at Mark as he frantically stared him down. "What is bloody wrong with you?"

Mark shut his eyes as he tried to clear his head. He wanted to scream back at him, but he knew Steven was right. What was wrong with him? He slowly opened his eyes again but refrained to look in the full mirror.

"Come on Steven, you know what Khonshu said about witnes.."

"Yeah but you didn't have to knock her out cold, you wanker!" Steven yelled back as his hands trembled. There he stood helpless, stuck in the mind and all he could do was watch. Maybe it was a good thing that he hadn't handled the situation, who knows what Steven could have said to the lady.

"Think for a second, what do you believe would have happened if you were there instead of me? Instead of having your little girlfriend here unconscious she would be in shreds on the bathroom floor because you couldn't save her!"

Mark didn't intend for his words to be so harsh, but deep inside he knew that this was the only way. Steven no longer replied with a snarky comment or reply, but he just stood there and watched the girl with his eyes widened as he imagined the scenario. Mark sighed as he moved towards the window he had crept through earlier. He placed his hands on the window sill and looked over the lit up streets of London. Cool air seeped through the gap and goosebumps formed over his forearms. It was all so peaceful, as if nothing actually happened. He took a deep breath of the crisp air and turned towards the sleeping girl again for the last time. He watched as her chest would slowly rise and fall repeatedly. Hopefully she would wake up and believe she had gotten too drunk to remember clearly.

Like it had all been a dream.

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lunadei · 2 years

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The Road So Far

Moon Knight

An Oath Is An Oath - Marc Spector x Villain!Reader

Exile - Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Hard to Sleep - (18+, MDNI) Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Heartbreak Comfort Drabble - Marc Spector x Hero!Reader

Marc/Steven comforting you in Pain Drabble - Marc x Fem!Reader, Steven x Fem!Reader

Lost in the Fire - (18+, MDNI) Jake Lockley X Fem!Reader

More coming soon!

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dilfssleepingbag · 2 years

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I’m- I’m fine🥲

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cassiartblog · 1 year

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Moon Boys X fem! Reader Chrismas special

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley

Warnings: just fluff, not proof read

About 900 words per character

Christmas was a very special holiday to you. Of course, it was difficult with three men in one body. But you always did the best. The three body changes a lot, because everyone wanted to spend time with you. But there were always arguments between the moon boys. So you had an idea. You made three Christmas holidays. Everyone could have a whole day with you. You said there were countries where they celebrate Christmas from the 24th December to the 26th December. The boys thought of it. It wasn't what they know like but they liked the idea of having a whole day with you alone without the others.

Steven Grant

The first day was for Steven. Jake wasn't that happy to not have you on the first holiday but he accepted it. Marc didn't complain anyway. Steven was the sweetest of them. Steven woke you up quite early in the morning. It was the first time he'd voluntarily got up early, but he'd been so excited he couldn't sleep any longer. Excitedly he jumped around next to you on the bed. "Get up. It's Christmas. At least in some countries." He laughed and pulled the covers off you. You sat up, still completely sleepy, and looked your boyfriend in the eye. They sparkled with joy and love. But before you could say anything, he was already hopping off the bed and getting a bag of Christmas decorations. From the looks of it, he'd been awake for a while doing some extra shopping.

A small Christmas tree stood in the corner. You were amazed about it. You had learned that Marc celebrated Hanukkah, which involved slightly different traditions, but Steven loved the Christmas traditions he saw on TV. Apart from the roast, of course. You got up and were pulled into a tight hug by Steven. "It's going to be a great party, especially with you, Y/N." He said happily, pulling you towards the little tree. With the brightest smile he unpacked the bag with the decorations and pressed a few balls into your hand. You smile and together you trim the tree. You put the tip on the tree together. You examine contentedly the tree, which now shone with colored lights. "So what do we do now?" you ask. Steven looked just as clueless. Then something occurred to him. "We can watch a nice Christmas movie and build a nest."

You nod enthusiastically and you both build a nest of blankets and pillows. Steven adjusted the TV while you prepare hot chocolate and hot tea for your vegan friend. Then you lie down together and you snuggle up to Steven. Especially in the cold weather, cuddling was the best medicine to prevent a cold. You watched a total of three Christmas movies in a row while eating the cookies you baked a few days ago along with the hot chocolate and tea. After the films you decided to cook something delicious. Neither Steven nor you were the best cooks and it almost ended in a disaster. The sauce was burnt and the water for the dumplings boiled over. Despite all the disasters, you still sat at the small dining table and burned your mouths on the hot red cabbage. The food was a failure, but that couldn't spoil the mood for you.

"When are we going to give presents?" Steven asked excitedly. He finally wanted to give you your gift. You looked on the clock. It was already 7 p.m. and you nodded to Steven with a smile. "We can make presents." You all agreed to give the gifts at the end of the day to make the day more exciting. Steven walked briefly through the apartment and came running to you with a box wrapped in beautiful, colorfully decorated wrapping paper. You had also brought his present here at the same time. Steven insisted on giving you his first, so the gift was in your hands and he gave you a curious look as you carefully removed the wrapping paper. A box with a glass ball appeared. You open it carefully and look at it. Your eyes started to sparkle. "Yeah, I know, it's nothing expensive, unfortunately I haven't had that much since I was fired." Steven said a little sadly, but when he saw your look, he was relieved.

You carefully took the ball out of the packaging. There was a 3D engraving of you and Steven with 'Merry Christmas' written above it and 'I love you' below the image. It was wonderful. Steven looked at you hopefully as you carefully put the ball back and then hugged him tightly. He was over the moon that you liked it. "It's beautiful. Thank you Steve, thank you!" You say, kissing his cheek countless times. He laughed sheepishly and returned your hug. "My gift to you doesn't compare so well," you say a little sadly, but Steven knew you always gave great gifts. You break the hug, give him a quick kiss on the mouth, and hand his gift to him. He was an excited mess but tried to open the gift as carefully as possible. A small stature and a certificate appeared. He looked at you in astonishment.

The small statue showed the tomb of Alexander the Great and the certificate read: "This award is for Steven Grant, the finder of the long lost tomb of Alexander the Great". He was overjoyed. "How did you do that?" he asked. You looked at him with a smile and replied, "I needed some help, but since you were the rightful finder, Marc and I made sure you got a credit for it." Steven could have cried with joy. He also put the gift carefully on the table to be able to fall into your arms. You caught him laughing and you lay grateful to have the other to cuddle you.

Marc Spector

Marc and you lay in bed until late morning. You lay snuggled up in bed and told each other Christmas stories that you had overheard somewhere. Marc was happy to celebrate the celebration of love with someone. Since the death of his brother, it has only been celebrated at home as a trist holiday. Although he was Jewish, apart from a few small traditions, he celebrated it as did his other alters. He hadn't believed in an almighty one for a long time after everything that had happened to him. But he liked to celebrate the festival of love. Especially with you. He loved listening to you tell him Christmas stories while he gently ran his fingers through your hair.

After a while he got up, gave you a kiss and asked you to rest a bit. You had actually rested enough already, but you understood that he wanted to surprise you and so you took your headphones and leafed through a book. After half an hour, Marc came back to you on the bed, took the book from your hand, put the headphones aside and lifted you into his arms. You laugh and cling to him as he carries you to the dining nook. He had baked rolls and ceremoniously set the table.

The nine-armed stand stood in the middle of the table and gave off a warm light. He had exchanged the top of the Christmas tree for the Star of David and Marc was happy to be able to come to an agreement so that he could celebrate December 25th, Kislew, with you. Arrived at the table, he put you on the chair and pushed it a little towards the table. Unlike Steven, there was bacon and ham with the other cold cuts. Marc sat down opposite you and handed you a roll. "That's beautiful," you say happily. He smiled and you ate breakfast together. Then Marc put your coat on. "What are we going to do next?" you ask curiously. Marc smiled. "Now we're going to take a nice walk through the Christmas market and you choose something nice." You jump happily in front of him.

You walked through the streets of London holding hands and looked at the shop windows of the different shops on your way to the market. Marc always observed exactly in such moments. He liked being someone who would surprise you with gifts that he saw you liked as you walked by. When you arrived at the Christmas market, your mouth dropped open in amazement. You hadn't made it to the market this year and were all the happier that Marc brought you here.

The different lights were shining everywhere and the smell of almonds and crêpes was in the air. You loved the Christmas market and moved Marc from one stall to the next. It was really nice for him to see you enjoying the trip. You ate crepes together, looked at the different Christmas decorations, drank a mulled wine together and then you dragged Marc to the ice rink, which stretched across a large square. "Can we please ride together?" You ask, looking at him pleadingly. The person you spoke to smiled and went to the cash register with you in tow, where he got two tickets and skates to borrow.

It took you a while to squeeze into those things, then you pulled Marc onto the ice and you drove off. Marc wasn't the best skater and although he could keep his balance well in many situations, he struggled on the ice. It was even funnier for you. You eventually grabbed his arm and pulled him with you so he could hold on to you. He had to admit he enjoyed it. After a bit of time it got the hang of it and ran almost perfectly. Now you looked a bit awkward next to it, but that didn't bother you. You guys had a lot of fun. Since not too many were out at Christmas, you even had a large part of the area to yourself. But the vendors at the Christmas market also slowly wanted to go to their families, so you made your way back home. Halfway down, Marc stopped and looked at you for a moment. You return the look questioningly. He smiled and said, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, Y/N." Immediately, a big smile crept onto your lips and you walked the few steps to him. "I can only give you that back in the same way." You said, standing on tiptoe and kissing him sweetly on the lips. He smiled and returned the kiss. Then he said: “Now you haven't chosen anything.” “I don't have to choose anything. I spent a wonderful day with you. That was a great gift.”

Marc was always amazed that you weren't so superficial and he loved that about you. But of course you got him something. When you were back in your apartment and sat exhausted on the bed you gave him a carefully wrapped box. He looked at you in astonishment. He had said he didn't need any presents, but of course you hadn't listened to that. His gaze softened and he took the gift from you. "You shouldn't get me anything," he said, almost reproachfully. You just shrug and say, "Come on, open it." The man smiled and carefully opened it.

A beautifully decorated pocket knife was well packed in the box. He had lost his some time ago and had been very sad about it and here you sat with an expectant look and gave him the most beautiful present ever. Your happy face when you see how happy he was about the knife. Two birds with one stone, he thought. The knife was decorated with beautiful patterns and it fit perfectly in his hand. "It's the most beautiful knife I've ever seen. Thanks, Y/N,” he said happily, pulling you into a tight hug.

Jake Lockley

Jake woke you up right at 7 a.m. You were completely tired when he carried you to the car and drove off. You had no idea where to go, especially since today was a holiday anyway. And he didn't like Christmas markets. The drive took two hours and that also explained why he had thrown you out of bed so early. You fell asleep in the car long ago. Jake loved watching you sleep. The flat road turned into a dirt road that woke you up instantly. You looked around. There was snow everywhere and a large forest stretched along the edge of the path. Jake pulled the car to the side and said you guys would walk the last bit. He put your coat on you and took you in his arms. Although he had provisions with him, he had brought a small trolley with him, in which there was now a large bag that he could pull behind him. He also had a backpack with him. When he said you were going to walk the last bit, you didn't expect him to carry you the bit, which also turned out to be a little further. But Jake seemed tireless.

After 10 minutes, a large lake stretched across your field of vision. Jake headed for a small cabin with a glass wall facing the lake. He put you on your feet and opened the door. "Walk in, princesa," he said, showing you the way inside. You sayd thank you and then looked around. It was wonderful. The cabin was relatively modern for its small size. It had a large main room overlooking the lake, a small bathroom, and a kitchenette. Jake carried the bags in and asked you to take a seat on the large bed in the main room.

"It's so beautiful here," you say in amazement. Jake smiled and sat down next to you when he was done. "They say you can also see deer here." You were excited and happy about this trip. Jake had already prepared everything and made sure that you could spend a lot of time together without him having to leave to bring something over again and again. He had cooked and frozen the food days ago, now all he had to do was heat it up. He did. He still found a hot winter soup for breakfast to be the best breakfast, even if this is perhaps rather unusual. But you don't mind. You were lounging on the bed and admiring the lake and the few birds that could be seen flying at this time of year when Jake came over to you with two steaming bowls of soup and sat down next to you again. He looked out for a moment too. Then he hands you your bowl, pulls you back onto the mattress, and leans you against him. Now he put a blanket over you . "It's nice here, but not nearly as nice as you.", he said and looked at you. You blushed slightly and smiled in embarrassment. After all this time you still got embarrassed when he complimented you and he loved it. He loved it when you blushed and shy.

After the meal, which tasted very good, you went for a walk through the snowy forest. It was quiet and you could only hear your footsteps in the snow. At least for now, because it wasn't long before you were singing Christmas carols together. You slip every few steps, but every time Jake catches you, laughing. At least until he fell himself. You laugh together and lie down in the snow. Your laughter echoed around the area. You had startled a deer that you could now hear running away. Then you became quieter, but you couldn't stop laughing. Only when the snow got through your clothes and you got cold you went back into the hut. Once there, Jake wrapped you in warm blankets and you drank a hot chocolate.

You leaned against him, completely frozen, and he pulled you closer to warm you. It was a sweet gesture. Jake always looked brutal on the outside, but he could also be very gentle and caring. He proved this to you over and over again. "I have a little something for you," you say, taking a package out of your pocket. You could just grab it in time when Jake brought you to the car in the morning. He looked at you reproachfully. But then he smiled and took the package from you. He shook it slightly while holding it to his ear. "What is it?" he asked, but you just laugh. He placed it on his thighs and began unwrapping it. A thin scarf with embroidered crescent moons appeared. "Did... did you do it yourself?" he asked in astonishment. You nodded and tried to read his expression. "Me encanta!" he called and immediately put the scarf on. You were over the moon that he liked it, but before you could say anything, he handed you a box. "Of course I also have something for you.", he said excitedly. You took the box, gave Jake a quick look, and then opened it. You put a hand over your mouth. You expected everything, even toys, but not a necklace. It was beautiful with entwined moons. The full moon in the center had framed a stone. You could hardly get a word out. It was just wonderful. Jake could see from your face that you liked it and he took it carefully and indicated that he wanted to put it on you. You let it happen and admire the jewel. "It is so beautiful. Thank you.” You said speechless. Jake smiled. "A beautiful necklace for a beautiful woman." Then he pulled you close and kissed you.

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