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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 months

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Celebrating Valentines with the moon boys

A.N: HELLO PEEPS I HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED what better way to celebrate my return than by a small hc about my baby moonboys and how theyd reach to celebrating valentines?!

enjoy this as i write it at 2 am, well past valentine but who cares eheheehhe

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

[ pls ignore all spelling mistakes and capitalization issues i'll fix it later i promise 😭😭😭 ]

Steven

while he may very well be the definition of a nervous wreck, he'd definitely be the type of person to remember your favourite flowers and chocolates and buy the largest possible set of both. top it off with a personal letter in which he confesses just how good you make him feel. steven would be the person to make you feel loved for yourself, never having to put on a facade for him, because he loves you more than you could ever love yourself. he's shocked when you cry at the words and you guys end up cuddling the rest of the night, with one arm around you and the other gently stroking your hair, whispering 'i love you' until you fall asleep.

once he's sure youre asleep, he'd snuggle into you, holing you tightly and recount every moment he's been grateful to have you for

Marc

as we all know marc is a true baby at heart. he'd be the kind of person to not make valentines a big deal but the moment he sees you pouting he'd turn the world upside down. not even khonshu would be able to calm him down. once you tell him that in fact you do want him to pamper you on valentines, hed go to pull all the stops. make it the best valentines youve ever had.. first up is a lovely breakfast in bed, with pancakes and strawberries and chocolate syrup overloaded. then he'd take you out for a picnic in the flower fields where you make a bouquet for him and he almost starts crying at the gesture (because why in the world would someone with a right mind ever do something so sweet for a mercenary?). the next stop was a romantic movie date that was being re-played in the theaters, followed by stargazing at night.

you were full of love and adoration for your man and the efforts he took to keep a smile on your face.

"all the stars in the sky couldnt compare to the love i hold for you, marc"

hed start crying, because he's new to being loved. its a foreign feeling but one he cherishes the most. he'd thank all the gods above for bringing you into his life

Jake

we all know he's a little shit. the more you'd hint him to treat you on valentines, the more dumb he'd act. ("valentines??? whats that???") to a point where youd start pouting and sticking your tongue out at him. cut to valentines and you thought he'd surprise you and all of the acting dumb was just to irk you. but when he actually has nothing planned it pisses you off. youd be sulky and bratty and purposefully get on his nerves too (*cough* no bra in the house *cough*)

turns out there was a surprise for you. one of the most hottest and filthiest nights you couldve ever imagined. rest assured there was no way youd be able to go out in public because a) your legs wouldnt move and b) with the amount of hickeys you had someone would thing youre being abused 😭😭

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spicytrashthe4th · 2 years

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Title: Fifth Times The Charm

Author: gothamcafe

Reader: gn

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: steven, marc, and jake

Summary: You're trying to figure out why your lovely boyfriends Marc and Steven haven't kissed you yet.

Link:

https://gothamcafe.tumblr.com/post/686532266151804929/imagine-marc-and-steven-arguing-over-who-gets-to

Title: Sleep With Me, Anytime

Author: grantspectortrash

Reader: gn

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: steven, marc, and jake

Summary: You and Steven live opposite each other and have been dating for a couple of weeks. One night you sleep at Steven’s during a storm. You get to meet Marc and Jake.

Link:

https://grantspectortrash.tumblr.com/post/686508535998300160/sleep-with-me-anytime

Title: (booty so big) lord have mercy [18+]

Author: stevengrant-my-beloved

Reader: f

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: steven, marc

Summary: steven and marc have a great ass and you’re obsessed with it. y’all have a bunch of fun, sexy times. that’s it (this fic is post ep 6 but i did take some creative liberties)

Link:

https://stevengrant-my-beloved.tumblr.com/post/683995051165089792/booty-so-big-lord-have-mercy-18

Title: I love you florally

Author: wysteria-clad

Reader: f

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: marc, jake, steven

summary: after missing your boyfriends when they are away for a mission, you decide to visit them and give them flowers.

Link:

https://wysteria-clad.tumblr.com/post/685782308747345920/i-love-you-florally

Title: identity confusion

Author: dont-feel-so-good-peter

Reader: gn

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: marc, steven, jake, the bin chicken makes an appearance

Summary: This may sound dumb, but how would a scenario play out where the reader just thought Marc, Steven, and Jake were identical triplets and has the absolute shock of their life

Link:

https://dont-feel-so-good-peter.tumblr.com/post/685807388284076032/this-may-sound-dumb-but-how-would-a-scenario-play

Title: Identity confusion: crisis part 2

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Summary: terrified, Steven has found out about Marc and Jake but he believes that you've been deceiving him all this time. In a fit of stevens terror, he tells you to get out of his apartment. But something terrible happens that leaves you and Steven feel worse than before.

Link:

https://dont-feel-so-good-peter.tumblr.com/post/686065069740654592/hi-i-your-%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%83%F0%9D%90%84%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%98-%F0%9D%90%82%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%85%F0%9D%90%94%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8D-story-is-there-a

Title: Without You

Author: weirdshadeofgray

Reader: f

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: Marc, Jake, Steven

Summary: Marc does a whoopsie n reader leaves

Link:

https://weirdshadeofgray.tumblr.com/post/685347518748459009/without-you

Little Muffin (multi)

Title: 🌘Little muffin🌔

Author: yoursecondfirstlove

Reader: f

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Featuring: Marc, Jake, Steven

P1 summary: (Y/n) thinks Steven is just the cutest little thing leaving Steven a blushing mess and Marc and Jake seething

P2 Summary: (Y/n) decides to drop by while Jake is in control and he decides it’s time for her to blush a little despite Marc and Stevens protests

P3 summary: There truly is nothing like a sleepover to bring people together, or get them at each others throats, something (y/n) quickly learns.

P4 summary: Steven quickly realises Marc may have had a point before, (y/n) does like playing with him and he finds out just how much he likes being played with

P5 summary: Jake feeling late to the party decides to play a little catch-up, but the rest aren’t too keen on being left out either

P1 link:

https://yoursecondfirstlove.tumblr.com/post/684796759399170048/little-muffin

P2 link:

https://yoursecondfirstlove.tumblr.com/post/684817153874132992/little-muffin-p2

P3 link:

https://yoursecondfirstlove.tumblr.com/post/684990308945215489/little-muffin-p3

P4 link:

https://yoursecondfirstlove.tumblr.com/post/685098115379904512/little-muffin-p4

P5 link:

https://yoursecondfirstlove.tumblr.com/post/685373545627451392/little-muffin-p5

Title: The Best Saturday

Author: batfamily14

Reader: f

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Summary: Steven has had the worst week at work and isn't his usual self, luckily you know how to fix that.

Link:

https://batfamily14.tumblr.com/post/687216640807649280/the-best-saturday

Title: Cheater || [Marc Spector x reader]

Author: iamcalmdammit

Reader: f

| Spicy | Angst | Fluff |

Summary: When you do Marc a favor and talk to Steven about the situation he's in, you accidentally find out Marc is married. You want to end things, but Marc doesn't want to let you go.

Link:

https://iamcalmdammit.tumblr.com/post/681898554698203136/cheater-marc-spector-x-reader

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breakablebarnes · 2 years

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Question for my followers:

Would you be interested if i started writing for Marc Spector/Steven Grant?? Bc I’m down

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izbelross · 1 year

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So I'm still alive and coleando 😔✌🏼✨😌

I went to the beach and spent the weirdest holidays ever but enjoyed them so much at the same time.

I'm still writing, yes. I will post very soon.

Btw I learned to ride a bike!!!! 😱😱

Next chapter in my life is finish what I started and that means my Ffs so get ready for more putting my traumas into words for the reader and my fictional husbandssss 😘

A gift for you all, this is from Ixtapa Zihuatanejo, Mexico ♥️

I've miss my blog and y'all ✨🫶🏻✨♥️

#izzi thoughts #por la vida que soy libre #Ixtapa-Zihuatanejo #moonknight fic #fratt fanfiction #daredevil fanfiction #my thoughts #holiday #moonboys x reader

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oddballwriter · 4 months

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Werewolf moon boys and reader where the reader is rubbing their belly when they've transformed and is going "Who's a good boy?" in the way that you do with a regular dog.

#i mean they are a dog #wolves are just og dogs #thus dog bf #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #werewolf au #werewolf!moonboys #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader

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spacesistersimp · 1 year

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Okay, but think about dressing as Morticia Addams and Gomez for Halloween with the moon boys??!

Jake would be IN LOVE

Steven wouldn't know how to act

And Marc, oh sweet sweet Marc, would be head over heels!

If his exists, can someone tagg me, please?

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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

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

Warnings: none

Word count: ~ 2890

Authors: Cass & Rouge

😻 JAKE 😻

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

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

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

"Of course!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why wouldn't I, silly?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked. "What?"

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

"How many?"

"Four more," Jake said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

"You want to keep them all?"

"Why not? Our flat is spacious."

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

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

🙀 STEVEN 🙀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"I promise."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

😾 MARC 😾

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Test? Should I be worried?"

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

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

You asked him to take a seat on the couch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"At least this time, trust me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The cat meowed loudly, wiggling her tail.

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

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

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

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

BONUS

🐱 KHONSHU 🐱

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

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

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

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

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

"How did it start?"

"Have you heard about the goddess Bastet?”

"Yes, I did."

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

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

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

You blinked in disbelief, shaking your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sucker-for-steven-with-v · 1 year

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Hug

Imagine getting a tight hug from moon boys.

Steven will wrap his arm around your waist and sink into your chest.

Marc will pull you in tight and squeeze you warmly with his tight hard chest.

Jake will put one arm around your chest then one hand on your hip, then straight to your lips for the deep kiss.

😍❤️😘

#moonboys fluff #moon boys #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #Moon Knight #moon knight fluff

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you-heard-what-i-meant · 2 years

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Leap of Faith - Moon Knight

Whoops, it’s been a Hot Minute Decade since I posted.

Here, have some Moonboys finding out F!Reader is pregnant to make up for it!

Leap of Faith - The Moon Boys have three very different reactions to finding out F!Reader is carrying their child. Available on AO3 Here!

Female! Reader, Pregnant! Reader. Angsty Fluff with a Happy Ending.

Unbeta’d, please excuse any strangeness!

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You anxiously adjust the two mirrors you’ve set up on the desk near the bed, take a deep breath, and finally take the plunge.

“Hey Steven, have you got a minute?”

Steven’s head appears around a bookcase. “Of course, my love, what is it?”

You smile at his adorable image - a book in each hand, glasses perched half way down his nose, green jumper (slightly too big of course) softening his edges.

“Can you come here?” You pat the bed beside you, and see a split second of worry warring with expectation pass across his face. He takes a few steps towards you.

“Everything alright, love?” He seems to have forgotten the books in his hands. You reach for them, and when he relinquished them you gently set them aside.

“Yeah, I just want to talk to you for a minute. And, um, are Marc and Jake around?”

Steven is starting to look concerned. His movements are measured as he sits next to you on the bed. He glances at the mirrors you’ve set up on the desk across from you both.

“Yeah, they, um, hang on…” he zones out for a second, then his eyes dart between the mirrors. His worried gaze settles on your face. You glance at the mirrors, but of course only see two slightly different angles of you and Steven sitting on the bed.

“… are they…?” You gesture towards the mirrors.

Steven blinks. “Uh, yeah, they’re here. What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Your gaze flicks to the mirrors again. “Where…?”

It takes Steven a moment to understand, his wringing hands unlock long enough for him to gesture vaguely left then right. “Marc, Jake. Love… You’re worrying us.”

He goes to reach for your hands, but they’re grasped firmly in your lap. His hands drop to his own lap and he dismisses any further thought, too caught up in his steadily growing panic. Jake, however, studies your clasped hands.

Steven’s leg is jiggling against the side of the bed now, and you're sure he’s picking up on your own nerves as you suddenly start to worry how they’re going to react. He utters your name softly, imploringly, and it gives you the push you need. You take a few steadying breaths, flip the thing in your hand upright and hold it out where all three men can see it. You anxiously focus on Steven’s face. He’s momentarily confused. “…What’s that…?” He studies the rectangular, white plastic stick, takes in the two blue lines in the little window at the centre, and a few seconds later his face goes blank.

The little bit of excitement you’d been feeling underneath the nerves just withers and fades away.

“Steven?” His face doesn’t change. “Marc? Jake?” You glance at the mirrors, although of course you see nothing of the other two men. You suddenly feel hollow. Your gaze drops to the stick as your hands fall into your lap taking the offending item with them. your voice comes out weaker than you’d have liked.

“Um, we can talk about it. It’s still really early on so-“

For a split second your fight or flight response is triggered - the arms around you are unexpected, and your instincts are blindsided. Then the thick New York accent filters through the fog in your brain and you tune in to Jake’s reaction.

“ - a baby? I’m gonna be a daddy? That’s - it’s - darlin’ we’re having a little us!” And as he works to express his excitement, he peppers your face with kisses. One hand moves from caressing your back, to resting on your belly, warm, gentle, protective. His mouth is still opening and closing but now he’s run out of words, and he’s… well he’s glowing. He looks up at you with damp, glittering eyes. You can’t help the grin that splits across your face.

“Yeah, Jake, we’re gonna be a family.” Then something occurs to you, and your smile falters. Of course Jake reads it straight away. “What’s wrong darlin’?”

You swallow with difficulty. “Where are…? Are Marc and Steven ok?”

A blank expression passes across Jake’s face. Of the three of them, he uses reflections to communicate the least. He prefers to just talk to his alters through their headspace. You wait as patiently as you can.

“Uhhhh… Yeah, Steven is…” his head tilts slightly “… I guess it’s like his brain is rebooting right now. He’s just getting up to speed. Marc is…” he trails off, a slight twist to his mouth. That slight twist is echoed in your stomach.

“Is he angry?”

Jake’s expression changes immediately. “No! No he’s…” he searches for a word. You try to supply it.

“Upset?”

Jake shakes his head vigorously. “No, Darlin’, no. He’s… freaking out a bit, that’s all. But Steven and I can -“ Jake doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his face completely changes and an English accent starts pouring a jumble of words into the air between you.

“- oh my days, I can’t believe it! Well I can, obviously, I’m not calling you a liar or anything, I swear, but I just - me, a daddy! And you! You're going to be a mummy! Not a mummy like the dead Egyptians, of course -“

And his hands are gently touching every part of you he can reach - your face, shoulders, arms, stroking your legs, and finally they hover over your belly. He looks at you almost hesitantly, and you can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up your throat.

“With the things we did that put this baby in me, you don’t need permission to touch my stomach now Steven.” You relish the flush on his cheeks for a few seconds before he’s suddenly, gently, guiding you to lay back on the bed. The flush of embarrassment at your reminder of how you got to this moment is replaced by a flash of pure desire and heat, then almost immediately replaced with a watery-eyed softness. He hovers over you where you lay, propping himself up on one arm as his free hand gently lifts your shirt away from your stomach. You can’t help the flush of pleasure as his fingertips graze your skin, and you can’t hold in the moan it causes. Steven’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Uhm, I don’t know…” his hand has frozen where it is, and it takes you a minute to trace his train of thought. You smirk. “We can still have sex Steven, ‘til right near the due date. We might need to be a bit creative in the last couple of months but I don’t intend to be giving that up. Besides, some people say you should do it more right before your due date to encourage the baby to arrive quickly.” You watch Steven file that away for later, then he’s back to being mesmerised by your soft belly. His hand gently lowers onto your skin, and you watch the wonder cross his face as he really considers what’s happening here. You can almost hear his thoughts whirling around.

“Oh love…” he sighs happily. It lasts just a few seconds.

You see the change instantly. The tension in his shoulders, the stillness in his face and body. Marc has arrived. He doesn’t move for a minute, and you call for him softly. “…Marc?”

His eyes flick sideways at you, but otherwise he’s still a statue. The tension radiates from him. His head bows so far down it’s practically touching your stomach beside his hand.

“I… Baby-“ he flinches at the pet name now “- I’m…”

Whatever it is, he can’t say it. He visibly struggles long enough for you to start feeling that fear again. Finally he grinds out through a broken throat “I don’t think I can do this.” You watch a tear fall from his cheek, feel it hit the sensitive skin of your belly.

Panic begins to swell in your chest. You know Jake and Steven are fully behind this big step, but if Marc isn’t…

“Why not?” Your voice is soft. He shakes his head slightly. Then he’s sitting up, pulling his knees up and resting his elbows on them as his hands tug at his inky curls almost violently. You slowly sit up beside him.

“I… it’s not like I had the best role models. And… I’m broken, you know? I’m not stable enough. I’m not safe for either of you to be around. I’ve killed people, I still do, even though it’s Jake doing it now, it’s still these hands. And what if I lose it? What if I lose control one day and hurt the kid? What if someone comes after us because of what I’ve done in the past, what we still do now? What about-“ the flood gates have opened and Marc’s terror is pouring into the room. You grab his hands, shake them to get his attention. “Marc -“

His gaze snaps to your face, and he utters in a voice so broken it guts you. “I can’t take care of our baby.”

He starts to shake his head, and it takes you a minute to realise he’s communicating with Steven and Jake. His murmured words begin to cycle like a mantra. “No, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t I can’t Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t-“

And you find yourself grabbing his face. “Marc! Stop!”

His dark eyes squeezed shut so hard he must be seeing flashing lights behind his closed lids.

“You can. And you know you can because you’ve already raised someone, and they turned out just fine.”

That throws Marc. He looks up at you with watery eyes. “-what? Who?”

You smile softly at him, holding your tears in for dear life. “Steven. You raised him from when you were a child yourself. You sent him postcards from your mum, got him a place to live, a job at a museum that he loved… and you’re not alone are you?”

You can practically see him processing it all somewhere behind his panic. His voice is raw when he speaks. “I don’t want you to end up a single parent.”

You chuckle. “I won’t. This baby is the most blessed child in the world. He’s got three amazing dads. I didn’t even get one. I’m pretty sure that between you, you’ll cover all the bases. And if you ever get worried, you can help each other out.”

Marc’s gaze moves to the mirrors. It’s a long couple of minutes of watching a silent conversation through Marc’s face before you see his expression finally break, and he slowly turns his attention back to you. The earlier all encompassing terror has now diminished somewhat, a light of hesitant hope in his dark eyes.

“Okay.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “Okay?”

Marc’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Yeah. Okay. It’s - I mean, I’ve got a great example of what not to do, so…”. He offers a small, self deprecating smile.

Your heart breaks a little. You gently lay your palm against his face. “This baby is going to be the most loved child that ever existed.”

A long sigh deflates him, the tension leaking out of him and leaving him dragging you bonelessly down to the mattress with him. His voice is softer now, muffled where he buries his face in your neck as he mutters in your ear “this baby is going to be the most fucking spoilt child that ever existed, I swear.”

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What I think babysitting with Marc, Steven, and Jake is like :)💕

Steven: Now let's get one thing straight, Steven loves kids, he even wants to be a Dad one day. But he doesn't like babysitting somebody else's kid for long periods of time, especially by himself. He leaves the tantrums and bathroom visits up to you, but if you need him to entertain the kid while you take a break? Then he's your guy. He would try to get them to learn about Ancient Egypt at first, but then you'd walk in and find them laying on their stomachs playing with Barbies.

Marc: Marc is a lot like Steven when it comes to babysitting. He doesn't like being left alone with them for long periods of time, especially if they're at the age where they can walk or crawl. Newborns are probably his favorite to babysit. He loves it when they fall asleep on him because they're all so cute and cuddly. He's the kind of guy that starts crying when they cry because he feels bad for them. But at the end of the night, you'd look over and see him dead asleep on the couch with the baby curled up on his chest and it just melts your heart.

Jake: This man is a God taking care of kids. Sure, he can entertain them, put 'em sleep, all that good stuff. But the part that makes him so good at it is the fact that he just has to look at them when they snap at you and they immediately straighten up. And if they don't start acting right, he'd growl something in Spanish, then the kids straighten up. He's never had to actually follow through with one of his threats before, but he's totally not scared to. At the end of the day, he genuinely enjoys babysitting and would to have one of his own as soon as you're ready.

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kestrel2001 · 2 years

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Your Voice | JAKE

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night from a bad nightmare and you end up discovering something new from Jake Lockley ☾

Why did nobody told me this was out??? Oscar Isaac and Gaby Moreno singing Luna de Xelajú

IMPORTANT AN: I don’t have DID, I’ve only done the basic amount of research and have watched videos of systems talking about their experience, this is not an accurate depiction of DID. Either way, let me know if I messed up, I’m open to learn and I don’t want to be disrespectful ♥

Pairing: Moonknight system x GN! reader. Mainly Jake x Reader

( Finally changed it so it can be read as Gender Neutral! Enjoy!!)

Warnings// Not an accurate depiction of DID, mention of the system. That’s all, I believe <3

Let me know if I missed something!

Word count: 1k+

A loud thunder made your heart jump for the hundredth time in less than a minute, you could’ve blamed the storm for waking you up, but the truth wasn’t as simple.

You looked around the apartment and noticed a faint yellow light coming from the living room that slipped through the bookshelves.

The lump in your throat turned speaking into a shore, it took you longer than expected to let out a single word without the fear of crying. “Honey?”

The rain was unstoppable and it easily covered the sound of your voice, you wrapped one of the blankets around your body while you tried to make some sense of the nightmare you just had, as if it wasn’t enough, it was replaying again and again in your head, something that felt so real as you slept and so ridiculous as you woke up, you walked with your hands still shaking, wondering if Jake would be the one fronting when you found them, he was the one that wished you good night after all.

Although, most times you would find Steven up reading or Marc watching TV, just then realizing you didn’t know what Jake did when he couldn’t sleep. Your steps were faster anytime you remembered any part of your nightmare.

You found them sitting comfortably on a chair, with their headphones on, scrolling through music with an adorable small smile. Just watching them relaxing, and obviously happy with whatever song they were listening to made you calm down a bit, you took a step forward, already having an idea of who might be fronting.

“Jake?” You wanted to make sure it was him, he noticed your presence and let the headphones fall on his neck, giving you a little nod.

“What happened, corazón?” His brows came together as he made his way to you, noticing you were shaking.

“Can you come back to bed with me? Just for a bit” you wrapped your arms around his waist and he held your face with the delicacy only a few people got to see in him. “I had a dumb nightmare” you admitted with a sigh and held closer onto him.

“Ugh, I hate nightmares” He muttered raising his upper lip in disgust, you were about to say something when a glimpse of your dream came to your mind making you flinch out of reflex, Jake looked at you for a second and took a deep breath. This had happened before, whenever you were anxious or scared he would take a deep breath knowing you would copy him, sometimes you got to do it for him as well.

“What was it about?” He asked once you had calmed down a little.

“I don't really wanna talk about it” You rested your forehead against his shoulder “I’ll only say that it was awful, everything was so weird and terrifying” you let out a sad chuckle and he gently stroked your back.

“I understand. Come on, I’ll make you company” He pulled away and took your hand in his, trying to warm it up, gaining a loving smile from you.

“What were you doing?” You asked knowing the curiosity would make you forget about the nightmare. “Were you crafting some playlists for your passengers?” you teased him as you walked back, letting yourself fall on the bed once you got there.

He grabbed you in his arms with a side smile and you let out a laugh “Not at all, they don’t deserve my playlists” he faked seriousness and moved you a bit so he could lay next to you.

“You could’ve just asked me to move” you replied with a giggle and got comfortable beside him.

“Yeah, but I made you laugh and that’s better”

“Ok I can’t argue with that” he grinned and gave you a peck on the cheek “So? What were you listening to?” you said playfully

“Right, a song called ‘Luna de Xelaju’” He took off his headphones and looked at you after you stayed silent.

“I understood Luna” He let out a chuckle at first but soon his laugh grew louder when you joined him. “Stop, stop laughing” you tried containing your own and he shook his head while he placed his headphones over your ears.

“Here” Jake took out his phone and searched for the song “Let’s see how’s your spanish, yeah? I hope the volume is ok” You nodded when the song started playing and you leaned closer to him, the faint scent of his cologne reaching your nose.

Just by hearing some bits of the song he could tell when certain lyrics were coming and translate them for you “I come to sing to my beloved, the moon of my Xelajú” his voice was a soft whisper as his eyes followed your reaction to the song, he couldn’t stop smiling as he realized you enjoyed the song as much as he did, even if you only understood some parts of the song, the melody was enticing and the vocals were beautiful, the instruments were telling a story of their own and it made everything come together perfectly.

“Mi amor! I know that one!” You smiled proudly and frowned slightly when the song was over “Play it again, please!”

He looked at you for a second with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him and leaned in to kiss you softly and slowly in the sweetest way possible. “I thought you would like it, but I didn’t know how much you would” you still had your eyes closed wanting to kiss him more.

“And now you’ll have to do that again as well” you whispered jokingly. “So is this your thing now?”

“Kissing you? I hope it’s my thing for a long time”

“I already knew that, I’m talking about the playlists” you grabbed his chin and he smirked.

“Don’t give me that look” he huffed “Yes, it is”

“That’s better” You smiled “how many do you have?”

“Let me see” He looked at his phone giggling as you still were grabbing his face “una, dos tres…Ten, wow, I thought I had less. I do them whenever I have free time, and that’s more often now that some of the life-threatening situations have gone down, I feel less… on edge, by the fact that we are handling better being a system, and of course, now that we are with you, it’s just been good lately and it helps to relax” He sighed and looked down, happy that he finally was able to tell you that. “Look at me I have hobbies now” he joked and you chuckled, subtly wiping away a tear that’d escaped your eye.

“I love to hear that, honey” you carefully brushed a curl away from his face

“Now, you should really go to sleep” He kissed your forehead and took his headphones off your ears.

“Why?” You whined dramatically “ I was being serious when I said I wanted to hear it again”

“Don’t you have to work tomorrow, cariño?” he asked with a side smile

“And??” you replied playfully “The song is short and I still haven’t asked to hear the whole playlist, you should worry then”

“Damn, that’s a good point” He bit his lip and played the song one more time, now both of you hearing it loud and clear after the rain had stopped. You caught him humming the song from time to time and singing quietly in some parts, his voice was one of your favorite things.

“Please, you need to start singing more” You drew circles around his arm, and he thanked the darkness in the room for hiding his burning face.

“Me?” He asked incredulously, rising his eyebrows.

“Yes, I love your voice” you knew the effect you were having on him.

You could hear his heart racing when you laid your head on his chest, he let out a nervous laugh (so unlike him), he was acting as if it was the first time you complimented him. “You become cuter at night, don’t you?” He tried to play it cool but you knew him better than that, you placed soft kisses along his jawline and smiled against his skin.

“You’ll sing me to sleep next time I have a nightmare?” you muttered in his ear and he felt butterflies all around.

“You’re gonna be the end of me, dulzura”

If you like the drawing above you can have it as a sticker! :D

Translations

Corazón: Heart <3

Luna de Xelajú: Moon of Xelajú ( The cover is done by Oscar and Gaby Moreno)

Dulzura: Sweetness

Mi amor: My love

Cariño: Sweetie

Una, dos, tres: One, two, three hehe

I hope you enjoyed, let me know in the comments! <3

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spicytrashthe4th · 2 years

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Steven Grant x Reader

Marc Spector x Reader

Jake Lockley x Reader

Moon Boys x Reader

#moon knight #moonboys x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven marc jake x reader #moon knight master post #gn!reader x steven grant #gn!reader x marc spector #gn!reader x jake lockley #f!reader x marc spector #f!reader x jake lockley #f!reader x moonboys

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Anchor - (Marc Spector x Reader) (Steven Grant x Reader) (Jake Lockley x Reader)

Marc dislikes the quiet, the absence of noise resonates in his head allowing the darkness to filter in. His memories before Khonshu, his life after they intermingled taunting him. He wasn’t a good person, he hadn’t been when he met you and he certaintly wasn’t after.

A good man wouldn’t have asked you on a date after you bumped into him at a coffee shop. A good man woudn’t have drawn you into this mess of a life. A good man would have left you alone but Marc admitted he wasn’t a good man.

He had been solitary for too long, even with the others inside his head. He distanced himself from people, shirking affection. Steven however craves it; it was Steven who reached out to you when Marc can’t bring himself to take that step. It is Steven who explains their predicament because Marc is too God damned ashamed to try. It is Steven, careful considerate Steven that you fall in love with first.

The anguish, the unworthiness is ingrained into the core of Marc’s psyche. Steven maybe good enough for you but he isn’t despite the fact you met him first Marc isn’t. There are days he disappears, where he drinks to forget, where he sinks under the weight of everything he’s done. He blocks you out, ignore the glimpses of your face he gets in his mind when he remembers your kindness, your words.

You are enough, you had told him with that delicate touch and honest smile.

He wished he believed it.

In the aftermath of these disappearances, it is Steven who is forced to smooth over the edges, who explains that Marc’s depression is getting worse, that he’s isolating himself. Marc loves you more than anything, but he’s scared because for Marc, loves comes with a price, one that has scarred him so badly he finds it hard to cope.

Love is violence, love is pain, love is agony leeching into your bones and stealing away your sanity.

Steven lives for your touches, he basks in them, in the strength of your connection. He takes enjoyment in pleasing you, in learning your body with studious fingers and an inquiring mouth. Steven spends days with you, sometimes weeks. He holds your hand, shows you his favourite places, you explore bookshops together, landmarks, the best exhibitions in the museum.

It is Steven who gives him the greatest gift of all when he retreats, shoving Marc to the forefront while the two of you lie on a picnic blanket in the planetarium, gazing up at the stars. You know it’s Marc from the way his grip on your hand tightens, his thumb tracing over the rivets of your knuckles as you lie in silence.

The beauty of the sky above steals away Marc’s doubts, he’s seen stars like this before in real life and he tells you about nights camped out staring at the sky. About his adulation of the cosmos, how it feels like he is standing on the edge of the world, ready to fall face first into the darkness.

Marc stays for days after that, he spends lazy nights wrapped up in your sheets, loving you with everything that he has, discovering new ways to draw his name from your lips. You languish under the attention, giving as much as taking because at some point Marc is going to retreat. You can see it in the way he starts to get antsy, the way he rubs the back of his head like something has burrowed deep inside. When he snatches up his jacket and leaves you expect it. Rome wasn’t built in a day and putting back the broken pieces of yourself takes time and self-reflection.

Marc cherishes those days with you, he relives them in his absence turning to drink once more to medicate himself because he knows somehow, he is going to burn it all down, just like he has done with every single relationship before you. He will break your heart and, in the process, destroy Steven’s.

Nobody factored in Jake’s opinion on things. Both Marc and Steven knew they lost time, it was usually small increments, a few hours here and there. They knew Jake existed, but he rarely surfaced unless he needed to do something that had to be done. Sometimes Marc woke with you, sometimes without. Where Steven was open, Jake was private, locking the other two out during your time together.

One night Jake decided he had had enough of Marc’s wallowing, of his gratuitous self-pity. He was sick of leaving, sick of waking up in weird places with a hangover that wasn’t his. Jake knew he wanted you, knew that you wanted him, he knew what needed to be done. When he made love to you it was demanding and ruinous, you were a deviant little puzzle he liked to work out. He played your body like an instrument, fine tuning the strings with his mouth and fingers until he created a symphony. He let Marc see everything, the event, the aftermath, the pillow talk.

He allowed him access to the words he used.

Mi Querida, Mi Amor, Mi Vida.

My Darling, My Love, My Life.

Jake told you everything in detail, the things he had done, the good and the bad. Things that both Marc and Steven hadn’t known or even suspected. He let Marc hear all of it because if you could handle Jake, with this penchant for violence that meant you would have no problem with Marc.

One night after you’d slipped away into sleep, he watched you, his lips brushing over your bare shoulder, your ass tucked into the hollow of his body. Your fingers were entwined with his, your hair fanned out over the pillow.

This felt right to him. He felt grounded, tethered back to the world he had cut himself away from. It was at that moment he realised what the others had had already come to understand. They were a ship battered by the storm, coming so perilously close to being dashed on the rocks and you were an anchor, holding them in place, keeping them safe.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Summary: Marc moves into a cabin in the woods to escape the risks of being found out as a werewolf but as he lives amongst nature and hears a few tales, he finds that he's not the only living piece of folklore around the forest.

Warnings: Werewolf nonsense. Mentions of forest spirits and fae. The reader is a forest spirit/fae type being in the forest. The reader is referred to using she and her and with fem-associated adjectives. Marc is kind of emo in the beginning but honestly, he's always been like that, like that's just how he is. Only Marc is here and there is no mention or implication of Steven or Jake.

Author’s Snip: I wrote this in one sitting late at night so if any of the grammar or sentences are weird then I'm sorry and also blame my grammar-checking software for not getting it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,691

Living in the middle of nowhere woods seems like it would be a given for a man inflicted with being a werewolf to live, but this would be the first time Marc has actually taken on that life. Regardless of the fact that he's from the city of Chicago, the exact opposite of a vast untouched green of nature. In the end, it was for the best, for everyone. He wouldn't run the risk of getting hunted down for what he is, and no one would panic over a wolf creature running loose in the city.

Marc wanted to fade away into the forest and live alone where the forest could hide him both when in and out of his monstrous state. He had found and bought a cabin property deep in the forests of southern Illinois, a very different place than he's used to, but he can adapt. He always has.

When he made it all the way there he got a good in-person look at it. It was nice. Homey. It would do well and he could see a comfortable living in it. It's far from the nearest official town but that's how he wanted it. It's far enough away that no one will bother him or catch the sight of him on a full moon. Even with the nearest cabin considered it was a good enough distance. It was perfect. He could hide here.

Marc did have to meet his 'neighbor', so to speak. He was the man who lived in the cabin nearest to him, as mentioned before. He came saying that he was aware that someone new had come along and wanted to give him a warm welcome. Although Marc wasn't much of a social person he decided to humor the man since he had driven the whole way here and came bearing gifts. Those gifts were food from his personal garden saying "I know there's a market in town but nothing beats the ones you grow in unaltered nature. They're pure and clean, nothing added but what the dirt's already got in it.". Some hippie-ish stuff about Mother Earth and all that. Marc could tell that this man was one of those old men who was tired of the world and wanted to live off the land. Power to him, but Marc couldn't shake off the feeling of being preached at.

Eventually, the man wrapped up his speech, or so Marc thought. Apparently, the pause that Marc took as a wrap was actually the man rerouting his topic. "You ever hear the legends, son?" the man asks. Marc scrunches his face in confusion, "The what?" he asks.

"You know, the legends! About the things that exist here in woods like this." the man exclaims as if Marc was kidding around with him, "The fae folk, the forest spirits, nymphs, what have you." he lists off. Marc shakes his head, "I'm not really a folklore and mythos kind of person." Marc says half-heartedly with a shrug. "Oh, they aren't just stories. I've met a few people who claim to have seen a thing or two here." the man smiles.

Marc crosses his arms unsure of where this guy is going with this. "I'm guessing you're going to tell me about some local cryptid?" Marc asks. "Oh, she's no cryptid, son. She's real. And she's everywhere." the man laughs in a way that is meant to be lighthearted but seems slightly ominous with the words he's said. "And... who is she?" Marc questions. The man clears his throat from his laugh and spins this small tale, "She's believed to be some kind of forest spirit who lives and watches over this part of the forest here. Wandering around making sure no one takes more than they need and occasionally watching those who are here from a distance to see what you're up to." the man explains.

"Some say they see her and that she's as beautiful as the land itself and changes with it in the seasons but she's a hard chase of you try to catch her, running as fast as a quick breeze and disappearing into the trees and the sound of the leaves rustling. but those who try to chase her say that you can hear her giggle in the rustling like it's a game of tag. If you stay on her good side then she has the breeze carry the scent of the forest for you to enjoy and has wild flowers grow around your cabin or helps grow any plants you might have." the man says further.

Again, just some hippie-spiritual-mythos junk, but that story sounds amusing at least. "And what if I make her mad?" Marc asks and that man begins again.

"Oh, well if you get her mad then she has all the trees pent you with their seed pods and nuts or she gets the animals involved. She sends them down to either dig up your property or scare the hell out of you in the middle of the night. Let me tell you something, son. Stags and deer are pretty in the day, but at night when it's just them and their bright unmoving stares in the middle of the darkness it's the thing of nightmares. And if she's real mad by hurting nature then she lets it take a bite right back at you, and Mother Nature is a fearsome thing when scorned." the man tells Marc, with occasional add-ins.

Marc scoffs at the stories and nods along. "You laugh but I swear to it. She's here and she keeps to her deeds. I got greedy last hunting season and shot an extra rabbit. Soon after that, a whole hoard of the little bastards came and ate up all my home-grown food and the squirrels were throwing the scraps in their burrows at me from the trees." he swears. "I still get pelted with one every now and then and at this point I think she's just trying to be funny." he adds.

After some more back and forth, the man leaves to let Marc have his first night in peace as the sun sets and baths the forest in a golden glow. Marc takes the luxury of not having it be a full moon any time soon and watches as the light goes from gold to a soft deep blue and purple and then the black of the night. He can hear the distant sounds of crickets talking in their chirps. As Marc settles into bed and lies in the quiet he finds himself thinking about the story that the man told him. He still feels disbelief in the tale but there's a part of him that doesn't want to be too skeptical. He is a werewolf who came to hide in the forest after all.

After a brief amount of time living in the cabin and counting down the days till his next turn with the full moon, Marc finds himself simply existing in the area around his new home. The trees are still lush with green leaves that shield away the sun but still allow it to be bright enough. He's been using his time outside of going into town to get supplies for the cabin occasionally picking up litter and trash and getting rid of all the dead leaves that have gathered while the cabin has been unoccupied.

He jokes to himself, calling out "I'm cleaning your forest. I hope that's okay with you." to the air as if the tales are true and you truly are watching him. However, he does notice that in the passing days, the patches of dirt around his cabin are being taken by green grass and some wildflowers are starting to bud from miscellaneous spots, and sometimes he smells the scent of the trees as the wind blows by occasionally but he just deems it a coincidence each time.

The first time he had a sign that he was wrong in his dismissal came soon after though on the night first turn here and the morning after. It happened like any other full moon. He painfully turns, runs and wanders the area, all of which is in a blur that feels like watching a slide show of photos taken and various moments. It all happens as it normally does but as he wakes he sees glimpses in his memories of a figure who is illuminated by the moonlight just away from sight but as he looks at them in his memories he feels no sense of danger. Instead just watches from afar as he moves along.

But when Marc truly wakes up, his body aching, and the morning sun burning his sore eyes he finds something strange. He's lying with a ring of flowers around him and some on him. He sits up in shock despite his muscles still recovering after the stress of changing twice in the span of the night. He catches some of the flowers as they roll off seeing that they are picked wildflowers and dandelions, and so are the ones around him.

Marc is reasonably confused and fearful. Did someone find him? Did they see everything? Why did they pick flowers and put them around him? Where the hell are they now? The flowers are still fresh and haven't started sagging yet. All these questions ran through his mind. But just as he's about to call out, he feels a soft breeze pass him and the smell of the forest come to his nose.

Marc looks around and his eyes fall on you a bit away blending in with the colors and hues of the trees and foliage, almost in beautiful camouflage with the surroundings. Marc calls out to you and stammers to get up, but his legs give and he falls back down. He looks back up but you're gone just like that.

Marc is at a loss for words but settles on a confused but still appreciative "Thank you." for the seemingly kind gesture of covering him in flowers, whatever that means, feeling that you're still around to hear it.

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