#moonknight x y/n
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baby scarab || 64
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A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, kinda rushed? angst, more angst, yelling, mentions of past child abuse, let me know if i missed anything.
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you were sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning while slowly picking at a muffin steven had made earlier.
marc sat across from you, and layla had left earlier as well.
it was silent. too silent. you could hear every drop of rain that fell on the ground a couple stories down.
that was until you decided to speak up.
"so... am i still grounded?" you ask uncomfortably.
marc sighs a runs a hand through his hair. "yes. but.. for less time. and i know this will.. absolutely break your heart but.. but..... oh motherfu- jake you do it"
"no"
"darling listen.." steven takes over. "we decided as a group.. and your mother and even khonshu agrees but... we've decided that you won't be able to be arachnid until you're eighteen.." your heart drops at stevens sentence.
"what..?" you ask shakily and marc sighs.
"i know it's hard to hear, but we really mean it this time. we can't have you out there getting hurt-"
"but you do it all the time!" you interrupt. "jake knows how important it is to me- he agrees that i should have freedom! right jake?" you look to him in the mirror and he gives you a sad look.
"wha- jake?! you too?! seriously- i- you've seen what i can do- i-" you cut yourself off, tearing up and putting your head in your hands, allows resting on the table.
steven sighs sadly. "it's okay darling, we're sorry but- you need to focus on your school work, i mean it's the beginning of march and you're failing almost all your classes! you haven't even been in school all too much either!" he raises his voice and you look up at him.
"you can't do this- it doesn't matter if i graduate i don't even know what i'm going to do in life- all i have are these stupid powers!" you tell back at him and a stern look takes over stevens face.
"no, you listen. you need to graduate, i'm not letting you throw your life away-"
"why not?! you're already taking away everything else!" you cut him off again.
steven scoffs, which is something unlike him to do. "excuse me? we are taking away one thing- and it hurts you don't you understand? it's gotten you kidnapped!" he raises his voice another notch.
you groan out of annoyance. "steven just stop- im not giving this up, i can't" you start. "there's people out there that need my help-"
"they have us, kid" marc says and you look to the mirror where he looks at you. "you aren't invincible! you're just a kid, you shouldn't be out there risking your life-"
"neither should you! what if one day khonshu can't heal you?! what- what if one day i just sit here like an idiot waiting for you to come home and you never do?!" you stand up from your seat.
"y/n we will always come home- but you however are young and inexperienced. you are more likely to die out there than we are" steven answers. "we can't lose you. we are doing this because we love you, i need you to understand that" he quiets his voice and you sigh, sitting back down.
"but that's why i-" you're interrupted by khonshu appearing in a thick fog before he turns to steven.
"we must go!" he shouts and you look to steven in a panic.
"no! i- i just got back-"
"darling listen, we will continue this when we get back but you have to promise me you'll stay here-"
"don't just leave! what's wrong with you?!-"
"casper is coming over to make sure you stay put- now we really have to go-" steven continues to talk over you while his suit forms onto his body.
"steven this isn't fair-"
"don't talk to me about 'fair', now i love you, just stay here" steven days before leaving out the window, making you stare with wide eyes at all that just happened.
"great job 'dad'. sending my fucking boyfriend to come babysit me" you mutter under your breath as you speed walk to your room and slam the door shut, falling onto your bed face first.
that's when you immediately hear a knock at the front door and you groan out of annoyance.
"yeah okay- can't even get a fucking minute of peace" you mumble, swinging your door open to march to the front door.
you open it to see casper with a sad smile on his face. "are you okay?" he asks quietly and you sigh, dragging him in by his sleeve and shutting the door.
"i'm fine. it's not like you came here just to babysit me" you say sarcastically and sit down on the couch with your arms crossed.
casper sighs and goes to sit next to you. "i came here to make sure you're okay. and because i love you" he says honestly, and you look over to him.
"and to make sure i don't leave" you add and he shakes his head.
"even i know that i couldn't stop you if you really wanted to leave" he says and you nod. "that's true-"
"but you wouldn't. i can tell how exhausted you are right now" casper tells you and you look away, biting the inside of your cheek.
"i'm not even-"
"come on, marc told me everything that happened. have you even tried to sleep since then?" he asks and you stay quiet.
casper sighs and stands up in front of you, offering you a hand. "come on" is all he says before you take his hand.
he takes you to your room and pulls the blanket back on your bed.
you get the message and sit down, looking up at casper as he slips his shoes off before joining you.
"just get some sleep, okay? i'm worried about you" he pushes you down so that your head hits your pillow.
"i'm really not in the mood to sleep right now-" you try sitting back up and casper moves behind you to put his arms around your waist, keeping you from sitting up.
"casper-"
"you're not getting out of this and i'm not leaving until you fall asleep"
"how about you just don't leave at all"
"deal"
you smile to yourself before turning around in casper's arms to face him.
"and for the record, i love you too" you lean to press a kiss to casper's lips before burying your face in his neck.
casper sighs in content and hugs you closer, feeling almost just as tired as you were.
i'm not even two minutes both of you were fast asleep in each others arms, not a care in the world about anything that has ever happened.
meanwhile a few hours later you were still asleep, but in a different position.
you were on your back, head to the side while casper was still hugging your waist but with his face buried in your stomach.
and that's what jake had come home to.
he smiles as and shook his head before closing your door and quietly cleaning up the dried blood on his face.
it wasn't his by the way.
another hour passed and marc was extremely stressed about how tense them and you were before they left, and was almost scared of the next conversation you were going to have once you woke up.
he heard your door open a moment later and thought the worst.
that was until he realized it was casper and not you. he unknowingly let out a sigh of relief as casper approached him.
"how was she?" marc asks quietly and casper sits down next to him.
"justifiably angry" he starts. "i know that she understands why you're taking away arachnid, but it is a part of her now" he explains and marc sighs.
"i know but she's my kid.. she should be focusing on school, not listening to the news and going out to risk her life everyday" marc rants and casper nods.
"i miss her" casper confesses. "the real y/n. she used to try, like actually try. she had a job, and she tried her hardest in school but now.. she's changed so much" he takes a breath. "and i get that she's been going through things lately, like being kidnapped and- and taken by the police but- i need her back" he looks tearfully to marc, who gives him a concerned look.
"i can't let her destroy herself, i just can't" casper hides his tears behind his hands. "i love her marc. i would do anything to make her happy again"
marc puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. "i.. i know how that feels" he starts. "i'm glad she found someone like you.. and i hate that i just admitted that" casper smiles slightly at marc's comment and wiped his tears away.
"thank you, sir"
"call me marc.. you've earned it" marc mumbles and casper nods before marc furrows his brows in thought.
and that was when jake fronted, and casper noticed a change.
"you guys didn't actually have sex did you?" jake questions and casper quickly shakes his head
"no- no. we didn't..." he says.
"but?" jake adds and casper sighs.
"she.. she tried to get something started and i could tell she didn't want it" casper starts. "i.. i stopped her before anything actually happened.."
jake looks down at the ground. "..are you both okay?" he asks and casper nods.
"yeah, i.. i know she wasn't in the right headspace.... and i knew she was hurting" he finishes and jake nods.
"thank you"
casper looks confused. "for what? i just did the right thing- anybody would've done it-"
"no i.. we thank you for protecting her. even though she's technically a 'superhero' she still needs someone" jake starts. "someone like you" he admits and casper smiles slightly.
he's about to say something when you come wandering out, yawning and wiping away the tear stains from your cheeks.
nobody said anything. you just stood looking at them.
"you guys were talking about me.. weren't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"all good things" casper tells you. he thought that one little lie couldn't hurt, as long as you didn't use all your energy up again from crying and being overall angry.
"does this mean you have to go home?" you ask him, not even bothering to acknowledge jake.
casper sighs. "i believe it does.. but we will see each other at school tomorrow, and i can help you get caught up" he offers while standing up.
you simply nod and tiredly walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him waist in a hug.
casper hugs you back and when you let go he heads to the door.
"i'll see you tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself for me" he says before leaving.
you stare at the door for a moment before looking hesitantly at jake.
there was an awkward silence before either of you said anything.
"are you still mad at us?" jake asks which earns a scoff from marc at his bad choice in starting a conversation.
you furrow your brows and cross your arms in front of your chest. "what do you think, dip shit?" you retort and jake stands up with his hands on his hips.
"disculpe?" jake responds and you look away from him with a shake of your head.
"hey- look at me when i'm talking to you" he says sternly so with attitude, you look back at jake, who seemed to switch.
"don't call him that" steven starts, taking his hands off his hips to put them in his sweaters pockets. "you don't get to swear at us like that-"
"yeah? but what stopped me before?" you interrupt and steven takes a deep breath.
"don't interrupt me, and when you did it before it wasn't to hurt us- you better apologize to him or so help me-"
"so help you what? what are you going to do? send my boyfriend back here to babysit me while you go fuck around in your stupid suit?" you start angrily. "how about taking my phone- oh wait! you already have! god knows when i'll fucking get it back!"
"you watch your tone-"
"i'm not finished 'steven'" you say his name as if it's a curse in your mouth. "bet you're regretting adopting me now, huh? it's all been shits and giggles up until you took everything away from me! first my phone- and- and then arachnid- what's next?! are you going to starve me?! resort to beating me, because i damn well deserve it!"
stevens eyes widen at your words and the fact that your angrily yelling at him, marc and jake are just as shocked but can't find anything to possibly say.
"why did you even adopt me?! why bother trying- you've never been around kids before- and marc's had a bunch of trauma associated with it so why?!" you yell in stevens face and he hesitates in putting a hand on each of your shoulders.
"listen. we love you y/n, please just tell us why you're so worked up" he offers quietly and calmly and you stare up at him confused.
"..what...- you- answer my damn question!" you shove his hands off you you.
"we adopted you because we all saw part of ourselves in you.." steven starts.
that's when marc fronted. it was getting to be a bit too much for steven.
"even before jake.. me and steven both saw a part of ourselves in you. and you were hurting. you were overworked with school and your job, and you were being bullied at school- we had to at least help you" he starts and you calm down enough to listen.
"we.. grew attached. we became protective over you because we saw you as our kid. i have always had trouble expressing.. feelings... and so have you now please, please just tell us what's bothering you" he takes a breath. "please baby, i know you're hurting just tell us how we can help you" his voice breaks at the end of his sentence and you look down at the ground.
it's silent for a minute while you try and hold back tears.
"i.. if i can't help then what's the point..?" you start slowly, still staring at the floor. "i don't want to just sit here and do nothing... nobody else knows what's going on out there with harrow- and- and all that shit- i just want to stop it. it's my fault" you take a deep breath.
"i should've died out there where my mother left me.." you manage to rasp out before marc looks at you in absolute terror.
he moves his hands to each side of your face to lift your head up so he could look you in the eyes.
"don't you ever say that again, you hear me? nothing is your fault- and we're sorry for being so hard on you when you got home but you need to learn. you need to have a life outside arachnid, where you can get a job you love- maybe have a family of your own one day but you can't do that it you're constantly being hurt physically and emotionally" he pauses. "you need a break"
you don't say anything but your eyes gather with tears as you take in a shaky breath.
"..i'm sorry...." you manage to squeak out before tumbling into full blown sobs.
"i'm so sorry- i didn't mean to yell at you guys! i know why you do these things and i shouldn't take my anger out on you it's not fair! i'm sorry- i'm so so sorry-!" you get pulled into marc's chest, and your arms fall around his shoulders as you cry your heart out into his shirt.
"shh.. it's okay, we know you. we know you don't mean those things-"
"no marc you don't understand! i've been a horrible person to you guys and you didn't even do anything-"
"no. stop thinking like that, okay? i only want to hear you say good things about yourself, none of this self deprecating bullshit" marc rubs your back as you calm down, and you refuse to look up at him.
"i'm sorry.." you wipe your face. "stevens suit isn't stupid.. it's great" you sniff.
"it's okay darling, are you feeling better?" steven speaks up through the mirror on the wall.
"i shouldn't have yelled at you.." you say quietly, and wipe at your wet cheeks again.
"it's alright, you were just blowing off steam.. but next time just talk to us okay?" steven requests gently and you nod.
"good, now you seriously need to eat something, you're going to pass out from exhaustion" marc says and guides you back to the kitchen table where your muffin still sits from earlier in the day.
"if you want something else-"
"no.. it's fine" you cut him off and start taking small bites of the muffin.
you eat your muffin while marc sits across from you at the table, trying to decide if he should say anything.
he overall decides to, with the help of steven and jake.
"is there anything else bothering you..?" he asks and you look up at him and nod slightly.
he tilts his head at you as if asking you to go on.
you sigh and look down at the table, specifically the empty muffin wrapper.
"i just.. i miss how we used to be. i've been a terrible girlfriend to casper too.." you voice your worries and marc sighs.
"i miss you too. you lost yourself for a while and we are all here to help you, you know that" he starts. "and don't worry about casper. that kid loves you so much, i've seen it"
you look up at him and nod, slowly standing up from your chair, making marc do the same.
you slowly walk over to him to snake your arms around his waist and rest your forehead on his chest.
marc gently puts a hand around the back of your head and the other around your shoulder.
"it's okay. you'll be okay, kid" he tells you, which makes you tear up again.
you stood there with him for what felt like hours, and he didn't mind one bit.
steven and jake let him have this moment with you, letting him hold you while you calmed yourself.
who knows what the future would bring from here?
would you turn yourself around? would you go back to being an angst teenager?
but more importantly, would you lose someone close to you..?
i guess we won't know until later.
much later.
you thought this was going to be the end of this little chapter of your life didn't you?
tsk. you should know me better than that by now-
anyways, now, you're doing much better. it was now middle of april and you've gotten your grades up to C's, you get your phone for the day, and your dads take it at night and charge it in the kitchen.
your cats are no longer kittens, they have matured to the point where they fight for a spot on your bed, and whoever loses has to usually sleep with marc.
you'd gone on a couple dates with casper, who had gotten his first job at an ice cream parlor about 5 minutes away from his house.
so of course, he had to spoil you and take you to a fancy restaurant.
with a live quartet too. he wore the nicest clothes he had, and you did as well.
layla lent you an old dress of hers for the occasion, it was dark red with gold accents around the trim.
casper thought you crash landed there from heaven that night.
now back to present day, casper was walking you home from school while you fidgeted with your phone.
casper noticed the nervous tick, so he spoke up. "hey, you feeling alright?" he asks and you nod slightly.
"yeah.. just.. evie asked me to go to a party with her tonight and i'm nervous to ask my dads" you voice your worries and casper hums.
"well the worst they can do is say no" he points out and you turn your head to smile at him.
"i know. i guess i just needed reassurance, so thank you" you say kindly and casper opens the door to your apartment building for you.
"it's no problem. do you want me to come up with you?" he asks.
"no, that's okay. you should get home and get your brace off, i know it's been itching lately" you offer and casper chuckles.
"well i'll see you tomorrow then" he smiles.
you nod and lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips before backing up to the elevator.
"i love you, see you tomorrow" you smile and he waves before leaving.
you get a bit nervous in the elevator, watching the numbers rise as you reach your floor.
'the worst they can do is say no' you chant in your head before unlocking the door.
you walk in and leave your bag by the door while steven made tea at the stove.
"hey darling, how was school?" he turns to you for a second with a grin.
"it was good.." you say and steven turns to you with a confused look on his face.
"and..?" he asks and you fidget with your fingers before looking up at him.
"evie invited me to a party tonight.." you say quietly and steven looks over to the mirror on the wall.
"but it's fine if you want me to stay here i understand-"
"how much homework do you have?" marc asks and you blink a few times before answering.
"casper helped me finish it all during lunch"
marc sighs before nodding to steven.
"you can.. you can be out until 11 at the latest. and we will drive you there and back. you're lucky it's a weekend" he jokes and you smile at him.
"you mean it? i can go?" you ask excitedly.
steven nods. "you've been doing better, i think.. we think it'll be a nice reward for you, to keep you motivated, you know?"
"thank you!" you rush to hug steven and both marc and jake smile at you through the mirror.
steven reluctantly pulls away as jake speaks up. "now go clean your room"
"okay!- thanks dads!" you yell as you run to your room to begin cleaning.
i mean, what's the harm in letting you go to a party with your friend?
you've pulled yourself together and began focusing on school and your relationships with your loved ones.
you were finally you again.
what could possibly go wrong?
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A/N : omg this took way too long, but IM BACK!! i have more time to write now and im back in my baby scarab mindset lol. hope you enjoyed, and ill see you later!!
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fate goes pt. 6
marc spector x avatar!reader
summary: y/n is reunited with someone she never thought she’d see again; as shait and khonshu fight against ammit, y/n, marc, and steven fight to stop harrow
warnings: angst, fighting, violence, fluff, language, dark themes, death, EPISODE 6 SPOILERS
a/n: the last part! thank you so much for the love for the series! also warning, this deals with someone dying in a hospital, so if that’s a trigger be warned!
“fate goes as ever fate must
fate is the only one that’s just and i trust
fate goes as ever fate must
ashes to ashes
dust to dust” - fate goes, the ninth hour
Y/n��pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, humming a gentle lullaby as she sat next to the bed, her other hand grasping that of the patient.
Her internship at the hospital brought her to the hospice wing, where death surrounded her daily. Yet, she knew in her gut that their times were set and she couldn’t change it; instead she could respect the process and the execution of fate.
Y/n had begun to believe in fate as her studies in medicine continued. Science was factual, but fate was sacred. It was unmoving and constant, and perhaps that was a comfort to her in a way.
She continued her humming, gently rubbing herself the patient’s hand as they slumbered. Unlike many other patients, this one had no family photos, no flowers or gifts or get well balloons. Y/n had noticed this and found herself frustrated by the idea of a patient seeing the end of their days alone. So she had sat for hours with them, awaiting their fate.
“You care so much, don’t you child?”
Y/n gasped, the chair screeching across the linoleum as she bolted upwards. The patient’s eyes were open, glowing a golden light, their lips moving with every word. She backed away slightly, her voice quivering. “Who-who are you?”
The patient cocked their head to the side. “You’re a curious one, Y/n L/n. I’ve been watching you for a while now. You care for people so much, yet you don’t fear death. Curious indeed.”
“What do you want from me?” Y/n asked quietly.
The patient’s head turned to face her, the golden eyes boring into her. “How rude of me. I haven’t introduced myself.”
The gold flickered out, as well as the lights as the room was plunged into darkness. Y/n used her arms to cover herself, as if the room were to implode into her, crushing her. Her breathing was erratic as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Don’t be scared child. Open your eyes.”
Y/n slowly lowered her arms, as a hand rested gently under her chin, guiding her gaze upwards. She met the gaze of a seemingly humanoid person, decked in gold and jewels. Below the waist was a serpents tail, the scales shining with every movement as the being cracked a smile. “I am Shait, the god of fate and fortune.”
She was shell shocked, staring up at the god in their splendor. All she could muster out was a quiet peep of: “Hi.”
The god seemed amused, “You are the most unusual being I have ever met, Y/n.”
“Is um, that in a good way or a bad way?” Y/n questioned.
“A good way, I assure you.” The god responded. “What do you know of the gods of Egypt?”
She shrugged, a little less tense. “Not much, sorry.”
“The gods are very much around and existing in your modern human world, but we do not interfere with earthly events. We instead rely on avatars to carry our will.” Shait explained. “We look for those who exemplify our morals and relish our beliefs. You, Y/n L/n, are who I am looking for. You are kind but resolute. Gentle but passionate. Intelligent and level-headed. You accept the tides of life and how the rivers of fate flow.”
“What does this mean?” Y/n seemed to plead.
Shait faced Y/n. “Y/n L/n, I want you to be my avatar.”
“Me?” She sputtered, her brain clouded with confusion. “I can’t be the best choice.”
“I have seen billions of people on this earth, read their hearts and seen their inner thoughts. You are the best choice. We can allow peace to those who fate commands, and allow for the fortune to bless those who deserve it.” The god spoke.
“Y/n L/n, will you be my harbinger of fate, my disciple of fortune, and guide to those who pass through the river of life? Will you protect fate with you might and see to the people around you justly, to become my avatar?”
She thought for a moment, before meeting the gaze of the god.
“Yes. I will.”
Suddenly she was plunged backwards into darkness, flinging out her arms and crying out as the void swallowed her whole, a warm feeling blossoming in her chest as she felt her retinas burning with a spectacular light. Her body fell backwards down, down, down, her limbs flailing for some kind of control.
Y/n sat up with a start, gripping the side of the hospital bed as she breathed heavily, gathering her bearings. She gasped, holding out her hands as she watched her veins course with golden light.
“Go on. Rest your two fingers upon their forehead.”
She perked up at Shait’s voice in her ears, turning to the patient as Y/n realized the room was filled with the sound of a monitor flatlining. She reached forwards, pressing her index and middle finger onto the patient’s forehead, Y/n’s eyes glowing as suddenly numbers began to appear in her vision, counting like a time clock until they finally clicked into place.
Y/n stepped backwards, the golden glow dimming before disappearing from her eyes and veins. She exhaled, before wetting her lips.
“Time of death, 3:25 AM.”
Y/n soared through the night sky of Cairo, her golden feathers gleaming in the moonlight. Her eyes widened. “Holy shit.”
Three large gods grappled slowly with each other, Khonshu and Shait vs Ammit. Y/n was almost in awe watching it, if it weren’t for the fact she needed to find Harrow and end this once and for all.
Her peripheral caught a glow of purple, Y/n immediately positioning her wings to dive down into the streets, setting her sight on Harrow. She soared down, positioning her body as she rammed her feet forwards, slamming them into the man as she sent him flying. She cast her eyes down to see a figure on the ground before her feet, suddenly her mind reeling in recognition.
The Moon Knight, Marc Spector, looked up at her in a reverie, the girl fixing him with a smirk as he uttered her name. “Y/n?”
Oh if they weren’t in a war, Shait would be chewing her out on this one.
Harrow stood angrily, directing a blast of purple light from his cane to her. Y/n turned to him, using her golden wings to shield herself, instead sending the blast back into him. sending the man tumbling back. She glared at Harrow before letting the wings retract, lowering her arms.
Y/n barely had time to turn before she was met with Marc, his face revealed, racing to her. “Y/n! Y/n, oh baby.” He pulled her into his arms, the woman grasping for him like a lifeline. “Thank god you’re okay.”
“Marc.” She sputtered out, the man pulling away to hold the sides of her head in his hands, taking in every aspect of her. “How’d you get back?”
Suddenly Steven took control, looking her up and down. “Wow, you look amazing! What are you wearing?”
Y/n smiled softly at the man, before they turned, noticing Harrow rising from the ground and his men ready for a fight. Steven turned to her excitedly. “Hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”
“All right, show me what you’ve got.” she nodded to the men.
“Yeah?” Steven asked with a gleeful smile.
“Yeah.” Y/n affirmed.
Both of them dove into action, Steven into a sprint and Y/n soaring forwards, careening into the fight. They both fought against the forces, as their godly counterparts battled above them.
A while into the fight, Y/n found herself pinned against a car, using one of her wings to shield herself from an onslaught of bullets. She squeezed her eyes shut, the violent clinking of metal invading her hearing until--it didn’t. She looked up to see Marc causing a complete massacre. He cut down man after man, until it was him and Harrow, the man continuing to beat the other avatar down until he was bringing the staff down to his head. “No!” Y/n cried out.
Suddenly Marc stopped, his body going rigid and the blade of the staff mere millimeters from Harrow’s forehead. The man looked around, seemingly horrified at the scene around him.
“Marc?” Y/n called, sheathing the wing she was previously using as protection. “What was that?”
“I blacked out.” Marc was confused, his eyebrows furrowing.
They both suddenly looked up to see Ammit best Khonshu in battle, Shait being thrown to the ground. Y/n’s chest clenched in fear when the god did not rise back up. “Get Harrow. I know how to stop Ammit.” She quickly ordered.
Marc nodded and grasped Harrow’s shirt in his fist, Y/n leading them as they both soared into the sky, racing to the pyramid to save their gods and their world.
Once inside, Marc threw Harrow’s body onto a piece of debris, stepping back to Y/n. She sighed, stepping towards them. “The power of the room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body. Quick, grab my hand so we can start the spell.”
The man was quick to grasp her hand, relishing for a moment in the familiarity of their touches intertwined, before he followed her lead in reaching their free hands upwards. Y/n’s body jerked slightly as her arm began to glow purple with a sacred energy, Marc the same. And as though they had practiced it every moment of their lives, they began to chant a spell.
They stopped when Harrow’s eyes opened wide, a voice not of his own emitting from his lips. “You can never contain me. I’ll never stop.”
Y/n and Marc gasped in relief and release when the spell ended, binding Harrow and Ammit. The woman heaved for her breath, feeling Marc’s hand gently on her back as he also regained the air in his lungs.
“Finish it. And leave neither of them alive.”
Both looked up to see Khonshu tower over them, Y/n feeling Marc stiffen. She looked over to him as she felt his palm leave the small of her back, the man stepping up to Harrow, hovering above him as he unsheathed a blade. Marc gripped the man’s shirt, reeling his arm back to end the task. “I have to finish this. If not, I’ll never be free.”
Y/n stepped forwards, calling out his name. “Marc!”
Marc turned to look back at her, lowering his arm slightly. She stepped forwards, resting her hands carefully and softly on his limb which tightly grasped his blade. It was then he noticed Shait standing some feet from them, watching idly as their avatar spoke once more. “You have a choice. You are free. This is your chance to determine your fate.”
“The fate is vengeance.” Khonshu chided. “We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”
“Now you sound like her.” Marc responded to the god, letting Harrow’s body drop. Y/n lowered her hands away, allowing the man to approach his god. “You want them dead... do it yourself.”
Shait lowered their head in acknowledgment. “Fate goes, Marc Spector.”
Marc nodded to the god, before turning to Khonshu. “Now release us.”
Khonshu turned, meeting the cold stare of Y/n. The god took note of how the avatar of Shait could pose a threat; whether it be her control of fate and fortune or her fierce, protective love of Marc. He looked to Shait, as if to ask the fate of this outcome. The god simply nodded.
He turned to Marc. “As you wish.”
Y/n watched as the control of Khonshu began to wash from Marc, the room building up into a blinding light. Marc caught one last glance of the love of his life before he was thrown into his head once more.
His eyes flicked open, dim sunlight cracking through the windows as he gathered his surroundings. Marc once more laid in his bed, in his flat in London. He sat up groggily, speaking up. “Steven? You there?”
“Mmmhmm.” Steven tiredly responded, the men taking in the room around them as though it would disappear at any moment. “Can’t believe it worked.”
The man was quickly frightened by a sudden movement next to him, turning to his left. His face softened, Marc taking over the body as he stared down next to him, a slight smile on his face. Y/n turned over in the bed towards him, her eyes fluttering open as a yawn escaped her mouth. “You’re both so loud, five more minutes of sleep please?”
Marc chuckled, leaning forwards and pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Sorry. We’ll make you some breakfast then, yeah?”
Y/n smiled blissfully, her eyes closing as she snuggled up into the blankets. “Sounds amazing.”
He smiled back, before standing from the bed and muttering to Steven. “I can’t believe you live in this fricking mess. Y/n’s gonna whoop your a--”
Suddenly his ankle restraint pulled against the frame, knocking the man over and off his feet, slamming into the ground. He looked up briefly, groaning in pain. Quiet giggles could be heard from the bed behind him, and though he was annoyed and his body hurt like hell, he couldn’t help but crack a smile.
Looks like Y/n’s fortune-luck-shit didn’t rub off on him.
Harrow was shoved into the limo, letting out a laugh at the sight before him. “Khonshu. You can’t hurt us.”
Khonshu sat across from him, a pressed white suit clothed him as he sat cross-legged, casual before the trapped goddess. However, it was the person next to Khonshu that Ammit noticed with curiousity.
She sat next to the god, seemingly human, yes, must be an avatar. Her eyes glowed a shining gold, her veins running like rivers under her skin and coursing with the same glowing hue. She was expressionless, her glowing empty eyes boring holes into Harrow.
“Yeah. You wanna know something?” Khonshu spoke. “Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I parted ways, we would be done. That I’d be done with her?” He gestured to the girl.
Harrow rolled his eyes, making the talking motion with his hand annoyedly. Yet something unnerved Ammit as the girl narrowed her eyes at him.
“Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is?” Khonshu remarked. “And don’t worry; Y/n isn’t home right now. She won’t know a thing that happens here.”
“Ah... Shait’s doing.” Harrow noted, the girl, Y/n, raising her fist up to knock on the window, as if giving a cue.
“Meet my... friend,” The girl spoke in a foreign voice. “Jake Lockley.”
The divider in the limo rolled down, revealing Marc Spector. But no, this was not Marc Spector, Ammit saw that clearly. He was different. This man--this was anger, vengeance, and violence incarnate. Jake spoke in a dark tone, the Spanish rolling off his tongue. “Today is your turn to lose.”
Jake raised a gun, giving a sickening smile as Harrow and Ammit begged him to wait, to reason.
Y/n did not flinch as the gun went off, splattering a minimal painting of blood onto her face. She leaned forwards, her fingertips glowing as she rested them upon the mutilated forehead of the body, her eyes seeming to glow even brighter, her veins like a golden fire. “It is done.” She spoke to Khonshu.
The limo drove off, with a fate met.
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You are Loved Under the Moon (Khonshu)
Pairing: Khonshu x gender neutral! Reader
Words: 1.1k+
Warning(s): Bullying, slight self-consciousness, fluff fluff fluff
A/N: Here is a continuation of Stretch Marks. I really like how it turned out. I used this persons request as inspo for this part <3, I hope to write more for Khonshu
Request: Hello! Would you take a Khonshu request where the reader is insecure and having a hard time and Khonshu reassures and comforts them? 💕✨🐦
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You slowly walked back to your apartment with sluggish movements. Work wasn't much better after your late start in the morning. Your manager reprimanded you quite harshly for being late, despite it being the first time ever at your job. You pushed through though, until your co-workers decided to make comments about you behind your back.
More specifically, your weight.
You could tell they were intentionally trying to get you to hear what they were saying despite their "hushed" voices.
"Looks like they gained weight huh?" One whispered to the other two, just in range you could hear.
"Yeah, they are more pudgier now. What a shame." The other snickered. You cringed at their comments but kept pushing forward with your task.
"If they are dating someone I feel sorry for them." That caused them all to cackle before dispersing to work.
You try not to let their high school level pettiness get to you, but you couldn't help it. You didn't mind the weight you put on. Hell, you had just told Khonshu this morning it was happy weight, and it was. You were happy spending time with Steven and Marc, and especially happy with Khonshu and his attention to you.
But words can hurt more than sticks and stones at times, and this was one of those times.
You got back to your apartment and sighed at the mess you left. Hanging up your coat and bag, you scooped up your laundry back into the hamper before getting most of it in the washing machine. Before you started the machine, you stripped of the days clothes and put them in, slipping into your sweats and a loose shirt. You started your laundry and sighed again, feeling a headache slowly start to creep over you.
"This day has you more and more stressed, little human." You jumped slightly at the sound of Khonshu's voice. You slowly turn around and saw him lounging on top of your small dining table, his hand was clutching his upright staff that never seemed to be away from him. "What is it this time?"
"Hello Khonshu." You gave him a small smile in hopes he wouldn't see through the façade and slowly approached where he lounged. "What brings you back here?"
"Do I need a reason to check in on my favorite human?" He tilted his head.
"No I suppose not." You weakly chuckled and decide to lounge on your couch. You sat down and before you could lay down, Khonshu was suddenly sitting where you were going to lay your head, his staff left at the table. "Hey-"
"You didn't answer my question. Lay." His hand cupped the side of your head and guided you to lay on his lap. You were slightly surprised that you could lay your head on his lap, much less his lap had some comfort. His hand still laid on your head.
"It was just a bad day. I was running late and my manager overreacted and berated me. And then..." You exhaled, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.
"Then what?" Khonshu pressed, gentleness in his voice.
"My co-works were making rude comments about me." Burning hot tears fell down your face and you cringed at the fact you were crying in front of a God. "They were making rude comments on my appearance, and some of their comments hurt. They made fun of the weight I gained and saying they felt sorry for anyone I dated."
"Miscreants." He growled.
"I know I shouldn't let their words get to me, and my weight gain never really bothered me, but it still..."
"It still hurts you, my dear."
"Yeah..." You sniffled.
"They are lacking sight and taste." He tapped you and shifted so he could move off the couch, you sat up and were questioning what the large being was doing. He then pulled you up to your feet, bow you were more confused. Khonshu then kneeled down and he was now peering up to you, his large beak at your neck, his hands were placed on your hips with a firm grip. He continued speaking,
"You have Khonshu, the God of the moon and protector of travelers in the night, kneeling before you and your radiance. Your being...your soul... your everything has me at your command, willing to do whatever you need or want."
"Khonshu..."
"Hush, I am not done." The tip of his beak tapped against you, making you chuckle. You then felt his right arm reach around at tug at the hem of your shirt. "May I?"
"You may, Khonshu."
"I noticed something particular on your lower back this morning." His hand slipped under your shirt and placed on your lower back, on your right side. "Did you know you have the mark of the moon here?"
"I did, but its just a birthmark..."
"I believe it has to do with why you can see me. Why we can touch each other."
"What is it?"
"I believe it is a mark on your soul. You and I are fated it seems." Khonshu's hand slipped out from under your shirt, and he slowly rose back to his towering height. His staff then suddenly appeared in his hand and you noted your mark matches the crescent moons on his appearance and staff.
"Fated?" You looked up to him. "Am I to be your avatar then? What about Marc and-"
"My dear, it simply means you and I share a connection like no other. Other God's have them as well, although I have only heard of Hathor meeting hers. I didn't think this was the reason until I was graced with seeing your body this morning." If he could smirk, he probably was smirking.
"You have such a way with words." You laugh, and place your hand on his chest. "If I am to have a connection to a God, I am glad it's to you, Khonshu."
"I am glad it is you too, my dear. You will always be under my protection no matter what, and you will never be alone. As I said, I am at your call. You will always feel love and safety under my moon."
You smiled and attempt to reach up to his head, but you were struggling with his height. You heard him chuckle before he leaned down. You gently place your hands under where his eyes would be, and placed two soft kisses on either side of his beak. His hands then took hold of your wrists and it was his turn, he tapped each of your cheeks with his beak as kiss and one tap on your forehead.
"I do have to ask you, little human..."
"What is it, Khonshu?"
"Would you like me, Marc and Steven to go after your co-workers?"
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As for Steve Grant? Maybe patching up a wound he receives while he’s out Moon Knighting?
(love how you worded this akkdks) || tw blood
You heard the door of Steven's apartment shoot open. You had been waiting for him at his place because he had you worried after not responding to your texts or answering your calls.
He walked inside, tumbling, before falling to his knees. You could see some blood dripping off his nose onto the floor.
Running to him, you helped him get up and sit on the bed.
"What the hell happened?"
He groaned, "some guys..."
"Some guys?" you got up and headed to the bathroom, "you're gonna tell me everything, Steven, please."
You grabbed a towel and made sure it was damp before going back to the bed.
"Now lemme clean this up while you tell me what happened," you started cleaning the blood off his nose.
"T'was some mean guys, love... they- ah!"
Steven hissed as you touched one of his cheekbones, which looked red and purple.
"That's where the tall, grumpy one hit me," he cried softly.
"I'm sorry, Steven... you don't have to tell me now, let me clean this up and you can give me the details later, okay?" you said, grabbing his hand and kissing the back of it.
He nodded, the look in his eyes softening as he beamed at you.
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terrified to lose you.
summary — marc has never had his way with words. what if he says something he can never take back?
warnings — strong language, angst, small fluff with the other boys, a little long!
part count — 1/?
a/n — hi, variants! there’s a few spanish words present, so here’s the meaning for all of them! i hope you all enjoy!
mi reina: my queen, – es un cabron: is a motherfucker, mi amor: my love, bésame, mi vida: kiss me, my life, te extrañe con mi vida, preciosa: i missed you with my entire life, precious, carajo: fuck, pendejo: idiot, pura mierda: pure shit.
you took a deep breath as you stood outside of your shared apartment, hesitant to go in. you had an argument with marc. a bad one. you’ve been a relationship with the boys for a few years now. you were extremely happy. you were deadly in love with every single one of them.
marc was genuine, and sweet. he had difficulty expressing his feelings, but you understood him like no other. his actions spoke louder than his words. he was able to communicate how much he loved and appreciated you by just a single touch. steven was loving and caring. he always knew what to say to make you feel loved, and cared for. he was very soft and gentle with you, as if you were a treasure that needed to be protected. steven reminded you everyday of how much they loved you and how gorgeous you truly were. jake was passionate. the way he treated you and spoke to you was filled with nothing but love and lust. he worshipped the ground you walked on.
the boys were just incredibly loving towards you, every single one of them. you loved every second you got to spend with them. they were your everything, just as you were theirs. however, things were rocky between you and marc at the very moment. it was bad argument, and it lead you to feeling insecure and even, undeserving of their love. you bit your lip as you played with the keys in your hands, remembering the words that fell from marc’s lips that night.
“just let me help you! i just wanna make sure you’ll be alright!” you said, frustrated at your boyfriend, who only scoffed at you. marc was going on a mission for khonshu, a dangerous one. you wanted to go with him.
“no, you’ll stay.” marc said, irritated. you sighed softly, trying to calm down. the disagreement was starting to get a bit heated, and you hated that. you walked closer to marc, your hand softly caressing his arm.
“i promise to not do anything stupid. i just want to be there for you.” you said, lightly, as you tried finding your boyfriend’s eyes. marc groaned, as his anger increased. why wouldn’t you just listen to him?
“god, y/n. why can’t you be more like layla?” marc mumbled, and you felt your heart break. you didn’t mind being compared to her, in fact, you loved layla. but it was the words that followed that eventually broke you.
“she’d never push me like this, she’d understand— i truly wonder why i chose you over her.” marc said, looking down to meet your eyes. you couldn’t speak, or move. you were frozen in place.
“okay— we’re done here.” you said, the lump in your throat making it extremely difficult for you. you refused to cry in front of him. you turned your back on him and began walking towards the front door of your shared apartment.
“finally.” you heard marc reply, before you walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut.
that was the last time you spoke to marc, or any of the boys. steven and jake has sent you a few messages. messages you never replied back to. you felt horrible for them, they did nothing wrong. but you needed time alone. the fight was about a week ago, you had stayed at your friends’ house during that time. but now, you felt like you were ready to come back home.
you pushed the negative thoughts away and opened the front door to your apartment. you felt anxious, and somewhat scared to face them. you just hoped you don’t have to face marc, especially. you closed the door behind you, taking off your coat.
“doll? is that you?” you heard steven call out, his gorgeous accent making your heart melt. you missed him. you further walked into the house, soon stumbling cross steven, who hugged you instantly.
“oh, darling. where have you been?” steven asked softly, his hands softly rubbing your back. your hands were tangled on his hair as you hugged him tight. you didn’t know how much you had missed him until this very moment.
“i’m sorry—” you tried saying, tears welling up in your eyes. steven pulled away from your hug, his hands cupping your cheeks, as he cooed.
“it’s alright, doll. you don’t have to apologize, okay?— don’t apologize.” steven said gently, his thumbs wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes. he hated marc for making you cry like this.
“is it alright if i kiss you? i’m not sure if you’re angry with me as well— but i have missed you lots, i seriously thought i’d go mad.” steven rambled, making you smile. your heart ached at the thought of the other boys thinking you were mad at them. you giggled and placed a hand on steven’s cheek.
“please kiss me, steven.” you said between smiles. steven grinned widely before finally kissing you. it had been so long since he last kissed you, he had missed you so, so much. being without you was absolutely torture, for all of them. the kiss was short, but almost desperate. you pulled away from the loving kiss, and looked deeply into his eyes.
“have you eaten, my doll?” steven said, as his smile grew even wider. he was so happy you were back. steven grabbed your hand gently, and lead you into the kitchen, ready to prepare something for you. you smiled, following behind him.
you spend the entire day with steven. he needed you, you knew this. steven is a very touch starved man, so being apart from you was truly one of the hardest things he has ever endured. therefore, his hands wouldn’t leave your body. he needed to feel you close to him, even if it meant holding your hand or just laying his large hand on your thigh. you yawned softly, as you began feeling exhausted. you were now laying in bed with steven, his arm wrapped around your frame, holding your body close to his. your head rested on his toned chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“sweetheart, i’m sorry— would you like to speak to any of them? i’m sorry i haven’t let them front..” steven spoke softly, his fingers caressing your skin. you looked up at him, and listened to him. “i just missed you so bloody much, i’m sorry, i was quite selfish.” steven finished, a small frown appearing on his lips. you almost melted. your sweet boy.
“oh, baby.” you said softly, truly so in love with him. you smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his jawline. “it’s not selfish, i understand.” you said lightly, as you felt steven relax once again. you offered him a small grin.
“jake— is it okay if i speak to jake?” you asked, eager to talk to him. see, jake could be a bit resentful. you ignored his messages for a week, you were scared he’d be mad at you.
“of course, darling, just—” steven began saying, before his eyes rolled back. you sighed a bit shakily as you waited patiently for your boyfriend to front. often, when the boys were switching alters, you comforted them. your hands would casually caress his skin in the most loving way. you wanted them to know you were there, but not overwhelm them. your fingers traced small circles on his chest, as you waited.
“mi reina…” you heard jake say in that thick accent you loved so much, your eyes immediately looking up to meet his. you exhaled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, as jake pulled you into a deep, warm hug. “i missed you so much, mi vida. so much.” jake whispered in your ear, as you planted a few kisses on his neck.
“i missed you too. i’m so sorry. i just— i needed—” you began saying, only to be interrupted by your boyfriend’s finger on your lips, as to shush you.
“don’t. it’s not your fault, okay? we understand.” jake spoke gently, as his hand then cupped your cheek, his thumbs lovingly stroking your soft skin. you nodded, trying your hardest not to cry in front of him.
“besides, marc es un cabron— so damn stupid. being by your side is such a privilege, mi amor.” jake smiled at you, and you returned his smile, your cheeks flushing as you heard him speak. god, you missed him so much.
“bésame, mi reina.” jake whispered as he leaned in closer, his breath lingering over your lips. he soon placed his lips on yours, engaging you in the softest, and kindest kiss you have ever shared together. he kissed you like you were a gift sent from heaven, because you were. you were his angel, his goddess. the affectionate kiss soon ended, your cheeks red. he smiled and kissed your temple lightly, as you rested your head back on his chest.
“sleep, i’m not going anywhere.” he said, after he noticed you kept trying to stay awake, but your eyes kept defeating you. you nodded, so exhausted. you finally closed your eyes, and it wasn’t long before you fell into a deep slumber. how could you not? you were finally in the arms of the man you so desperately loved.
“te extrañe con mi vida, preciosa.” jake said, as he looked down at your sleeping frame. he couldn’t stop his hands from pulling you even closer, needing to feel you closer. he needed to hold you, or else he’d think you would leave him again.
the boys were so content to finally hold you again. they kept speaking to one another, bragging about how they got to hold you and kiss you again. but marc stayed quiet. he stood by the sidelines, just watching as the others got to touch you again. it was killing him inside. the fact that you hadn’t asked for him broke him. did you not miss him as much as he did? he was dying without you.
she looks lovely when she sleeps, i’m going a tad mad over here… she can’t ever leave us again, she just can’t.
𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙, 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕. 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕛𝕠, 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕔? 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕛𝕠…
but marc stayed quiet. he had no answer. because he himself had no idea why he would even think of saying something so heartless to you. you were the love of his life. layla was nothing compared to you, she would never be able to love him, accept him and understand him as well as you did. why would he say that?
he continued watching you as you slept, so peacefully. he hoped you slept so calmly like this the whole week you were gone. he truly wished he didn’t cause you to stay awake, and maybe even cry, because of him. he wished you hadn’t shed a single tear because of him. he wasn’t worth it. he wasn’t worthy of your love. he just wasn’t worthy of you.
but even then, as he watched you sleep in their arms, he wouldn’t help but want you, and love you. you deserved better, you deserved so much better. but you were everything he has ever dreamed of and more. now that he had you, he couldn’t lose you. he just couldn’t. he was being selfish, but so what? he loved you. and he knew no one would ever be able to love you more than he did, because it’s impossible.
let me front for a few minutes. i just need to hold her for a while.
have you gone bonkers? absolutely not.
oh, come on, steven. i won’t say a word, i just want to feel her.
it isn’t right. it is a clear violation of her—
𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒.
jake took a deep breath, before starting to switch. he closed his eyes, as he began to feel a bit foggy. he didn’t want to let marc front at first, as he felt like marc didn’t even deserve to touch you right now. but he understood why marc said what he said. of course, the way he chose to say it was incredibly stupid, but he understood. they all needed you to be safe. you should never, ever be in danger. so jake understood, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t livid at marc.
soon enough, marc was fronting. he sighed shakily as he hugged your body, needing to feel you. he left multiple kisses on your head and temple, as tears began to well up in his eyes. he needed you, he missed you so much. he bit his lip as the lump in his throat grew. his eyes never left your gorgeous face, fawning over your lovely features that he adored so much.
there was nothing he wanted more than to wake you and apologize over and over, until you forgave him. but he didn’t know how to. he didn’t know what to say to make it right. he feared he had lost you forever. and all because he couldn’t communicate well. all because he chose his words wrong.
so marc laid there, with your body on top of his, taking in your smell and how soft your skin felt. his hands kept fondly stroking your waist and playing with your hair. his heart would stop whenever you’d move against him, scared you’d wake up and realize it was him. he held you, terrified it’d be the last time he would get to feel you. absolutely petrified he’d never get to feel loved by you again. so horrified you’d never be his again.
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i swear im gonna die if theres no more moonknight x reader because i fucking read it all ,........ i need therapy
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Moonboys x Reader Drabble
warnings: faint allusion to smut if u squint
summary: You and Steven are just trying to enjoy a game night before Marc and Jake begin their usual bickering 😪
You sat across Steven, your fists tighten as you await for his next move.
You watch him carefully as he counted the money the that was splayed out in front of him before taking a glance back up at you.
“Steven Grant, you better not.”
“I’m going to do it, I’m going to buy the railroad and you can’t stop me!”
You huffed as you watched him begin to take out the exact $200 that a player would need to buy Reading Railroad in Monopoly.
“You buy that Railroad and so help me Steven I will get scissors and cut up all the money you own.”
Steven furrowed his brows, “You know what, that is exactly something Jake would do, I think you’ve been spending too much time with him darling.”
From the mirror that was on the wall across from where Steven was, Marc and Jake were watching the both of you. “Hey!” Marc called out, gaining Steven’s attention. “Don’t insult her like that.”
Jake turned his head to look over at Marc, and scowled.
“Ay Pendejo! What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It was just a joke-“
Steven held back a laugh as he began to watch both men bicker over the comment.
You watched as Steven stared at the mirror, you assumed that your other lovers were present.
“What are they saying?” You asked Steven curiously, breaking him out of his trance.
“Well, to put it short, Marc said some smart-ass comment and Jake got offended and now they’ll argue for who knows how long. So just the usual.”
You let out a giggle and glanced over at the mirror calling out, “You both better behave yourself, or I’ll make sure Steven will be the only one to see the new lingire that I bought this weekend!”
Steven’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink from your sentence, and he glanced over at the mirror again, where Marc and Jake had both suddenly gone silent. Marc smiled innocently at Steven, while Jake glared at Marc and rolled his eyes.
“Did they stop?”
“Dead silent.”
“…Good, now back to the game!”
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Steven Grant coded tweet
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how each moon boy would react to an argument with you – part 2.
summary: what the title says!
warning: fluff – like I said in part 1!
word count:
a/n: okayyyy, i saw the impact of part 1, i’m sorry for the angst! so here is some fluff to make it all better
minors/ageless blogs dni.
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part 1
Steven Grant:
It was a sleepless night for him without you.
He laid in bed and stared at the ceiling aimlessly as he though back to the argument.
You were right, he shouldn’t be going to his ex-wife about issues in a private relationship.
He looked over to his nightstand and saw that his alarm clock read 2:35am.
He groaned in frustration and got out of bed to get dressed.
He had to make things right, tonight.
The corner store on your street was thankfully opened and he went into the store with the determination to get your favourite snacks.
The store had flowers, which he of course bought and in the corner of his eye he saw something shiny and knew he had to get it too.
You awoke from your sleep groggily when you heard constant knocking at your front door.
Upon opening it, you saw Steven standing there with his hands full and his hands full.
“What’re you doing here?” you ask feeling the emotions from hours ago resurfacing.
“Uh… well I came to apologize,” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
With a roll of your eyes, you stepped aside to let him in.
He walked in with a small smile, behind him were helium balloons which said, ‘happy birthday’ and ‘congratulations’.
You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your lips, but you maintained a neutral expression and locked the front door to join him in your living room.
His posture was tense as you watched him leave the contents in his hands on the nearby table. He still held the flowers in his hands as he walked to you.
“I’m sorry for everything I said and previously did. You’re absolutely right in being upset,” he said and looked at you with sincere eyes.
You knew he meant the apology, but his words and actions still tugged at your heart.
“Steven… “ you said tiredly, “I don’t know if I can-“
“No, please don’t say that,” he knew the words that were waiting to be said.
He couldn’t bare to hear them.
“I hurt you, and I shouldn’t have an I know asking you to stay with me is a lot. I just… for the first time in my life I have something I’m genuinely happy with,” he said with that all too familiar smile.
You understood his reasoning, but you needed him to understand yours as well.
“Communication in this relationship isn’t the strongest, and we need to work on that,” you said to him.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
“Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it,”
“Layla… “ you said her name softly.
“She’s gone, I-I realised that it was extremely wrong of me to talk about you to her. I feel as though I had an obligation to compensate for the sadness I brought her previously, but i cant do it at the expense of you. it also not my place to do so,” he said truthfully.
You listened to him intently.
“Doing all of that made me blind to the fact that I was hurting you. I’m sorry, darling, so so sorry,” he made his way to you and grasped your hand with his free one whilst the other held the flowers.
“I can’t say that it’s okay, but I hope you don’t repeat this,” you said looking at him with unshed tears.
“Of course, I would never hurt you like this again,” he said honestly.
“You better not,” you say sternly but with a hint of humour.
With that being said, Steven held you close to him and didn’t want to ever let go.
Marc Spector:
He waited a few days, watching you from afar to make sure you were okay.
You were functioning well and doing things you’d usually do, but Marc could see through the front you were putting for everyone to see.
Pushing you away seemed like the best thing to do at the time, but having you away was like living without the sun in his dark world.
He needed you.
Which is why he found himself sitting in your apartment and waiting for you to come home. He’d entered your apartment by using his spare key.
It had since been 2 hours since you were supposed to be home.
Marc knew your schedule by heart.
He was about to go out and look for you when he heard the keys being put into your front door along with your muffled voice.
“Thanks for the chat, I really needed it,” you bid goodbye to whoever was outside and locked the door behind you.
Your apartment was still dark as you move around to leave your daily belongings in their respective places.
Upon turning the lights on, you saw Marc’s figure out of the corner in your eyes sitting on the couch.
You turned to him with a frown.
“If you’re here for your things, they’re in that box on the kitchen counter,” you said in a monotone, wanting to speech through the process of this one last meeting.
Marc wordlessly awoke from where he was and walked to you, the entire time he maintained eye contact with you.
He stopped walking till he was right in front of you, a hairs width away.
“What makes you think I came here for my things?” he asked in a hushed tone.
“What else would you be here for?” you said to him challengingly.
He smirked and looked to the side before looking back at you.
“You think I’d let you go that easily?” he said with a raised brow.
“You did that night,” you scoffed and folded your hands, causing him to step back.
He nodded with a clenched jaw.
“You know I didn’t mean anything I said,” he stated with sincerity.
“Sure you didn’t,” you breathed a sigh and walked away from him to the box on the counter.
He followed behind and trapped you between him and the counter before you could reach for the box and hand it to him.
“You wasted no time in gathering my things,” he said with a humourless chuckle.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t want you to deal with me any longer,” you used his words from that night.
“Y/n… “ he said trying to make you understand.
“No Marc, I can’t keep playing this game of push and pull,” you admitted, sounding tired.
“I’m not playing games,” he said offended.
You turn to face him, his body still trapping you between him and the counter.
You raised a brow at him.
“Okay. I admit, I’ve made mistakes and I’m sorry for that. Very sorry. But you’re the one thing that grounds me. I know what I said that night was out of line,” he finally apologizes.
You look at his expression intently. You can tell that he means his words.
“I need more than an apology from you,” you stated.
“Name what you want and I’ll do it,”
“I want you to be careful and take care of yourself. I know in that mind of yours you don’t care about your wellbeing, but if you care for me then you’ll take care of yourself,” you move your gaze to your hands as you talk to him.
“Of course I care about you, and if that is what you want, consider it done,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and brought you in for a hug.
Jake Lockley:
“Mi corazón…”
“Go away Jake,” you said as you exited the grocery store.
He had been trying to make you speak with him for the passed week and all you’ve been doing is ignoring him.
Serves him right for what he did.
What you didn’t understand was why he was trying to talk to you.
“Just one moment, please,” he said sounding exhausted.
“Go bother one of your many girlfriends,” you said bitterly.
“You’re the only one,” he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards you and hindered you from walking away.
“Jake,” you say in a warning tone.
He looks up and down the street before pulling you down an alley way. You try to protest, but he puts a hand over your mouth.
“You will listen to me,” he snapped.
You nodded tiredly and his hold on you loosened but it remained there.
“I was on Khonshu’s orders to get important information the night you came into the bar,” he said with annoyance.
Even though Jake had been the most easy to work with when it came to Khonshu, he maintained hostility when it came to you and Khonshu.
He knew you wouldn’t like Khonshu’s request, but he had to comply since it was part of the deal.
“That woman who was with me is the daughter to a man who is an avatar,” he explained further, hoping you would understand.
You studied his stoic expression. He was being truthful.
“Why didn’t you tell me before doing it?” you asked feeling hurt that he didn’t seem to trust you.
“It was too dangerous to tell you and I needed you to be safe, mi luz,”
“Well, look at the outcome of you not telling me,” you said with sadness.
Jake looked at you with equal sad eyes. The week spent without you was torture, he had an argument with Khonshu and wanted nothing more than to seek comfort from you.
“I know, mi corazón. I’m so sorry,” he said and pulled hugged you tightly.
It was rare to see Jake be so affectionate, but you know your time apart had affected him. It did the same to you.
You melted into the hug and wrapped your arms around him.
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Just read your Steven headcanons and I’m currently sobbing in the corner. Could I request a headcanon list where he actually has a partner? Like a person who will hold him when he cries and just GIVE HIM THE AFFECTION HE DESERVES 😭😭😭
Anon, OFC U CAN! I'm feeling super romantic today, so consider yourself lucky *winks* now, enjoy your request!^^
STEVEN GRANT WITH A S/O HEADCANONS.
• Dating Steven is like dating Mr. Darcy in real life. He's a gentleman, respectful in your whises and boundaries, and doesn't indulge in things you don't want to. He actually cares. And of course, he loves you. He will do anything to show you how much you mean to him.
• His love language is physical contact and words of affirmation. Both are important to him. He's a very cuddly lover. Always stealing glances, whispering how lovely you are today, while even brushing his calloused thumb on your hand palm.
• In his no moments, he needs to be held. Someone needs to remind him that he matters and that it is okay to let out the bottled-up emotions. We know his childhood and Marc's. Hold him tight next to your chest, let him hear your heartbeat and caress gently his hair. "You're good, Steven, you're good. I'm here. I won't hurt you like the others did."
• You'll share cute moments in the rain, picturing yourselves in a 'La La Land' scene!!
• Or also quiet moments where, the two of you, are cuddling under a warm blanket and reading the books you've bought while being on a "bookstore date".
• Won't mind if you both share your shampoos. So you can smell each other perfume and giggle about it.
• If you are that close to each other and move in his apartment, he'll probably buy another fish and put it in Gus' tank. So now he'll have another companion and won't be alone anymore!
• At the beginning of your relationship, Marc and Jake weren't absolutely fond of you. Don't blame them. They've been backstabbed many times (let's mention the comics too...) and don't want Steven, the most fragile, to experience something like this anymore. Give them time, let them be close to you, and know you, and they will open with each small step.
• If you're a student, he would help you with your assignments/homework. Prepare you your favourite drink. But if you need to be alone and focus on your papers, he'll shush himself up with no hesitations.
• Your guys' official song is: Late Night Talking by Harry Styles.
• He prefers to be held in bed. He is the little spoon. Enjoys your body's warmth and nuzzles his nose in your neck, sometimes leaving pecks on it and smiling at the thought of being so lucky to have found a loyal and loving partner as you.
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can i ask a very soft smut after a little fight between a married couple? you choose who you wanna write about! i love your works💛
omg I love stuff like this!?! and thank you :( I chose marc bc uhm bc well it’s marc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
REFUGE.
marc spector x fem!reader (no mention of moon system)
word count. 980
warnings. 18+ only!! mentions of arguing, hurt and comfort bc I love it, no foreplay, unprotected pinv, reassuring loving sex. mdni
Marc is often a difficult person to deal with. It wasn't his fault, really. It's just how he is, the way he grew up. Sometimes, he was challenging, frustrating, often making your blood boil - but on those other times, he was still that little broken shell of a boy on the inside, needing reassurance and comfort.
It was just tough to gauge what he needed as he rarely expressed it.
Like right now, Marc had a tough day and was having trouble putting it into words, and instead of talking it over with you, he slammed the kitchen cupboard doors and banged walls, sneering comments to himself when he thought you weren't paying attention.
You tried to initiate a conversation, asking him what had happened and why he was acting the way he did. He thought you were starting a fight, which couldn't have been further from the truth - you just wanted to know what had got him so worked up.
You just stood there, taking his mild verbal lashing, waiting for him to come to his senses. You knew that it wasn't healthy to be on the receiving end, but he was starting to get the route of the problem, so you decided to stick it out.
"Marc... Marc," you whisper, trying to cut through his rambling. "Marc," you repeat, voice slightly louder than before.
He exhales, blowing a harsh breath as he leans back onto the counter behind him. He steadily drags his palm over his mouth and down his chin, like the action was to calm himself.
You nod, comfortingly almost, slowly walking towards him with open arms. You envelop him in an embrace, holding him tight as your hands run down his back, stroking reassuringly.
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, words muffling against your skin. "I didn't..." he sighs, holding you tighter.
"It's okay," you nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
He pulls his head back to look down at you, silently moving you from the spot between his neck and shoulder. He shakes his head, a soft frown lining his lips. "No, it's not," his brows knit, dark hairs pulling together in the middle. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't speak to you like that."
"Marc," you say, your tone lingering, almost as if you were cooing at him.
He removes his hands which rest on your mid back, and brings them up towards your face. He places his warm, roughened palms over your cheeks, holding you in his hands - his gaze remains focused on you, pretty, brown eyes half-lidded. "I'm sorry," he whispers, speaking softly within the close distance.
"I know," you nod, his hands moving with the delicate motion of your head.
His eyes flicker over you, darting from your softened eyes to your lips, seeming like he was debating with himself. But when he hears a gentle intake of breath from you, he leans into you, kissing you sweetly and urgently.
But it doesn't stop there. The kiss only grows more desperate, tongues clashing, moans muffling - murmured whispers filling the kitchen as your hands roam one another. Marc swaps places with you, turning you so your back is against the counter, the top of your ass hitting the edge as he pushes up against you. His chubbed-up cock prodding at your lower stomach.
He makes haste movements as he lifts you onto the counter behind, your legs instinctively spreading to allow him closer - his lower half slotted comfortably between your open legs. One of his hands part from your waist and slips into the waistband of his lounge pants, sliding into the front of his boxers where he starts to palm over his cock - rolling it in his hand. His other undoes the bow of your dressing gown, letting the fabric open and expose just enough of you. He inhales sharply, the lewd image of you making his cock throb in his hand.
Your eager fingers tug on his bottoms, making the fabric fall and pool around his ankles. You glance up at him, eyes soft, sweet and forgiving - silently pleading Marc.
His gaze mirrors yours, but his is slightly different - as if he’s asking you something, like he is seeking reassurance. It was like you were silently communicating, as though you knew what the other person was thinking - familiar with one another's thought pattern.
He brings his hand up towards his chin and spits into his palm, and then rubs the saliva over the head of his cock, the action looking like he was polishing himself. He grips the base of his cock, thumb resting on the upperside as he guides himself closer to you, his tip brushing against your wet slit.
He presses his head into you, slowly sinking into your unprepped pussy - letting you take him at your own pace. His forehead drops into the crook of your neck, his strained murmurs brushing against your exposed shoulder.
You adjust your hips, allowing more of his cock into you - wrapping your arms and legs around him. You curse at the consuming feeling of him, how your walls melt around him so perfectly, all of you taking him so well.
Your fingers trail up his back and behind his neck, grazing into the short curls at the back of his head, softly stroking over his scalp as you hold him close.
Marc mutters a string of apologies into your heated skin, mindlessly verbalising his shame from earlier as he continues to fill you with his cock - sinking deeper into your pretty pussy. His veins brushing against the ridges of your walls so deliciously.
You coo at him, telling him how you forgive him and love him, all while letting him seek refuge within your warm cunt and warm, loving touch.
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baby scarab || 60
@certainchildmentality - •Imagine how funny would It be If BS got in trouble at school while the boys have seperate bodies and they get a call from school, so at the principal's office once they arrive the principal just goes "I frigging quit".
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A/N : just an angst chapter really
masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist
A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))
please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait
pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader
TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, short but i worked hard on it :). let me know if i missed anything.
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you saw casper approaching the building, and like your prediction, he was walking quickly with a blank stare on his face.
you gave him a tight lipped smile and walked towards
him so that you were standing face to face.
"are they watching us right now?" he whispers and you shake your head with a laugh.
"no, but if we don't go soon they might come looking" you say, so you both leave the building to go on your way to school.
"you know what today is right?" he asks you and you hum.
"no, what is it?"
"you finally get to take a form home, since you have your dads now" he tells you and you smile.
every year at your school your homeroom teacher would hand out these forms.
like with your guardians names and numbers on it in case of emergency.
you've never filled one out.
and you've always gotten made fun of for it.
"it'll be a nice change" you say, and casper nods.
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in your homeroom, which you've had the same teacher for four years now, placed you right next to that ferret boy she knew you didn't like.
you ignored him as he kept asking if you were going to deny a form, since you always did.
but this year, you finally took it to everyone's surprise.
"dude, she's almost 18, and she just now got adopted?" some girl in the front of the class said, whispering to her friends.
"who are you kidding? whoever it is will probably give her up. you know her history" another girl whispers back, and you pretend not to hear it.
"they're right you know" the blonde next to you smirks while you put your information on the paper.
when you don't answer, his smirk falls and he slams his hand on the desk.
"wait, is your father that freak with the cab service? what's his name.." he mutters to himself and you look over to him.
"they- he's not a freak" you defend and the blonde perks up in his seat.
"they? who's they?" he asks smugly. "i always knew there was something off. strange man, he is" he clicks his tongue while you feel your eye twitch.
"they are not strange" you grit out, close to raising your volume.
he seemed to be feeding off of it though, and took your paper off your desk to read it.
"wait.. why are there three people for father?" he asks in genuine curiosity.
you don't answer but glare at him instead, which makes his scoff.
"well are you going to answer?" he asks snootily as he slams your paper back down on your desk.
"they had d.i.d" you answer quietly and he hums.
"and i thought you couldn't get crazier" he mumbles.
your eye twitches again before you slam your hand on your desk, standing up as the whole room goes silent.
the blonde stands up too, making himself seem taller than he already is by looking down at you.
"both of you sit down!" your teacher exclaims at the both of you, so you shove the boy away from you to do so.
he gets angry at that and shoves you back, but out of your chair and onto the floor.
everyone already knew what was coming and the teacher just sighed, leaving the room to get reinforcements.
some kids had their cameras out, and the others were just watching intently.
you get up and rush towards the blonde, shoving him again, but before your senses could save you, you're back on the floor with him above you.
"you are such a freak! just like your 'dads'" he yells at you, so you push him to the side so you could get on top of him instead of the other way around.
the first thing you did was draw your arm back while he shielded his face, but you hit them away and punched him square in the jaw.
the students around the two of you gasped and some even laughed.
"they aren't freaks!" you shout at him, still hitting him while he tries to push you off of him.
"get off me! you're insane!" he yells, and you bring your fist back again, and it's almost like you blacked out.
students flooded in the large room, with their cameras out while a couple other teachers came in too.
when you came back to your senses, there was blood on your fists, the source being the blondes nose.
he had scratched at your face while trying to get you off of him, so there was some blood there too.
you were suddenly pulled off him, and you were about to push whoever it was off you but it was who it was that stopped you.
for some reason, casper must have come in along with some other people from other classes.
he must've known it was you.
you let him pull you away from the boy on the floor, who was getting help up from a teacher.
you refused to look at casper, worried he'd actually be scared of you now.
"that's right, get away you crazy piece of-"
"quiet! both of you to the office right now!" the teacher helping the boy up exclaims.
you take one glance at casper, then slowly get your bag, staining the straps with your bloody hands.
casper followed after you though, stopping you in the empty hallway by grabbing lightly at your elbow.
"are you okay?" he asks you and you sigh.
"i don't know" you shrug.
he lets go of your elbow to pull you into a hug. "come on, i'll walk you to the office but after that i have to go" he tells you and you nod again this shoulder.
you both walk to the main office, before you part ways with sad half smiles, the lady at the reception giving you a glare as you walked in.
you sat in one of the chairs, throwing your bag to the floor.
"huh, looks like you have an emergency contact this year. lucky you" the lady says sarcastically as your eyes widen.
you forgot about that.
your paper must have made it to the office in the time it took for them to break up the fight.
you knew how it would go now, one of your dads would have to come in and have a talk with your principal.
the blonde came in a couple minutes later, with what looked like his father.
his dad was almost an exact replica of him, except his hair was longer and he looked like he was dressed for a funeral.
he glared daggers into the side of your face, which made your senses almost sting in your ears.
the door opened again, and you looked to see marc, giving you a look as he came to sit in the chair next to you.
"what did you do?" he grits out, trying to keep his volume down.
"nothing" you respond and he scoffs.
"yeah, we'll see about that" he replies.
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"from the footage of many students, it looks like y/n is the one who started the fight" you principal explained.
he had taken both you and marc, then the blonde and his father into his office.
marc was standing behind you, a hand on your shoulder to keep you in your seat.
the other boys father was just pacing the room, like he owned the place.
"i say this on y/n's behalf when i say i'm sorry for her behavior" marc apologizes professionally, and you roll your eyes, sure that steven and jake could see it from wherever they were watching from.
"saying that you're sorry isn't enough" the blondes father starts, staring over at marc. "she put her filthy hands on my son, i could have her kicked out of school- hell, i could have her put back in that damn asylum" he shouts at the end of his sentence.
you take in a sharp breath while you feel your eyes fill up with tears, looking up at the man.
"crying? really?" he scoffs and marc furrows his brows.
"don't threaten my daughter" he says to him sternly with a sharp glare.
the principal clears his throat to get everyone's attention.
"the best we could do is out of school suspension, three days for y/n, one for-"
"thats bullshit" you cut him off, causing almost everyone in the room to go into shock.
"he started it-"
"i did not!"
"yes you did! you-"
"quiet!" the principal yells.
"what i said goes, so i recommend going home and thinking about your actions" he says, finalizing the situation.
you scoff and marc takes his hand off your shoulder to almost pull you up to your feet by the back of your shirt.
you left the building, going in a different direction to the car marc probably sped over to get here.
"get in the car" he tells you and you sigh before doing so.
he got in after you and started it, beginning your tense ride home.
after a couple minutes he decides to speak up. "what were you thinking? it's only like your fourth day there"
you blink once before answering. "i was defending you"
marc makes a face and shakes his head.
"i'm not lying, he called you crazy-"
"i don't care what he said, it's not okay to start fights" marc gets close to yelling, but knows he can't.
he's on the verge of shouting at you for two reasons, the first being that he's pissed at you, and the second is because he's pissed at himself for being pissed at you.
he doesn't want to be mad, but you did beat a kid already, and it was only like your fourth day at school after already missing two.
"but-"
"y/n, all three of us are disappointed in you, but i would like to hear what happened" steven says while marc focuses on not crashing the car.
"i was filling out my emergency contact papers and he took it from me when i actually filled it out" you start.
"he asked me why i had there of you put down as my dad so i told him you have d.i.d" you take a breath.
steven nods for you to continue in the rear view mirror.
"..he called you guys crazy. because of your d.i.d, but you're not, you guys are normal and i just can't stand him"
"it's one thing to call me crazy but don't bring my family into it, you don't know them" you say more to yourself than steven.
he hums before speaking.
"your heart was in the right place"
"your actions however- kid you got suspended" marc finishes for steven.
you look down at your shoes and furrow your brows.
"i'm not sorry though, he deserved it"
you swore you could hear marc grind his teeth, keeping back from possibly snapping at you.
"you're lucky layla got a mission from taweret" marc mumbles and you scoff.
"i bet she would be on my side" you reply.
"you know what? not another word out do you until we get home" marc closes the conversation and you move to lean on the window.
~~~
marc walked ahead of you with a hand around your forearm, making sure you wouldn't run off and hide somewhere.
"sit down at the table" marc says to you, so you put your bag down on the ground to stomp over to the table, sitting down and crossing your arms.
marc sits across from you and makes eye contact before staring his rant.
"first of all, you're grounded. one week, no phone, no having casper over- nothing" you let out a shaky breath at his stern voice, never really hearing him this serious directed at you before.
"that's not fair, i was defending you" you cut him off before he started again.
"it's not fair? y/n you gave that kid a bloody nose"
"he has a point darling, you can't go hitting people there's other ways to solve things" steven says to you, yet marc refused to let anyone else front.
jake stayed quiet, knowing he would only make things worse with what he had to say.
"so give me your phone" marc holds his hand out but you stay still as a statue.
he raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head.
"now, give it" he says in a warning tone and you scoff before taking your phone out of your pocket and slamming it into his hand.
he pockets it without another word, and before he could even get anything out you get up out of your seat.
"hey i'm not done talking to you, sit back down"
"well i am" you reply, marc raising his eyebrows at you.
"fine, then go to your room" he starts. "and if you slam that door i'm taking it off the hinges!" he calls out after you as you speed-walk to your room, shutting the door as nicely as you could with the anger you had flooding your senses.
you felt tears building up in your eyes, so you sit down on your bed with your face in your hands.
"not fair" you mumble to yourself over and over, until you shoot up, sending a presence in the room.
it was khonshu, perched up on your dresser looking down at you, tears rolling down your face.
"i apologize for their behavior" he mocks, which makes you smile a tiny bit.
"i just don't understand why they can't see it from my perspective" you shake your head, wiping your face with your sleeve.
"they are angry that you got into a fight, but they are really just worried" khonshu offers his own perspective.
you don't say anything, just deciding to curl up on your bed and think.
~~~
"oh my god, i was way too hard on her" marc mutters, staring into the mirror sitting on the kitchen table in front of him.
"marc it's fine, she just needs time to cool off" steven defends, but marc shakes his head.
"i just want her to be safe, and defending us from some jerk kid isn't helping"
"in my opinion, you did just fine" jake starts, shrugging. "i mean, look, she hit a kid"
"right, but i'm starting to see why" marc begins, getting up from his seat. "i need to go talk to her, you think she'll listen?" he asks the two.
steven nods with a small smile and jake shrugs.
marc heads over to your room and presses his ear against the door, hearing nothing he decides to open it slowly.
you were curled up up your bed, facing the door as you drew imaginary circles into your blanket below you.
marc sat down at the edge of your bed and waited until he rehearsed his words in his head enough.
"would you mind explaining the situation again?" he asks gently and you stop your motions, looking over to him.
"he asked why there were three names for my emergency contact" you sigh. "so i told him you guys have d.i.d, like you told me to if anyone asked"
marc nods to signal to keep talking.
"..he called you guys crazy. and insane. he was in my space too so i pushed him and then he pushed me.. and i'm sure you can guess what happens next" you explain.
marc puts a hand on your leg, rubbing his thumb in circles in a calming motion.
"i'm just upset you're already in trouble. it's the.. hitting. you can yell at him all you want, call him names if he pisses you off but don't go picking physical fights" he negotiates and you nod.
"i'm sorry" you mumble.
marc sighs. "it's okay, it's just that steven had something important to do today and we don't want to leave you here alone with khonshu" he groans.
you furrow your brows. "what does steven have to do?"
"i signed up for online classes at a university but i have an in person interview thing" steven explains for himself and you eyes widen, sitting up.
"i'm so sorry" you cover your mouth with your hand, feeling tears gather back up in your eyes.
"hey, it's okay, you apologized, nobodies mad at you" steven says while marc reaches an arm out to wrap around your waist, pulling you to him.
"i was only mad at first. you just need to think a bit before you act, okay?" marc asks and you nod against his shoulder.
"steven i'm sorry. i didn't know you were going to have an interview and now i fucked it up-"
"shh! you didn't ruin anything, you can just come with us" he shrugs from your mirror, which marc shakes his head to.
"no, she's still grounded"
"but it'll be like a business trip, she might actually learn something. it's in a museum anyways" steven shrugs.
jake chuckles in the background at the whole exchange.
"just take her with you, amigos" he says and marc sighs.
"fine" he sees you smile when he agrees. "looks like we're going on a field trip"
~~~
A/N : yea so i worked so hard on this one, so i hope you like it
i hope youre all doing well, and i hope to see you all next week :) i love you guys
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fate goes pt. 5
marc spector x avatar!reader
summary: y/n says goodbye to the love of her life and resolves to stop harrow once and for all; y/n frees khonshu from his banishment
warnings: angst, death, fighting, language, threatening, more tears, dark themes, EPISODE 6 SPOILERS
shait: god/dess of fate and destiny
“fate goes as ever fate must
fate is the only one that’s just and i trust
fate goes as ever fate must
ashes to ashes
dust to dust” -fate goes, the ninth hour
All was silent for a few moments. The echo of the gunshots had faded, the crashing sound as body met water had also disappeared. It was as though every breathing person within the room had for only a few seconds become stilled.
Then the bodies melted, reality settling in and finality creeping forward. Footsteps on stand, rustling of fabric, clanking of metal, hands grasping out to pull at wet textiles.
Y/n watched as Harrow and his goons roughly pulled Marc’s body from the water surrounding the sarcophagus, searching his body for the ushabti. She clutched the stone relic in her hands, her bottom lip trembling.
She knew that wherever she ran with the ushabti, the scarab would lead them directly to her. There was no where she could go they would not find her.
But at least that meant she wouldn’t give it up without a fight.
“Careful, child.” Shait spoke into her ear. “This cannot go well.”
“I have a plan.” Y/n whispered back, before walking forwards, stepping out of the shadows, the ushabti held in her grasp as she extended it out before her, giving a full view of it to her enemies. “Looking for something?”
The men immediately poised their guns up at her, but Harrow raised his hand in cease, causing the weapons to be lowered. “Interesting... not putting up a fight?”
“Yeah. Marc tried, look where it got him.” Y/n bluntly replied, the words killing her inside.
“And what does your god have to say about this?” He slowly stood.
Y/n shrugged. “You spent too much time with Khonshu. Some avatars don’t always have to do as their gods dictate.”
Harrow smirked, stepping forwards and holding out his hand. Y/n stepped forwards, offering the ushabti up. He grasped it, attempting to take it before Y/n tightened her grip.
They looked into each others eyes, the woman exhaling before letting go.
He stepped away with the ushabti, looking out to his men as Y/n stayed standing where she was. “Who’s ready to heal the world?”
Harrow sent a final smirk her way before leaving with his men. Shait was loud in her mind. “Y/n, what have you done?!”
She was quiet as she walked over to Marc, her face collapsing as she stared at his body. He seemed almost asleep, his eyes gently closed and his body relaxed.
Y/n might’ve thought him passed out if it weren’t for the absence of the rise and fall of his chest and the two bullet holes.
Y/n fell to her knees next to him, letting the sobs rip from her throat as she gently placed her palm on his cheek. After a few moments she let herself lay her head on his chest, her body shaking with every cry. She raised her head up, and as she had done several years past, she placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered in his ear. She sat up, roughly wiping her tears away with her hands, standing and getting ready to leave the room.
Suddenly, she noticed a glint in the corner of her eye. Y/n walked up to the sarcophagus where she noticed the scarab laying on top. She held the golden relic in her hand, furrowing her eyebrows and tightening her fingers around it.
“You can’t stop him alone. It’s suicide.” Shait spoke.
“Then you’ll find another avatar when I die that can stop him.” Y/n hissed.
“Your life is irreplaceable.” Shait shook their head.
“I find that hard to believe.” Y/n frowned, clenching the scarab tighter in her palm.
Shait manifested in front of the woman. “Y/n L/n, you are unlike any other human being that ever has been and ever will be. So please, I implore you, to tread lightly in this fight.”
Y/n smirked in response.
“Don’t worry; I’ve got luck on my side.”
Y/n had found one of the trucks outside, hotwiring it to speed across the dunes, careening her way towards the pyramid of Giza. She had a strong hunch, and if she was right, the avatars would be summoned to the inside due to the overworld disturbance.
“I’ve spoken with Taweret.” Shait spoke, sitting in the passenger seat.
“Taweret? Like, hippo goddess Taweret?” Y/n asked.
Shait nodded their head in acknowledgement. “We’ve determined the best course of action is to free Khonshu.”
Y/n snapped her head towards the god. “What? Free Khonshu?”
“His power could potentially stand a chance against Ammit.” Shait responded. “You must retrieve his ushabti and break it to release him.”
“Alright.” Y/n nodded. “Sounds simple enough.”
Shait smirked, turning to face their avatar. “I’ve also made some... stylistic choices... for you when the time comes.”
Y/n brought the car to a halt in front of the great pyramid, turning to her god with a raised eyebrow. “No capes, deal?”
The god smirked in return.
Y/n allowed Shait to open a portal into the pyramid, stepping into the gold gilded room. She was surprised to be met with the avatars of Osiris and Hathor.
“Avatar of Shait.” The avatar of Osiris acknowledged. “The disturbance. Even your god felt it too. But what does it mean?”
More avatars began pouring into the room, the avatar of Hathor nodding. “Someone is trying to release Ammit.”
“But why?” Another avatar asked.
“Harrow.” Y/n darkly replied, before suddenly the far wall began to rumble and break apart, revealing the aforementioned man and his followers.
The avatars all stood before the men, Y/n sucking in a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. Shait towered over the woman, shouting loudly to her. “The ushabti! Find it now! Free Khonshu!”
Y/n nodded, quietly slipping away from the crowd of avatars, falling back into a hallway before bursting into a run, barreling down the winding halls of the great pyramid of Giza.
She could hear the distant shouting, the horrid sounds of her fellow avatars being slain. She skidded to a stop as she reached the room holding the stone figures of the banished gods.
Y/n ran her fingers over several, searching for the right one until she caught sight of Khonshu’s ushabti. She cast her eyes over it, before whipping her head back at the sound of rumbling throughout the pyramid followed by a loud thud.
“Ammit has been released!” Shait cried out. “Do it now, Y/n!”
Y/n tightly grasped the ushabti, letting out a yell as with all her strength she threw it to the ground. The dust of the broken stone swirled in spirals, allowing the bird-like god to regain his form.
“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world.” Khonshu bluntly growled. “He died fighting, no doubt.”
The air felt punched out of Y/n’s lungs with those words. “Fighting your war.” Y/n growled.
“And it’s far from over.” Shait replied, Khonshu acknowledging their presence.
“Ah, Shait.” He drawled. “Come to see your fortune misread?”
“I don’t read minds, Khonshu.” Shait monotonously frowned. “We need to stop Harrow and Ammit.”
Khonshu turned his attention over to Y/n. “We must rebind Ammit.”
“How?” She asked.
“Only an avatar can do it.” He simply spoke, before he transported out from the room.
Shait turned to their avatar. “I must aide Khonshu against Ammit. Go and find if there are any more living avatars, you need them to bind Ammit.” The god lowered down to their avatar’s level, letting their foreheads rest against each other. “As of this moment, your fate is in your own hands.”
Y/n closed her eyes, opening them as she felt a warm feeling cascade across her body, looking down to see an intricate armored outfit developing across her body.
Her cargo pants and t-shirt were replaced with a golden wrist cuffs, a gold broad necklace and chestplate, with white and gold fabrics and a golden headpiece. As she stretched her arms out, several golden feathers extended out to form a pair of wings.
The woman looked up, her irises glowing a brilliant warm golden glow.
After all, the words she had spoken to Shait earlier were true:
She had luck on her side.
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bite marks - steven grant.
pairing: dark!steven grant x female reader
summary: in which y/n starts receiving mystery packages from a stranger – not that she minds it since its stuff that she likes. however, things take a turn when a seemingly kind face reveals more than you would expect.
warnings: angst, fluff & smut (holy trinity).
a/n: happy reading!
word count: 3.4k words
minors/ageless blogs dni.
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For several weeks you found bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. You were instantly delighted, as you had never received flowers before. It didn't take long for you to realize that someone was watching you.
That someone had maintained a fair distance from you but was close enough to observe you. He kept a book in which he made notes of your likes and dislikes, so far, he had written up quite a detailed profile on you.
As expected, another bouquet of flowers had been left on your doorstep, this time it was accompanied by a note – something which did not occur before.
Curiously, you wasted no time in reading the note.
‘like a moth to a blame, i can't help but feel drawn to your presence.’
It had no name signed to it, just a vague note.
A twisted part of you enjoyed the attention you received as you clutched the note to your chest and smiled briefly.
All the while you were completely oblivious to the stare on you.
Today, a day just like any other, had a slight change. A man, whom you don’t know the name of had walked into the café you worked at and had a nervous exchange when ordering his drink of choice.
“Steven,” you called out his name and waited for said mystery man to collect his drink. He avoided eye contact and said a little ‘thank you’ before walking to a secluded corner and situating himself there with a book.
You smiled at the sight and continued your workday as usual.
You enjoyed your line of work as it allowed you to indulge in two activities you liked. Meeting people and baking.
Steven had found solace in his little corner with a few glances your way. He didn’t want to be obvious since he was used to watching you from the shadows but watching you in your place of comfort made it almost impossible to keep his gaze away from you.
“Interesting choice,” you said as you cleaned the table next to him.
Your voice surprised him.
He looked at the book in his hand and then back at you.
“I’m actually rereadin’ it,” he said as calmly as he could.
“Oh? You enjoyed it that much?” you said with interest.
The book he had been trying to reread was “Persuasion” by Jane Austen.
“I certainly did,” he said with a smile.
He already knew of your interest in reading and took the initiative to read all books you have read in order to understand you better. Due to his observations of you, it was easy to pick up on your habits and on the fact that you’re unconscious of your surroundings.
You smiled at his reply and politely excused yourself to the kitchen.
Steven’s heart had been beating rapidly for the entire exchange the two of you had. It may have been small, but to him it was the perfect way to insert himself into your life.
Your everyday life has now consisted of friendly exchanges with Steven on the basis of books and the occasional walk home from him when he waited for you to close up the café.
The flowers from your admirer had not stopped, however, they had now become something you get occasionally.
On this particular day you had been living life as usual when Steven walked in with the sweet smile he had reserved for you, in his hand was his copy of ‘Persuasion’.
He sat at his usual place and waited for you to approach him, as you did so, he wasted no time in nervously babbling to you.
“I know this isn’t the most appropriate way to do this since you’re at work and all, but I would love to take you on a date if you would like to go on one?” he said all in one go and if it weren’t for you being used to taking note of everything your customers say then you wouldn’t have understood him.
Steven avoided eye contact with you the more you remained silent, and he had begun to think that maybe asking you on a date at work was a bad idea.
“I would love to,”
All worry he was feeling had dissipated and he looked with you with a toothy grin.
“You would?” he said slightly surprised.
You nodded in response and smiled at him.
He seemed to grasp his surroundings and returned your smile as he recited that he would have his usual drink. Before you left to prepare his order, he handed you his copy of Persuasion.
“I wanted you to have this,” he said, making a point to maintain eye contact with you.
You were about to protest when he spoke up again.
“Its an annotated copy with notes I made specifically for you,”
As soon as he said that you knew you couldn’t refuse it. So, you took the copy with a soft thank you and went on to tend to his order.
Following that exchange between you and Steven, the two of you had quickly fell into a relationship where everything seemed natural. Especially with Steven’s efforts towards you.
Upon making things official, you had told him about the flowers you received previously, to which he assured you that it was okay, and he would take care of it if you wanted him to.
Very quickly 3 months had passed by, and it was filled with pure bliss. Steven being a new addition to your life had made it a happy wonderland.
“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” you heard him ask aloud from your kitchen.
“I’m good thanks,” you assured him as he walked into your living room.
A recent activity the two of you shared was reading in the company of each other and annotating the books for one another. Which is what the two of you were currently doing.
You watched his reaction as you pulled out a book you knew he would be surprised to see.
His eyes slightly widened upon seeing the title and his eyes made their way to you.
“Interestin’ book you’ve got there,” he said, his voice sounding lower than before.
“You think so? I thought I’d give it a try,” you said feigning innocence.
“You should, I’ve heard tha’ its quite detailed,”
“You’ve heard of it?” you asked with a raised brow.
“Of course, I have,” is all he said before opening his own book and reading it.
You took it as a sign that he didn’t want to go further with the conversation.
Throughout the night, Steven had noticed the way you would slightly clench your thighs as your eyes skimmed through the book. It was easy for him to pick up on the fact that you were turned on by what you were reading.
He knew this from the many nights he’d seen you touch yourself. You of course were not aware of your audience, not that he would want you to know that.
Even though your relationship with Steven was only 3 months in, sexual activities between the two of you were not a main concern, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t time where either of you got carried away while making out.
He made it known to you that he wanted to take things slow, and you never questioned him because you respected his wishes. The actual reason he wanted to take things slow was because he wanted to enjoy your company before finally indulging in you. It was all part of his plan.
On a day which was just like any other, you were cleaning up your bookshelf when you realised a particular book of yours was missing. It had been one you read a long time ago and you had specifically put it in a place only you knew of.
You brushed off your concern and chalked it down to you simply misplacing it.
The weather outside had been rainy, but not the calm drizzle you were used to, instead it was storming. Steven had stated he had difficulty in coming to see you and you of course understood this and told him you’d see him tomorrow.
Just as you were about to walk into the kitchen to wash the dishes from earlier, the lights went out. You huffed out a sigh and began looking for candles in order to see properly in the dark.
A sound coming from your living room heightened your senses as you stayed stark still.
You were the only one home, so the noise was unusual to say the least.
With a candle in hand, you softly made your way towards where the noise came from. The rational part of your mind was screaming to leave it alone and retreat to the safety of your room. However, your curiosity had got the best of you.
A book was face down on the floor as you looked around for the source of the noise, you picked it up and turned it around to look at the cover.
It was the missing book. That missing book.
A burning feeling of fear in your chest made you turn around to go to your room, but the figure in the shadows did not allow that.
The stranger’s hand had clasped its way around your mouth to prevent your from screaming whilst the other had pulled you towards him and gripped both your hands in his to avoid you from getting away.
It was by sheer luck that the candle you were holding fell and the flame was put out instantly.
Now, you were in the darkness of your own home while a stranger held you prisoner in his hold.
You felt the vibration of his chuckle as he held you.
“You can’t get away from me,” he said maliciously.
Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to push your way out of his hold.
“You made it so easy f’me,” he stated as he dragged you towards your room.
He knew his way around your home, which didn’t register in your mind yet since you were trying to get away from him.
That’s when an idea popped into your mind.
You bit down as hard as you could, and he hissed in pain. Before you could scream, he used some type of material to stop you from screaming.
“Don’t make me do things I’ll later regret,” he warned as he stopped to make a point to you.
You complied out of fear and let him take you to your room.
With the absence of electricity, it made it difficult for you to make out the face of the man.
He carefully restrained your hands and made you sit on your bed facing him. You’d assume in a situation such as this you would be scared, but you didn’t exactly know what you felt. Maybe it was the adrenaline.
“If you listen t’me, then we can make things easy,” he stated.
You quirked a brow at him but nodded in compliance. The last thing you wanted was to make him angry.
“I don’t want any funny business, if you try anything against what I’m saying then I’m goin’ to have to use this,”
The little bit of light from outside allows you to see the knife he’s holding in his hand.
You feel a familiar throb between your legs at his words.
“Move more up,” he indicates to your bed, and you move up further to provide him with space to sit at the edge and watch you.
“Did you enjoy getting the flowers from me?”
Of course, it had to be the mystery man who had been sending you flowers.
“I assume you now don’t like them as much since you’re too busy giving time to someone else,” he said with a hint of a smile.
You want to speak and let him know that you missed receiving the flowers, but it occurred to you in that moment that this was a complete stranger to you. So, why did you feel the need to validate the way he felt?
“You may be thinking I don’t know a thing about you, but I know more than anyone else in your life,” he chuckled darkly and looked to the side before facing you again.
“I know all about the dark fantasies tha’ roam around tha’ mind of yours. The fear you feel by thinking about them but also the enjoyment you get,”
You tensed at his words; your thoughts were your own. Something only you were aware of.
He stood up from the bed and pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs open in the process, you were about to force them closed when he grazed the blade of the knife from your ankle all the way up to your thighs.
Your arms were still restrained in front of you as he began to train the blade towards your neck. Your eyes never left his, even if you couldn’t see them in the dark.
He was enjoying the willingness you were showing him.
“Be a good girl,” he said while using both hands to carefully cut your shirt in the middle. You felt the coolness of the air on your bare chest once he finished.
He stared at you for a moment and contemplated his choices.
“I’m goin’ to allow you to speak, but the moment you do anythin’ out of line. You know the consequences,”
You looked from the reflected blade to his shadowy figure and nodded.
He removed the piece of material from your mouth and waited for you to scream, when you didn’t, he disregarded the material and took hold of your hands by gripping them.
Your hands were above your head on the bed while he straddled you and his face was in line with yours.
“All you have to say is no,” he assured you.
Its funny how he gives you that choice after what his already done.
You thought for a moment, head foggy with thoughts and nodded.
A ghost of a smile made its way to his face.
“You’re a very bold person,” he said before kissing your neck and caging you between his body and the bed. His one hand still remained by keeping your above your head while the other grasped your breast, kneading the flesh and causing you to slight moan.
“You like tha’?” he asked with a chuckle.
You nodded and looked to his lips, as a way of asking him to kiss you.
“Use your words,” he insisted.
“Yes. I liked that,”
He pecked your lips and sat up briefly to take off his own shirt. You laid there and watched him with wanting eyes.
For a moment he stepped away from the bed and tugged at the waist band of your pants till they were off, next to be disregarded were your underwear.
He soon returned to kissing you, but his hand trailed down your body till they were between your legs, feeling your arousal.
“Someone seems to enjoy having a stranger do such things to them,” he chuckled darkly and began to draw little circles on your clit, making you bite your lip to stop your moans from being heard.
“I want to hear you,” he insisted and added more pressure to his fingers on your clit. Your moan of pleasure gave him the validation he so desperately wanted to hear.
“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as he sucked on one of your breasts.
He hummed in acknowledgement and continued his little game of pleasure.
Slowly, he made his way down your body till you felt his tongue teasing your clit.
You went to move your still restrained hands.
“Keep your hands where they were,” he warned and looked up at you.
You complied and spread your legs more for him.
He took his time with teasing your clit, using his fingers to spread you so he could suck on your clit and spread your arousal.
“You’re so wet,” he said with a teasing tone.
“Please,” you begged, not knowing exactly what you wanted.
You felt two of his fingers at your entrance as he stimulated you by still sucking on your clit. He set a comfortable pace, his fingers motioning them in a way that has you almost seeing stars.
You feel yourself going towards that feeling of euphoria and as you clench around his fingers, he stops.
“Not yet,” he said with a chuckle.
You whine in protest but silence yourself once he moves. He removes whatever remaining pieces of clothing he has and situates himself on the bed and pulls you on top of him to straddle him and removes the restraints from your hands.
“Ride me,” he says almost like a plea, which surprises you.
You settle one hand on his shoulder to balance yourself as you guide him into you. As you slowly sink down into his lap, you both gasp at the feeling of each other. He kisses you and pulls your body closer to his. Your hips begin to move on their own accord as you continue to kiss each other.
“Just like tha’,” he praises as he breaks the kiss and looks at you.
Breasts slightly bouncing with the motion of your hips. Out of habit you bite your lip, but soon grip his neck to make him look at you before you kiss him.
Something about him feels so familiar, but any rational thoughts you have are consumed by the feeling of him. A stranger who is making you feel things you’ve only read about.
You continue to kiss him and feel his one hands trail between you and him. You feel the pressure of his fingers on your clit and soon that familiar build up of euphoria is felt in the pit of your tummy.
“You gonna cum f’me?” his tone was demanding yet still held desperation in them.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” you admit and start to move your hips even more.
“Then cum,” he demands, and like the good girl that you are, you cum.
You moan into the kiss and ride out your orgasm, only stopping when you become too sensitive.
He chuckles when you slump against him.
“We’re not done yet,”
He braces you against him and soon your back is on the bed, and he is now above you, his cock still inside you.
In the middle of you gaining your conscious thoughts back, you see him take the knife from before and hold it against your neck.
The feeling of the cool metal makes you gasp.
“I’m not goin’ to hurt you,” he assures you, and somehow you know you can trust him.
He begins to thrust into you at a slow pace, leaning over to kiss you every now and then while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The blade is still held against your neck. The wetness from your previous orgasm makes it easy for him to thrust into you.
You hear him curse under his breath every few moments, and you know he’s having an internal battle with wanting to thrust into you harshly.
“Do it,” you tell him.
He hums in confusion.
“Fuck me faster, stop holding back,” you tell him.
That was all he needed to hear before you felt him begin to increase the pace in thrusts and the force of his hips were now more brutal than before. He was chasing own high, but at the same time. He was ensuring you felt it just as much. You felt him kissing your neck and without warning, you felt his teeth sink into your neck. The pain causing a sense of pleasure.
“Rub your clit,” he says through gritted teeth.
You do as he says and clench around him at the overstimulation. With a few more thrusts, he’s cumming inside of you and while you cum at the same time. You’re both breathing heavily. You lay there and stare at the ceiling above you, the rational thoughts finally making their way back to you.
A stranger just fucked you in your bed, and you willingly let him do so. Your thoughts were interrupted by said stranger pulling you towards him and kissing you on the forehead. The pain from the bite mark still lingered on your sensitive skin.
“Fuck, y/n. Tha’ was so good,”
That’s when it hits you. That voice.
“Steven?”
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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭
concepts:
stopping by the museum to bring steven lunch;
patching steven up after he'd been out 'moonknighting'
walking through a botanical garden with steven;
karaoke night with steven;
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little things
moonknight x reader
summary: as your boyfriend kept forgetting small details about you, steven and marc treasured them.
warnings: small angst, soft, mentions of blood
part count: 1/2
this night wasn’t going to go well.
you bit your bottom lip as you stared out the window of your boyfriend’s car. you were heading towards a double date with your best friend, steven. he had finally asked that woman he liked so much from the museum, martha, out. you were quite excited for this date! steven talked about her a lot, you were eager to meet her and spend time with your favorite boys in this entire world, your boyfriend and the boys.
you have known the boys for years now. you had known of steven and jake for a while now as well, and you loved them all unconditionally. you didn’t know where you’d be without them, and you liked to think they felt the same way. you only wished for their happiness, they have been through so much. so finding out that steven now had a date, and was actually happy, warmed up your heart.
you were excited for this double date. that was until your boyfriend, josh, ruined everything for you. again. your relationship was falling apart, and you didn’t want to accept it. your boyfriend no longer looked forward to spending time with you, didn’t communicate with you, would stand you up on dates and even talk to you in rude, disrespectful ways. tonight, he hadn’t even taken the time to compliment you, after you spent so long getting ready, just for him. he also came to pick you up late. you just felt so unwanted and insignificant.
“oh, hello!” you heard steven exclaim as he stood up from his seat at the sight of you. you offered him a big smile, wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug.
“i’m so sorry we’re late!” you excused yourself, before taking a seat next to your boyfriend. you smiled at martha, who sat next to steven, she was absolutely gorgeous and seemed kind.
“i apologize. we’ve been here before, but i got a bit lost.” said your boyfriend, scratching the back of his head. you looked at him confused. you have never been to this restaurant, ever. in fact, it was your first time on this side of town. you brushed it off and smiled at steven.
“oh, that’s okay! we had plenty of time to get to know each other better!” said martha, earning a big grin from you. that’s a relief.
the night passed fairly quick. your mood was lifted quickly, all thanks to your best friend. your boyfriend on the other hand, was blatantly flirting with martha. but steven, being as naive as always, hadn’t realized just yet. but you? you knew. you sighed softly, bringing the cup of wine to yours lips yet again, moaning at the taste.
“so, where did you guys meet?” asked martha. you smiled, looking at your boyfriend. he smiled back at you and took a sip from his drink.
“we met at work!” josh replied, and your heart sank. no, you didn’t. you met at a park near your apartment. you faked a smile, looking over at steven’s date. that’s okay! i mean, small details like that can be forgotten easily, right?
“a workplace romance, i love it!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. you smiled at how cute she was and nodded your head, continuing to eat from your food.
“for long have you been dating? if you don’t mind me asking!” martha asked, earning a smile from you. she seemed genuinely interested in your relationship and you thought it was sweet of her. just as you were about to reply, your boyfriend spoke up.
“one year, about to be two.” josh replied.
no… it’s been three years, and your anniversary just passed, he just forgot that as well. you remembered how heartbroken you were that day. you spent the entire day preparing a nice meal for your boyfriend of now three years, for him to not appreciate it. heck, he didn’t even eat it.
however, marc was there to eat it. he was eager to taste what you had spent so much time and effort on. marc and steven offered you endless compliments after being blown away by delicious cooking. you remember how much you teared up at the fact that someone appreciated you, and your hard work. someone actually cared.
that person wasn’t your boyfriend. and that was absolutely heartbreaking. he completely forgot about your anniversary. his apologies meant nothing to you. you have never looked at him the same after that. but you loved him. and he promised he’d never forget anything else about you, and your relationship. but here we are.
you chuckled in disbelief, looking down at your food. you could feel steven’s eyes on you. you were extremely upset and it showed. is your boyfriend confusing you with someone else? you kept quiet as everyone else carried on with the conversation, no longer feeling any excitement.
“really? i thought you two have been together for three years now?” steven asked, tilting his head in confusion. you let out a sad chuckle.
“oh, have we? time sure passes quickly!” josh replied, chuckling after. you bit your lip, staring down at your lap. you placed your fork down, losing your appetite.
—————
after finishing up your dinner, you all decided to go buy ice cream before heading home, as you were having a good time with each other. you smiled, as you looked at all of the flavors the shop offered. steven stood next to you, smiling at your excitement.
looking at all these flavors, when she knows she’ll pick the same one each time… cute.
steven laughed under his breath, agreeing with marc. you were a stubborn girl. you always bought your favorite flavor. you loved trying new ones, of course, but you always tried them through the boys. therefore, marc and steven knew to pick a new flavor every time. you looked at steven, who was already staring loving at you.
“what are we trying today?” you asked. and steven could feel his heart melt. god, you were absolutely adorable. he chuckled and nodded, looking at all the flavors, deciding what to pick for you to try. you heard your boyfriend begin to order.
“… and for y/n, she’d like the vanilla one.” josh finished, and you looked at him, confusion and mostly anger in your eyes. he noticed your stare. “what? that’s your favorite, babe.”
that’s it.
how can someone who claims to love you more than anyone forget so much about you? from where you met, to your allergies, the things you don’t like, and even how much time you have spent together. you felt your heart breaking even further. your eyes pricked with tears as you looked at your boyfriend.
“my favorite?” you asked, your voice shaking. josh’s eyes widening at you. he nodded reluctantly. you chuckled breathily.
“who have you been confusing me with all night, josh?” you asked, you watched as his body tensed up. steven sighed softly, leading martha outside of the shop, so you could have some privacy.
“what are you talking about, y/n? let’s not do this right now.” he replied.
“stop talking to me as if i’m stupid. are you cheating on me?” you asked. you heard him scoff.
“stop this nonsense.”
“then who went to that restaurant with you before? who— who did you meet at your job? because that wasn’t me.” you replied, and that was the moment your boyfriend understood. his eyes widen even further as he realized he had been confusing you. with the girl he has been cheating on you with.
“y/n—”
“we’re done.” you replied, turning around in your heels and walking away from him. you left the shop, finding steven and martha talking outside. you wiped your tears as you walked past them, ignoring your boyfriend’s calls. you needed to go home. but where was home?
you lived with josh. you didn’t have anywhere else to go. you didn’t know where you’d head to, but you knew you needed to be away from him. you felt so humiliated. you felt josh’s hand grab your arm roughly, putting a halt to your walking. you hissed in pain.
“don’t fucking walk away from me— just hear me out.” josh growled, staring down at you. you tried pulling away from his hold, but he was much stronger than you.
“let go. i have nothing else to say.” you said through your teeth, only earning a rougher and tougher hold on you. you whimpered in pain, trying once again to walk away from him.
“take your filthy hands off of her.” you heard marc say. marc always came to your rescue. you looked behind josh, locking eyes with martha. you were so mortified she was witnessing this. you were so embarrassed, causing more tears to run down your cheeks.
“this is none of your business— this is between me and her.” josh said, paying no attention to marc. his hold on you kept getting tighter, and you just knew you’d bruise from it. you kept trying to plead with him, to let you go, but it was meaningless.
“i’m going to give you one more change to let go of her.” marc said, now grabbing josh’s arm, ready to remove it from you. josh laughed cockily.
“or what? what are you going to do, huh?” josh chuckled, his eyes still on you, as if he didn’t care about marc. wrong choice.
“what are you gonna do?— talk about egyptian gods?” josh finished, a cocky laugh leaving his mouth, and now for the first time, looking over at marc, who only smirked.
“oh, this isn’t steven.” was the last thing marc said, before landing a strong punch on josh’s face. josh fell to the ground, holding his now bruised and bloody nose. martha gasped loudly, amused by everything that was going on. finally, you were free from his hold. you cursed under your breath, softly stroking your arm in pain. you saw marc, walking closer to josh, ready to continue punching him.
“marc.” you said, grabbing his hand gently. “please, let’s just—“
you didn’t even finish your sentence before he understood what you meant. he sighed, nodding and backing away once again. josh lost no time and stood up, quickly walking away from you, whispering insults under his breath. marc’s attention was fully on you. yet his eyes found martha, who seemed started. he sighed before letting steven front. you felt and saw the boys switch. now, steven was back. he looked at you, his eyes wide, and filled with genuine pity and empathy for you.
“bloody hell! are you alright, darling?— my gosh.” steven rambled, his soft hand caressing your bruised arm. he bit the insides of his mouth, attempting to calm his anger. you noticed, quickly wiping your teary eyes.
“i’m— i’m okay! steven, martha.” you said, nodding your head towards her, who was now walking away from you. steven hesitantly followed behind her, soon catching up to her.
“martha! where are you going?— let me take you home.” steven said softly, looking down at martha, who only smiled gently at him.
“steven. why did you ask me out?” she asked.
“what— what do you mean? i like you, of course!” steven laughed in a reply, earning a genuine smile from martha.
“no, you don’t, steven. you like her.” she replied, signaling over to you, who continued silently tearing up, truthfully hurt and distressed by everything that happened tonight. steven looked at martha, confusion in his eyes.
“you have only talked about her, all night. about her favorite places to go, her favorite food, and desert— she’s all you’ve talked about since we met.” martha said, as steven realized that she was right. he looked pitifully at her.
“it’s alright! i’m not mad, or anything. i think it’s endearing that you know so much about her.” martha said, smiling. “but i liked you.” she finished.
“martha, i— i’m so sorry.” steven managed to say, but martha shook her head, that smile never leaving her face.
“you’re a good guy, steven.” she said softly. “i’ll see you monday?” she asked, beginning to walk once again. steven nodded, offering her a shy smile. martha nodded, and turned around, continuing to walk home. steven let out a big sigh, looking back at you.
how did they not realize it sooner? of course they liked you, heck, they loved you. they looked forward to spending time with you, you were the highlight of their day. you were in their mind every second of everyday. gosh, how did they not know? they know you like the back of their hand. they couldn’t even think of forgetting any details about you. no matter how small, everything, all of the little things and facts about you were so incredibly important to them.
you were important.
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