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lurkingshan · 3 months

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Happy wednesday!

So I was bored and thought I would ask a silly question.

From the bl couples we know and love, who do you think, if given the opportunity, would go completely overboard in their valentine day's celebrations? And what would they do?

Rose💜

Oh, Rose, what a delightful question. Now, if I may offer an observation to give context for this list: Valentine's Day is a specific kind of romantic celebration that many loving couples simply do not bother with. It's a cheesefest, a celebration of consumerism, and often a very public display of love that lots of folks just don't go in for, so a couple's absence from this list does not indicate a lack of genuine affection. Valentines Day is for simps (affectionate). And, in most (but not all) couples, there is only one simp in the relationship. With that said, let's talk about the top 10 simps in bl.

Karan, Cherry Magic Thailand

Let's get this out of the way right off the top, because Karan has reached levels of simpitude previously unknown to man. He is exactly the kind of nerd who would make a big embarrassing deal about this holiday while Achi blushes his way through the day. I believe he has learned from his bad date faux pas, however, so he will make sure to stick to things Achi actually likes and try to reign in the worst of his overspending to avoid making his boyfriend uncomfortable. I'm picturing a homemade lunchbox with heart shaped food, a big bouquet of flowers presented at the office in front of their coworkers, a romantic klongboat ride, and a sentimental gift like a framed photo.

Kurosawa, Cherry Magic Japan

Now you may think its cheating to include two different versions of the same character on this list, but I disagree because Kurosawa is the OG simp and their simping presents very differently. Kurosawa is going for a quieter display, making Adachi a nice dinner at home and reading him an original poem he composed on his lunch breaks. Adachi will blush and stammer and feel bad about not getting Kurosawa a gift, and Kurosawa will tell him his presence is gift enough.

Ten, Cooking Crush

Was there any doubt he would be on this list? Ten loves nothing more than a thoughtful, heartfelt act of service, and Valentines Day gives him a perfect excuse. He's making Prem a sentimental homemade meal tied to one of their cooking lesson memories, and he's created a new magnet featuring the two of them to go on Prem's oven mitt. Prem pretends to hate it but won't stop smiling every time Ten looks away, and later reveals he made them a heart-shaped dessert.

Yai, I Feel You Linger in the Air

Another poet for our list. Yai would love this cheesy ass holiday and take it as an excuse to dress Jom up all fancy, go dancing at the speakeasy, and whisper poetry into his ear to his heart's content. Jom with his modern POV on the holiday rolls his eyes at first, but then gets swept up in the romance and rewards Yai handsomely when they get home.

Hantae, Sing My Crush

This holiday was made for Hantae. He loves nothing more than being loud and embarrassing about his love for Baram. He has a whole Day of Fun planned for them, which Baram goes along with, pretending he didn't get Hantae anything until they get home and he pulls out his guitar to play a new original song he wrote for his man.

Gun and Cher, A Boss and A Babe

The rare simp4simp relationship, we have a twofer! Gun and Cher go all out on Valentines Day to the point of making it a competition for who can pull off the most surprises to make the other happiest. They do this at the office in full view of all their friends and coworkers, of course. In the end it's a draw and Gun lets the staff go home early to their sweethearts, everybody wins.

Gavreel, Gameboys

Picture Gavreel stalking Cairo around the house trying to smother him with kisses, attempting to cook a meal that he definitely burns, ands presenting Cairo with a new body pillow with his image on it for when they are apart. Cairo protests every step of the way, but is secretly touched and loving every minute.

Lian, Cutie Pie

Lian is a traditional romantic so he will be taking Kuea out for a fancy dinner, presenting him with a giant bouquet of flowers and the most expensive bottle of champagne available, and then taking him home for some sensual and loving missionary sex. Kuea eats it up.

Tinn, My School President

Did you think we were getting out of this list without mentioning our most promising young simp? Ha! Tinn loves this holiday and takes it as an excuse to engage in PDA all over campus. Gun returns the favor just to see him blush, and they end the day on a cute date out to an amusement park where they take lots of couple photos and generally nauseate all their friends with all their social media posts.

#cherry magic th #cherry magic #cooking crush #sing my crush #i feel you linger in the air #a boss and a babe #gameboys #cutie pie #my school president #top 10 bl simps #shan answers

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egypt-museum · 1 year

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Diadem of Princess Sithathoriunet

When Flinders Petrie and Guy Brunton explored the shaft tomb of Princess Sithathoriunet in 1914 (located in the funerary complex of Senusret II at El Lahun), they found little apart from her red granite sarcophagus and a set of canopic jars, the vessels which accompanied each burial to house the internal organs. Then they discovered a niche in the wall that had been plastered over.

Inside were five boxes containing Sithathoriunet's jewelry, a mirror, razors and pots for cosmetics. Most of the objects from this tomb are now on display in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. The masterpiece in this collection is a diadem with a circular band of gold decorated with a uraeus or rearing cobra at the front and fifteen rosettes. It also has two gold plumes and six bands of gold hand down from the diadem.

Middle Kingdom, 12th Dynasty, reign of Senusret II, ca. 1897-1878 BC. Now in the Egyptian Museum, Cairo. JE 44919

#ancient egypt #diadem #12th dynasty #princess

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cyberegypt · 2 months

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Cyberpunk Aesthetic + Ancient Egypt = New Cairo Mega Apartment Building

#cyberpunk aesthetic #ancient egypt #urban #street #new cairo #cyberpunk #dystopia #scifi #rebellion #block wars #megacity

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Possessive

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 3575 words

Outline: Six months ago you left Marc in Cairo after another tear-filled night, you packed your bags and started a new life in a new country and went no contact. So how come you run into him in the middle of the day?

Warnings: swearing, pet names, dirty talk, water sex, anal teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, dry humping, nipple play, rough kissing, degradation, daddy kink, spit play, penetrative unprotected sex, praise kink, come shot, bad driving, love bites, oral sex (f receiving), jealousy, some unhealthy tactics, un beta-ed.

Author’s Note: This is my entry for my love's @wint3r-h3art writing challenge, my prompt was Jealous/Possessive with Marc Spector! My baby congratulations on everything, I love you and I am more than fucking happy for getting to know you and being your friend, mwah! Made this fic a little self-indulgent as a treat :)

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NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“It’s not what it was.” You say, your voice making a sound barely above a whisper and the next thing you hear is the loud bang of the door as he is leaving the hotel room.

That’s when he lost saw him, your ex-boyfriend Marc Spector. Your face was swollen, you had been crying all day long and him leaving was the final straw. It didn’t take you more than twenty minutes to gather all of your things and pack them up. Before you knew it you were in an old cab being driven to the airport in Cairo. Finding a ticket wasn’t easy, all the flights were almost booked or way too expensive. Thankfully the cashier finds a relatively cheap to nearby Greece and without any more thinking you take it and board the plane.

Then it was glimmer and no shine. You enjoyed your time there, you found a small apartment to live in close to a very cat-obsessed old lady who always left you a plate of food. A friend of a friend had helped you find a job and you were all settled. It had been six months since you had last seen him and you had made sure to go no contact, just a single text that you were alive and on your way back home and then you blocked his number.

Now everything was different, home addresses, phone numbers, social media profiles. Was it that important that he couldn’t find you at all? You honestly just preferred to spare yourself another heartbreak. Marc was unpredictable and very obsessive. Sometimes you honestly thought that he treated you like an object, other times you didn’t mind that at all. You pushed it all in the back of your head, trying never to think about him and his curly hair.

It was a Monday afternoon, a little after 3 pm and you had just returned home from work. The heat was too much, the day was bright and the summer was in full of swing. You knew it was the perfect time to enjoy yourself at the beach. You return home for a quick shower, and a change of clothes, and after smothering yourself in sunscreen lotion, you take your bag and head to the bus station. It only takes about ten minutes for the bus to arrive and you try your best to squeeze yourself in.

After a relatively quiet ride, you make it to the beach, a short walk till you are settling at a nice spot in the sand and laying on top of your beach towel. You put on your sunglasses and place your hat over your head opting for some relaxation before getting inside the water.

But you weren’t alone.

It has been about two weeks since Marc had figured out where you were living, a piece of information he had acquired from a couple of guys you used to hang out with in Cairo. He was standing a little behind you, wearing a white t-shirt, rolled-up washed jeans, sunglasses, and a hat.

“Fancy running to you here.” He clears his throat and proceeds to sink down sitting next to you on your towel. Bewildered you draw your eyebrows together, confused at the sound of his voice? Was that really Marc? How? How on earth had he found you and why? You draw your hat away from your face and look at him, a shiver running down your spine.

“I deserve an explanation.” He says again looking at you confused just breathing slowly. “I didn’t leave that night to run away and hide, you knew I was coming back.” You shake your head and raise your body up, not knowing what to do.

“Marc.” You say pronouncing his name clearly, never expecting to say it again.

“That’s my name, glad you remember it.”

“Why are you here?”

“I would never let you go.”

“But why now?”

“You know why.”

You swallow a lump in your throat, something about this declaration makes your insides burn with lust and desire for him. A feeling you thought was long buried. You don’t want to run away, you want to stay right there. The feelings came back in full swing and no matter how much you wanted them to stay buried, you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself inside his chest and thank him for finally finding you.

“You know your schedule is really basic. Work, beach, a trip to the grocery store, maybe a movie, exactly like you’ve always lived. The only thing left for me was to figure out where.” You shake your head and begin to get up from your towel. He is watching you following your movements and joins you as you begin to walk towards the beach, your arms crossed. You felt some kind of nausea now, and the sun was getting too much. You discard your hat and your sunglasses and Marc follows suit, taking off his shirt and pants, and looking at you.

“I wasn’t hiding, I didn’t run away.” You repeat looking at him, getting distracted by his perfectly sculpted body. He nods his head reassuringly.

“You just needed a break, understandable, no hard feelings.” There is something about his voice, the way he seems so calm, the way he is looking at you like he is ready to do everything for you. Just like he knew you needed time and space. He is placing his sunglasses in your bag and something about the familiarity of the scene has your heart skipping a beat. He is observing your movements, you know very well he is sharing your feelings. He wants so bad to crush his lips against yours but instead, he only looks at them so feverishly waiting for your instructions, your questions, anything.

At first, he needed to make sure there wasn’t anyone else, and to his surprise there truly wasn’t, once that was dealt with he wanted to make sure you were alright, mentally and physically. Marc knew he could be too much, he only had a divorce on his name, he knew how possessive he could become, he knew that was why you needed to leave. He was possessive and obsessive and ever so jealous. Even if a guy accidentally laid eyes on you, he would hiss and overstep. Always keeping his grip on you.

“No hard feelings.” He had said. He truly meant it.

“Marc,” You take another deep breath and extend your arm to which he responds immediately, wrapping his fingers inside yours. He lets you lead him to the beach, walking on the small stones together, allowing the water to engulf you inch by inch until you let go of his hand and wrap your hands around his back, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Marc responds by utterly crushing his lips against yours, eliminating the distance between you, grateful that the beach is almost empty and away from curious eyes. There was nothing more to say, your bodies needed each other.

His hands are quick to touch your body pulling you closer and closer to you, freely gripping your ass knowing that the water is too deep, too blue for people to see you both. You didn’t mind, even if people watched and Marc knew that; he remembered that very well. The number of times he had fingered you right under your dresses was far too many to count. A finger begins to roam between your ass cheeks, he wanted to tease you, to play with you. And all you can do is moan openly inside his mouth, his kisses, his bites on your lips never stopping. He wanted to taste every drop of you but he needed to be careful.

You are facing the faraway mountains, your back to the crowd, till Marc turns you so that he can stop playing with your asshole over the thin fabric of your swimsuit and instead touch his favorite things. Your breasts, god he had missed them so; he is teasing the nipples, circling them as they proudly look like they are ready to cut through fabric, hot summer sun reflecting on them, his erection stiff behind your back. He is moving you slightly gripping you by your breasts and having you feel his erection.

“What if I fuck your ass right on this beach, huh? You’re so eager for someone who didn’t even wanna acknowledge me five minutes ago.”

You whimper, he knew the teasings drove you crazy and your mind started shutting down after a while since all you craved was his touch and his cock. It has been such a long time since you last had him and you didn’t want anyone else, nobody could compare so your body was extra sensitive. You back your ass to him and moan audibly, just to feel him grow by your ear squeezing your breasts.

“Get inside me, I don’t care where.” You breathe out and that’s all he ever needed to hear. With another growl, he turns you around and wraps your body close to his. No inch could be close enough. He is pulling your lips again, kissing so hungrily, while his hands begin to come to your front, rubbing your pussy over your thin bikini.

“Whore.” He chuckles against the kiss and then quickly pulls his cock from his trunks. He lets it sit like that between your stomachs and you are glancing down from his lips to look at it. God, you have missed him, you have missed it when he split you open and had your way with you. That is why you left as you did. If you had stayed he would just have fucked you right back to consciousness. Your brain is all fuzzy and you would have forgotten anything and everything.

“Touch it.” He commands, his lips hanging open and with trembling hands you touch the tip, making him hiss. It was the first time you did anything like that in the water, you didn’t know about him and you didn’t need to know. Your one hand wraps around his length and you forget how heavy he feels, how big he is, even in the ocean and you drew your eyebrows together ready to plead. You needed this, you had missed it, there isn’t much else to it. Conversations and open spaces are damned.

“Please, fuck me, Marc, use me.” His eyes as if possible grow darker and he begins to move his hips against your hand.

“A desperate cock slut.” He shakes his head slowly. “Is that what you are, baby?”

Your pussy is clenching now and you squeeze his length on your palm. You couldn’t stand his dirty talk, the way he degraded you and humiliated you till he fucked you. He was cocky because he knew the kind of effect he had on you. And he was ready to milk it for all its worth.

“Yes. I am your little cock slut, use me. Please, daddy.” There comes your favorite word, the one you had missed the most. It all comes so easily for you, to become a mess just for him to plead him just to have him. This is all he needed to hear and a smirk appears in the curls of his lips.

“I like it when you call me daddy.” His voice is soft like velvet.

“Look me in the eyes and beg me.” He continues, harsh and rough per usual.

You lift up your eyes to look at him and just as you do that, he lands a spit right onto your mouth. You whimper at the humiliation but with his expression staying strict, he pulls your bikini bottoms a little down and slips a finger inside your folds. The moan that escapes your lips since nobody else has touched you since makes you lose his cock from your grip.

“Can’t even do two things at the same time. What a stupid slut.” He sounds angry and irritated with you and your incompetency and once he removes his finger, he crushes your lips again. He keeps your moan muffled when he enters you again with two curled fingers, preparing you for his thick cock. He twirls and twists them around, scissoring, shallowing each of your moans. You are thankful he can keep you quiet because you know the minute you will feel his cock, half the town will be able to hear you.

“Keep fucking quiet, whore.” He warns you pulling from his lips and with the help of his hand, he lines up the cock to your entrance, pushing the tip inside. You are holding his biceps tight, biting down your lips to stop you from screaming and you are grateful for the water alleviating you for him. You feel stretched, you feel open, your pussy is already clenching for him and the way he is looking at you makes you even weaker.

“Hey, hey, I got you. You can take it all. Daddy’s got you.” And with that sweet words, you ease yourself on him and let him push his cock inside you inch by inch, slowly and sensually.

“So tight. My pretty girl keeps her pussy so tight for her daddy.”

“Yes, daddy, just for you.” You plead and swallow hard. You know you won’t be able to feel him all the way inside you right now, so you can just hold on to him and wrap your legs around his waist, easing his path. He slowly begins to move his hips against your frame, never losing eye contact, reminding you to keep quiet. You won’t last long, you have no idea for him. But you oh so desperately wanna make it last forever.

“You are doing so good for me, love. If you wanna cum, you can. I can help you.” Your pussy is clenching on his cock, wanting to devour it all.

“Daddy, hold me.” You plead and Marc nods his head and that’s when your orgasm hits you and you let go, soaking his cock in your juices. Marc watches your face, your mouth hanging open, your muffled moans as you try to bite yourself not to scream, the way your face concentrates and he feels proud. Pride that he has found you again.

“Good girl. Real good girl.” He smiles and he looks so pretty under the sun.

“Just hold on to daddy because daddy is next, alright?” You nod your head.

“Use me, daddy.” And so he does, he moves his hips fast, water splashing next to you and if someone didn’t know what you were doing by then, they for sure know now.

You can feel him, spasm his body, coming undone, his mouth hanging open, no sound escaping it. He freezes his whole body while you feel that certain warmth hitting your velvet walls, and you pray you can keep it inside you forever.

“Such a good pussy.” He whispers, his eyes shut and you can feel a little less hard inside you.

“Just for daddy.”

“Good girl.”

You stay like this for a while, holding on to your arms feeling him, embracing him, you come closer wrapping your hands around his neck, and bury your face in his chest. You weren’t in the mood to make decisions right now or have serious conversations. You just needed to leave here soon enough to get fucked properly on a flat surface. Masterfully he pulls his cock from your pussy and tugs your bikini back. Does the same to himself with the softest touch.

“Thank you.” You chuckle holding to him, your body feeling weak, the water ever so warm around you.

“Looks like you need a proper swim.” He chuckles back looking at your ruined body.

“And a second proper fuck.” His voice is ever so commanding that it makes your sensitive pussy clench once more. He doesn’t leave you much room to think though, he instead wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up leading you out of the water. Your wrap your hands around his neck, a satisfied smile on your face, your breath still heavy. You don’t know if his erection was still visible but there were some eyes on him once you reached the shore. He places you gently on top of the towel and helps your dry off with the second one on your bag, pressing it much longer in the places he liked the most. His eyes were always intense on you. You knew very well he didn’t have enough and he prayed for privacy.

He was hungry. For you and only you.

The dark-haired man helps you get dressed, and even wraps your hair for you. Then together you get up collecting your things and possessively he grabs your hand, sinks his fingers in yours, and holds you in the tightest grip you know. The pathway is narrow and not too far long. He leads you to his motorcycle, placing a second helmet that he oh so happened to have on your head carefully.

“You are really full of yourself.” You chuckle shaking your head, knowing very well that will only make him cockier.

“I can only hope and be prepared for my love.” Marc did love his big words, that was for sure. You didn’t have more time to process things, you watched him as he put on his helmet and beckoned you to sit in the front. Placing the bag between your legs, you feel him wrap his body around yours, pressing his arms on your sides to take control of the motorcycle. You could feel him, still hard-pressed behind your back and that’s why he wanted you to be in the front. He places his chin on top of your shoulder and revved the engine. The heat of the summer midday mixed with his intense erotism is enough to make your body sweaty once more.

After a couple of minutes on the road, he lets one arm hook on your barely clothed breast squeezing it tight. You were always his, and he needed everyone to know. You place your own hands on the handles, letting him touch the other one as well. The scene made your legs tremble, you wanted everyone to know that you were not after all anything more than his. His plaything.

A couple more minutes pass and he leads you to the hotel he has been staying in. About three minutes away from your place, not bad. You honestly thought he had found an apartment right in your complex.

Marc then helps you off the bike, kissing your face when he takes off the helmet and the possessive grip on your hand returns. He leads you to the elevator where he spends the short ride staring at you intensely and shallowing. But once you reach for his door, he unlocks it with the electronic card and then pins you right behind the door, the bag falling off your hands. He bites and kissed your neck hungrily, loving knowing that now he could mark you up right whatever way he wanted.

Then he has his way with you right behind the door, and then on the bed and then on the bathroom counter where he promises he will let you shower in peace. Only to have your legs around his shoulders eating you out pressed under the shower head. Finally, he lets you shower, going to sit on the bed by himself. Any minute you expect him to come through the door and pin you against the wall but no, he gives you ten minutes of freedom. Once you are done, you dry with a towel and choose to remain naked for him. Truly no need for clothes.

“I’m done.” You proclaim in a singing voice before falling onto the bed next to him.

“You’re mine.” He says authoritative tightening his grip on you.

“All yours.” You respond and look at him.

“No more games. No more running away.” His response is stern, a very cold expression on his face. That was the Marc you knew. But it was time you set your own boundaries, in order to move forward.

“No more lies.”

“No more tears.”

“No more hiding things.”

You nod your head, a small tear forming in the corner of your eye.

“No more jealousy.” You plead, looking at him, and push your lips together in protest.

“Is hard to make promises I won’t keep.”

“Promise me.” You whisper. “Please. If you believe that our love is holy and worthy.”

Marc scrunches his nose and all he does is kiss the temple of your head repeatedly. It was hard to change, it was harder to stay if he didn’t change his ways.

Maybe this winter will treat you kindly.

Maybe next summer would find you in Cyprus.

Maybe two weeks from now you would be packing your things and leaving once again.

It was all up to Marc, evidently.

For now, you curled up to his hairy chest, wrapping your legs on his back, and shut your eyes. Marc hums you a soft melody till you fall asleep. You felt safety and warmth and just a tiny bit of fear for the future. Marc sighs and spends his time watching you sleep inside his embrace breathing in and out, he doesn’t want to lose you.

He is going to learn to become a better man.

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almiradevelopments22 · 1 year

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marketinghup · 7 months

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#Dijar New Cairo Compound #reedy group developments #Dijar Compound #dijar reedy New Cairo #DIJAR reedy compound #apartments #DIJAR Compound #DIJAR new cairo #DIJAR New Cairo offers #DIJAR Reedy Location #Reedy Group #Villas

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powerrealestate · 14 days

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يعد صرحا مختلف في عالم العقارات, وقد لفتت انتباه الجميع منذ الإعلان الأول التي طرحته الشركة المالكة للمشروع, حيث تحتل هذه القرية موقع متميز في خليج رأس الحكمة.

منتجع يتألق بالفخامة حيث يمكنك الإنسجام بأجواء الأستمتاع والألعاب المائية والبحر الهادي علي مدار العام ,حيث يتميز بالتصميم العصري المتألق.

يتميز منتجع كالي كوست الساحل الشمالي بتصميماته الفريدة, فيقدم مساحات متنوعة لتناسب جميع الأحتياجات التي يبحث عنها العملاء, بالإضافة إلي توفير أسعار مناسبة للجميع .

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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My Best Friend (23)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: kissing, fluff, none?]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond and Y/N ate sandwiches in silence, watching the history program that was on TV. It concerned new discoveries in ancient Egypt, specialists commented on burial chambers in pyramids previously unknown. It turned out that both he and she were interested in such things.

Aemond admitted to her that most of the books he had in his apartment were about historical and philosophical topics from different periods. As it turned out, reading these types of books was his hobby, often consuming them on lonely evenings.

Aemond was pleased to see that Y/N was as engrossed in the subject as he was. She listened to the lectures of the Cairo professors with such interest as she devoured her sandwich that he felt as if she had forgotten him. He smiled to himself at that thought.

He liked her for not cornering him. When he needed it, she showed him her unlimited interest, tenderness and attention. But when they just sat together, she was able to find other things to do, allowing him some time to himself as well.

They spent the morning pleasantly and peacefully. They didn't rush anything. The thought of spending a few days together made them both feel calmer - they felt that they would have enough time to themselves. Y/N was secretly surprised at how suddenly he opened up to her.

Even though she knew how he had distanced himself from women so far, she was happy that he really got involved in their relationship. It's as if he's come to terms with the fact that he can be with someone and not feel like a prisoner at the same time.

As promised, Aemond drove her to class. They talked about antiquity on the way. Y/N told him about the uniqueness of Greek sculptures, their perfection, and how, over the centuries, artists returned to their achievements and drew from them during the Renaissance and Enlightenment. Although he knew this theoretically, he was pleased to find that her knowledge impressed him and extended his own in some areas.

Y/N looked at him as she unbuckled her seatbelts.

"Do you want to come in with me?" She asked suddenly. He looked at her in surprise, wondering if he had misheard.

"Where?" He asked, not really understanding what she was proposing.

“Now I have practical classes in the workshop. I'm going to print my linocuts. The workshop is open practically all day, even though we have assigned hours, everyone comes there as they want. Often students bring friends from other faculties who just sit with us and watch us work. It doesn't look like a normal lecture hall." She said calmly, smiling smugly at her own idea. She wanted him to see her at work.

Aemond blinked at her proposal. He was silent for a moment, thinking deeply. It was still early, he wasn't due to arrive at the club for several hours, and there was no one there anyway. He was supposed to pick her up too, so he'd have to come back here anyway. Her proposal was very tempting for him, on the other hand, he was afraid of other people's reaction to him.

"I don't want other students to gossip about you." He said uncertainly. He knew what he looked like, he always drew attention to himself - although he hated it. Y/N blinked and laughed.

“What is there to gossip about if everything is clear?” She asked, shrugging. “Believe me, in these classes you will see people who look much more interesting than you. From rainbow hair to tattooed faces to exquisite outfits. To be honest, I and some of the other students look like sad hens among beautiful roosters.” She laughed happily.

Aemond felt defeated. Her words somehow convinced him.

"Fine."

***

The workshop that Y/N was talking about consisted of several rooms, from one to the other. The first, the most crowded, consisted of many tables around which students walked and sat. The walls were lined with large, pull-out cabinets for large-format sheets of paper. Students sat at tables, poking their chisels in their wooden and linocut stencils.

He was pleased to say that after saying hello, practically no one paid attention to him anymore. He relaxed and let her show him around, intrigued. Y/N explained to Aemond that they were cutting out what was supposed to be white on the print, and what they left would be black.

Y/N opened a locker with her name on it. She took out a black apron that hung around her neck and tied at the back above her hips, so that it covered the entire front of her clothes. She tied her hair with a rubber band in a tight bun, so that her hair wouldn't get in the way. She took out her stencil from another cupboard. It was definitely smaller than the big ones other students were working on.

"I make miniatures." She explained, walking over to him and showing him what she was going to deflect. The stencil showed a scene called the "Dance Macabre", or in other words, dance of death. Devils, witches, kings, simpletons and skeletons danced together in a circle. "It's a mirror image. In the print, everything will look the other way around. I deal with projects referring to old woodcuts, I create a whole series of such works. Come."

She said, and Aemond dutifully followed her into the next room. There were several printing presses, smaller and larger, some of which were already being worked by other students. In the center was a large table where students were rolling paint onto their stencils. Most smiled at her and greeted her.

Aemond was surprised that it seemed like most people here liked, knew, and respected her. Y/N moved around the room with complete confidence, as if she were at home. Once in a while she exchanged a few words with someone else or helped someone who was clearly a year below.

It was nice to see her in her natural habitat. Aemond felt as if he had stepped into Leonardo da Vinci's painting workshop. Everything he saw fascinated him. Y/N usually showed him her poster designs and illustrations, but he didn't know that as part of her studies, she was working on more classic techniques that he had read about in his books.

After Y/N applied paint to her stencil and pressed it on the press, she brought it to him.

"Peel off the paper and see how it turned out. You have clean hands." She said encouragingly. He nodded his head and hesitantly, gently began to peel the sheet from the stencil. He turned it over and was surprised to see that, indeed, the image was a mirror image of the matrix. It really looked like old woodcuts. Aemond watched the work curiously, but Y/N sighed.

“I put too much paint on the stencil and it spilled too much. Nevermind.” She muttered, she wipe her hands on the apron, taking the stencil, and repeated the whole process. Aemond didn't quite understand what that meant, but as she made more prints, he saw that indeed, the next ones were clearer and more detailed.

"Do you want some coffee?" She asked him suddenly. "We have an express here. You can sit at the table, you don't have to stand." She said calmly, smiling. An hour ago he would have refused, but he was surprised to find that he liked it there. He watched with interest as the other students worked as well.

A few even approached them with their work, asking everyone in the room what they thought. He was surprised at how relaxed the atmosphere was, even though everyone was working all the time. So he sat on one of the stools, and after a while Y/N brought tea for herself and coffee for him.

From time to time professors appeared in the room. They proofread and voiced their thoughts on their work, had a little laugh, and then went back to their tiny rooms, where they sat in seclusion. It ended up with Y/N taking off her apron, washing her hands, and looking at him with a smile.

"Its enough for today. We can go now." He looked at her surprised. He didn't even feel how fast time flew by. He finished his coffee and they washed their cups. He helped her clean up her work station. Y/N said goodbye to everyone and they left the room.

"Did you like it? I'm sorry, you didn't have to stay until the end." She said in a slightly apologetic tone, looking at him uncertainly. He looked at her calmly.

"It was fun there. You do very interesting things." He admitted. Y/N smiled happily at his words, delighted that he got to know a significant part of her life.

***

Aemond and Y/N went to her house to get some of her things. Klaus wasn't happy to hear that he was staying with Aemond for a few days, but he waved them off, stating that he had plenty of work to do in the coming days anyway.

On the way back, Aemond said he needed to stop by the club for a while, sign some papers and run some errands with the manager. He suggested that she wait for him inside and have a drink, then they go out to eat together. She smiled gratefully at the offer.

Aemond followed his manager to his office while Y/N sat at the bar. Aemond said she could take whatever she wanted to drink at his expense. She looked through the menu curiously, wondering what to choose. She felt someone sit down next to her, but she didn't pay any attention to it, lost in thought.

"Take vodka with lemon juice and sprite. Very refreshing.” She heard a female voice, she glanced to the side. The woman she was looking at was about 10 years older than she was, but she looked very good. Her make-up and tight dress well emphasized her qualities and great figure. Y/N smiled warmly at her.

"You say? Indeed, I haven't tried this drink yet." She said calmly, resting her chin on her hand on the bar counter.

"Twice vodka with lemon juice and sprite." The woman said to the bartender, and the bartender nodded, looking at her with a frown. Y/N noticed the look and swung around in her seat.

"Nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot of good things about you." She said with a warm looking smile. Y/N felt hot. She looked at her surprised. "Alys." The woman held out her hand in greeting. Y/N felt her throat go dry.

She hesitated for a moment, but reached out her hand to her and took her hand with a firm grip, not allowing herself to show any weakness or fear.

"Y/N."

She fell silent, looking at her, trying to keep her face calm even though her heart was pounding like crazy. She decided not to say anything more. She wasn't going to admit that Aemond had told her about her. Alys took a sip of her drink, not bothered by the silence.

“That Albert is quite a bastard. It was fun with him at first, but when I heard he pressed you against that restroom, I didn't like it anymore." She said as she took a sip of her drink, looking her up and down. "He's crazy about you, huh?" She asked, smiling from the corner of her mouth.

"Albert?" Y/N asked uncertainly and raised her eyebrows.

"Aemond."

Y/N pursed her lips as she looked into her eyes. What was she supposed to say? If she answered yes, it would only show that she hoped Aemond was crazy about her, that he was desperate - which he wasn't - even though she wanted him to love her and want her. If she answered no, it would appear that she was trying to diminish his feelings for herself by equating them with those he felt for other women—and she didn't believe that either.

"I don't know if crazy is the right word." She finally said, looking away. She could end the conversation at any time, get up and just go to Aemond, let him do the job. She had seen him talk to Kate and believed he would do the same this time, setting clear boundaries. But she felt that she didn’t want to show her any weakness. Her last days with him had given her courage and confidence.

"What else do you call sex on a park bench?" She asked amused, and Y/N turned to her quickly, her eyes filled with terror, her cheeks turning scarlet. Alys laughed.

"Don't worry. You have a good friend. Marcus, right? His men gave the photographer a good whack before he could get in the car. They destroyed his equipment. Albert was furious. The opportunity passed him by." She murmured, taking a sip of her drink, looking at her with satisfaction that she had managed to get any reaction out of her.

Y/N swallowed silently, despite her relief, still feeling the enormous tension caused by the whole situation, the fact that Albert had them followed, and that she knew about it. She thought they both owed Marcus a debt of gratitude. She lowered her hands to her knees, trying to control their tremors and pulled herself together.

"Why are you interested in me?" She finally asked, her voice more confident than before. Alys was silent for a moment, looking at her intently.

"Actually, you don't interest me. I'm just trying to figure out the situation." She smiled slightly. Y/N laughed. She was surprised by her own confidence. She decided that no one could be blackmailed or intimidated her.

"Better find out quickly, because if Aemond sees you talking to me, he won't be pleased." She said, raising her eyebrows. Alys looked at her, her words surprised her. "You know very well that he doesn't like to share what's his."

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Fix it

Summary: Of course normal household appliances break while Marc is away in Cairo. Now you're gonna have to fix them yourself.

Word count: 1,075

Warnings: An innuendo or two

A/N: This is gonna be strictly a Marc fic because I feel like we don't see him enough tbh. Enjoy :)💕

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"FUCK!"

First the shower head needed to be replaced. Then the dishwasher was clogged. Now, the kitchen sink has a fucking leak. You swore that if you had to hear the constant drip, drip, drip, one more time, you were going to loose your mind.

You really didn't want to leave all of these tasks for Marc to do when he got back from his mission with Khonshu in Cairo, and you also didn't want to pay for a plumber to come out and fix it. So naturally, you took it upon yourself to fix everything.

And everything was going fine so far. After what felt like 10 trips to the Home Depot and what probably was 200 Youtube videos, the shower head was replaced and the dishwasher was unclogged.

But then there was the sink. Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong. It was supposed to be an easy fix. All you had to do was turn off the water, loosen the packing nut, and install a new cartridge. That's all.

But no. Instead, the damn packing nut broke off because it was so rusted. Then the brand new cartridge you just bought didn't fit. And, to top it all off, you couldn't get the second to last screw to line up properly, and ended up screwing and unscrewing it about 20 times.

It was ten o'clock at night, you hadn't eaten dinner yet, and you just wanted to go to bed. But Marc was supposed to be coming home tomorrow and again, you didn't want to just leave this for him, so you did your best to power through and finish it.

Four tries later with no luck, you sunk down to the ground and let out an almost inhumane groan. At this point, you were tired, sweaty, and frustrated. And not the good kind.

As you contemplated calling one of your guy friends to come and fix the sink for you, almost as if on cue, the familiar rattle of Marc's keys unlocking the front door echoed throughout the flat.

You didn't know if you should feel relieved or anxious. On the one hand, he could fix the sink for you and you could finally eat something and go to bed. But on the other hand, you knew he would be upset that you didn't call him sooner.

And honestly, you didn't care anymore. You were fine with him lecturing you, just as long as the damn thing got fixed.

"Honey, I'm home!" Marc called out to you, smiling like an idiot because he got to use the well-known catch phrase from the cheesy 50s movies you would watch with him from time to time.

"Here." You called back to him, lazily lifting your hand up so he could find you.

Marc saw the dismantled sink with random tools scattered along the counter, and then you, sitting against a cabinet with your head leaned back, your eyes closed.

"Sooo, what have you been up to this week?" Marc asked as he lowered himself onto the floor next to you.

"Well, you know, just a few thing around the house." You said as you huffed out a laugh. "Nothing other than the usual, I suppose."

"And you usually take apart the sink at-" Marc glanced at his watch, "half past ten on a Thursday night?"

"Ohh yeah, you just don't pay attention when I do it." You said, tilting your head up towards him, grinning.

"Right, right. Well, I guess I'll leave you to it then." Marc patted your thigh, starting to stand up.

"No wait!!" You quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you. "Marc, please fix it for me! I can't get this damn screw and- and I just-" Frustrated tears started to well up at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall.

"Shh, I know, I was just kidding, baby." Marc snickered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if you really want me to fix it then you're gonna need to let go of me, huh?"

So you did. And he immediately got to work, showing you where you went wrong and how to avoid doing it again next time.

It really was a simple fix. You just didn't realign the right screw with it's matching hole.

Barely ten minutes later and the sink was leak free. The relief you felt when Marc had announced that it was fixed was indescribable. You had pulled him into a tight hug, chanting little 'thank you, thank you, thank you's in between the kisses you were littering across his lightly sunburned cheeks.

"You know.. I did tell you to call me if you had any issues.." Marc said as he gently pulled you away to look into your eyes.

Here it was.

You sighed, rubbing your hands up your face. "I know. But in my defense, I just wanted to take some of the stress off of your shoulders. I didn't want you to come home and have to fix a million things."

You watched the curls on Marc's forehead gently bounce with his head as he nodded. "I really appreciate that, but-" Marc lifted you up and over his shoulder, hugging your legs to prevent you from falling.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you. You shouldn't have to worry about that stuff." He said as he dropped you onto the living room couch.

You let out a disgruntled oof as you landed, glaring up at him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, sugar.'' Marc climbed on top of you, burying his face in between your neck and shoulder. "Come on. Did you miss me?" He mumbled.

"You know I did, dear. Always do." You replied. Raking your fingers through his tangled curls.

Marc lifted his face up and crossed his arms on your chest, resting his chin on his arms. "And you know I love you, right?" He leaned forward and gently kissed your chin.

"You know I do, Marc. And I love you, too." You placed your hands on the sides of his face, gently pulling him closer so you could kiss him.

"And is that because I'm your personal handyman or..?" Marc asked, grinning in between kisses.

"Maybe.. But you're also pretty to look at, so that helps."

Marc rolled his eyes. "Seriously though, just call me next time. I'm happy to help no matter what."

And before you could even answer, Marc leaned down and kissed you again, pressing your body against his.

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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MERCENARIES

Summary : after many years, you finally come to terms with marcs death, only to find find a familiar face on the streets

Pairings : Marc Spector x mercenary!Reader , mentions of Steven and Khonshu

A.N + Warnings : something i wrote because i love the idea of marc and a mercenary reader. I wrote this fic with as much knowledge of DID i gathered from the show and few websites. Please lmk if i write something wrong. I will remove/change it asap. I dont mean to disrespect anyone.

Divider by @firefly-graphics <33 + gifs not mine

You refused to believe that it was him standing in front of you, after all these years. Marc Spector, your partner, one of the best mercenaries you had the privilege to work with (and coincidentally the man you had a crush on) had died years ago. At least that's what you had heard and believed until now. You were broken hearted when you heard the news and went AWOL for moths. Seeing him standing in front of you made you certain that you had finally lost it.

You remembered that day clearly. You were at the small apartment you called home, calling every possible contact in your phone to get a hold of Marc. You knew he had a mission in Egypt but that was 3 months ago. Most missions only took a few weeks because no one could let their identity slip up. You fiddled with the Rubik's cube Marc bought for you when you finally landed a hold of his boss who informed you that Marc Spector had died in the sands of Egypt. The phone slipped from your hand as you tried to control the sobs that left you. You never had actually thought of the possibility of Marc dying. He was always vigilant and alert. The news of his death shattered you.

And yet, here he was, in the flesh, in front of you. You noticed that he grew out his hair and that it matched his perfectly sculpted face. You were sure you were dreaming until you heard him call out your name. All at once you felt yourself transported to the late nights the two of you would spend under the moonlight, drinking and laughing without a care in the world. You had tried to confess to him many a times but always stopped yourself, fearing he didn't like you in the same way. You snapped back to reality when you felt a warm hand touch your shoulder. You jerked away from him, anger seeping through every cell in your body. You pushed him away, causing a few of the people in the street to look at you.

"Y/N!" Marc called out. You ignored him and the tears in your eyes as you continued to walk away from him. He walked behind you, hurt by your reactions, still calling out your name.

He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into an alleyway and you almost kicked him in the face. "What is it, Spector." Your voice was laced with anger and venom. You never called him by his last name. You only did it to people you absolutely despised.

"Please. I need your help."

You simply scoffed at him and rolled your eyes. You couldn't help it. He was alive. You knew the rational reaction should've been happiness that he was in front of you. But all you could feel was hatred, hurt and betrayal. The fact that he was alive for all these years and only thought of reaching out for you, the one who helped him get up on his feet after he was discharged from the Army, when he needed some help.

"Why should I help you?" Marc looked around nervously, as if something would attack him any moment. He pulled you deeper into the alleyway and explained everything that happened after the mission in Cairo. Khonshu, the Moon Knight, Harrow, Layla and his mothers death. The mention of his wife was like a blow to your guts. Your eyes watered but you turned away, determined to not let him know just how much you were hurting.

"Khonshu has been making me do his bidding, Y/N. And now my life is bleeding in with Stevens." You knew about the medical condition Marc had. You had never actually met Steven but Marc opened up to you about himself on one night.

You sighed, still livid at the man. He had already broken your heart once. You weren't sure if you could go through the memories of him all over again. But one look at the man in front of you, you realized he was just as broken as you were, eyes heavy and glossed over, you knew you'd do everything to help him.

"What exactly do you want me to do, Marc?" He perked up a little bit when he heard his name roll out of your mouth. Oh he could kiss you for eternity. But he stopped himself, instead opting to hug you tightly. You melted into his touch and breathed in his scent. You felt safe around him, a feeling he reciprocated. He pulled back lightly.

"I need you to keep an eye out on Steven, Y/N. He works in a gift shop in a museum. Recently, I switched in the middle of a fight and he was scared shitless. I don't want him to know about Khonshu and Moon Knight. He already thinks hes going crazy and I don't want him to hurt himself. Please."

You slowly nodded your head agreeing to help the man you loved, blissfully unaware that in the course of the next few weeks, he'd manage to make you fall in love with him all over again.

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plussizefantasia · 1 year

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Thank you so much Again for all those drabbles ❤️

They Really made my Day..

And for Moon knight I can imagine Nr. 1 And 14. (Marc Spector in front)

And i sure it wont be trashy, because you dont write like that, i love your style of writing ❤️

Sending so much love and hugs And thank you Again 💋

Coming Home

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Summary: You leave Marc to keep him safe, and he comes to take you home.

Word Count: ~700

A/N: I've never written for any of the Moon Knight boys before but I actually really like how this turned out! Thanks for all the requests during this drabble marathon, I've got a few new ideas for full fics that I'd like to write and more desire to get some of my WIPs wrapped up!

He had always said you were paranoid. Coming from him though, it meant absolutely nothing to you. Marc Spector was the picture definition of paranoia and you wouldn’t be taking any shit from him on that front.

Maybe he had a point though. A deal gone wrong had put you on the first plane out of Cairo and to some random little town in the Midwest. You had used all your contacts up getting documents faked, new bank accounts anything to get you off the grid. You were good at what you did, when you didn’t want to be found you wouldn’t. But no matter how good you were Marc was better, especially when it was you on the line.

You and Marc had a complicated relationship, you loved one another that was never in question, but your astonishing commitment issues and Marc’s never-ending stream of trauma had caused issues between the two of you. You would do anything for him and vice versa but sometimes you just couldn’t stand the man. He had told you about Steven about a year into your relationship, the two of you had never met but you did everything you could to reassure Marc that it was okay, this didn't change the way you felt about him. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable and you understood that so you never pushed. But you left, you didn’t want to put either of them in danger so you packed up what you needed, left Marc a note telling him not to come looking for you, and left.

It was a random Wednesday when you woke with an intense feeling of dread in your stomach. You were tempted to pack up and move along based on that feeling alone but, something told you that that would be a bad idea, plus you didn’t have any more favors to call in.

Your feeling was proven correct when someone kicked out your door in the middle of your dinner. You immediately reached for the gun stashed under the Ikea dining set that had come with the palace and pointed it at the intruder.

It took you a moment to fully register the sight in front of you. It was Marc, but he was dressed in some ancient-looking supersuit, with a moon-shaped blade in his hand.

“How did you figure out where I live?!” You yelled at the man you hadn’t seen in months not lowering your weapon. Marc did a quick scan of your apartment and stored his blade back in his weird chest cavity thing.

“It wasn’t easy.” he tried to joke

“That’s kind of the point dick-head.” You scowled in his direction

“Why are you in the middle of nowhere anyway” he tossed back at you. Slowly making his way toward you and lowering the gun in your hand. You let him.

“I enjoy the view.” you deadpanned at him.

“Ha. Ha,” he dryly replied.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“I’m here to take you home.”

“And where is that this time” you questioned him, knowing the habit of moving around that the two of you shared.

“London, I have a place. And a fish.” You sighed deeply and made your way to the bedroom without a word.

“Where are you going?” he called after you, making no attempt to follow you.

“London apparently,” You returned with a black duffle bag full of the things you couldn’t replace. You stopped walking and faced Marc “I missed you.” You weren’t looking for a reply, you knew you wouldn’t get one.

Marc just lifted the corner of his lips into what you considered to be a smile. He leaned down and grabbed your bag in one hand, offering you the other.

Taking his hand in yours the tension in your chest eased. You might still be in danger, hunting and selling artifacts would never be a completely safe career anyway but you knew that Marc would do anything to protect you. After all, if he would follow you to the Midwest, he would follow you anywhere.

“So are we going to talk about the weird suit?” You tried.

“No.”

“Okay.”

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