#marc spector x gender neutral reader

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Moon Boys Sleeping Headcanons

Rating: PG •  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? • ko-fi •

Warnings: some fluffy fluff, mentions of reader, not beta read

Word count: 861

Steven:

I firmly believe that this man constantly moves in his sleep.

He’s rolling around all over the place.

One of those people that hold their arms/legs up in their sleep in the most uncomfortably looking positions. 

There has been more than one occasion where you wake up and see Steven sitting up in bed, fully asleep, and you have to coax him back into lying down.

He is taking up all of the space, then hardly any. 

He’s got all the covers and then none. 

Side and back sleeper, for sure. Loves to be the big or little spoon when going to bed and will twist himself into the most uncomfortable positions for himself if it means you're comfy. 

There is normally at least some part of him touching you, even if he is out of it. 

You have woken up to him holding your hand or your arm in his sleep. Or curled up into a ball and snuggled into your side. 

His feet are always warm, no matter how cold it is.

Delights in eating in bed, watching TV cuddling with you. (Will tell Marc he never eats in bed with a completely straight face.) 

Once he knows about Marc and doesn’t worry so much about sleepwalking he has the ability to fall asleep anywhere and anytime. Literally his eyes are closed and a second later it’s lights out. 

Mumbles in his sleep. It’s never actual words, just little sounds. You video him sometimes to show him in the morning. 

He laughs about it for ages. 

Remembers his dreams in vivid detail. 

Always wakes up with messy hair, no matter how hard he tries or what material his pillow is. 

Prefers to sleep in pyjamas even when it’s burning hot, because it doesn’t feel right otherwise.

Marc:

Back sleeper. Literally lays down like he’s going into his coffin, so stiff it should be uncomfortable. 

However if you’re in bed with him he will snuggle up and lay all over your chest and tummy, and please play with his hair while he goes to sleep. He needs it. 

Doesn’t talk in his sleep, but flinches and twitches. The movements are usually small, like a mini electric current runs through his nerves. 

Pulls a face at eating in bed, will get the handheld vacuum cleaner out and hoover the sheets. “Steven, why are there crumbs here?” 

“I don’t know mate, don’t ask me.” 

“They're those stupid seaweed chip things you eat, you’re the only one of us that eats them.”

“First, they're crisps Marc, say it with me crisps.”

“Steven-”

“Secondly, Jake eats them too.” 

“I know it was you Steven, you always eat in the bed-”

“I’m the only one who changes the bloody covers, aren’t I? I think I’ve earned it.”

“That’s not-”

“I changed the covers last week.” Jake chimes in. 

“You’re right, you did mate, sorry about that.” 

“No problem.” Jake gives him a mental thumbs up.

Marc is just like !!! Where is my apology for eating in the bed? !!!

However, if Marc wakes up before you he will bring you breakfast in bed and purposefully ignore Steven when he playfully calls him a hypocrite.

Sleeps in pyjamas if it’s cooler, but will also sleep naked if it’s hot. 

Falls asleep quickly and doesn’t remember his dreams at all. (He prefers it that way.)

Deep, but light sleeper. Goes into a deep sleep very quickly, but is awake and alert if something sounds ‘wrong’. You once stubbed your toe on the bathroom door and let out a little yelp and he was up and by your side before you’d even realised.

Likes to put lavender and eucalyptus sprays and oils on his pillow. 

Jake: 

Very good at sleeping sitting up and power naps, but prefers you to be laying on top of him if you're in bed. 

It makes him feel grounded to have your weight on him. If you’re happy to lay completely on him he is so content, it doesn’t matter what weight you are, he just loves wrapping his arms around you like you’re his own weighted blanket. 

You buy him a weighted blanket for a gift and he wraps himself up in it constantly. 

Often complains about the cold when sleeping, even when it’s hot his feet are still freezing. He has taken to always wearing socks in bed.

Which leads to a rather amusing sight in August when it is boiling hot, so he’s sleeping naked, but his feet are still covered in fluffy socks. 

He calls them his ‘sexy socks’, and has pairs in a variety of colours. He prefers ones that have loud patterns and colours. 

(I headcanon Jake as a kniter, so I think he would definitely make some for himself as well.) 

Doesn’t usually eat in bed, but does on occasion to affectionately annoy Marc. 

Remembers his dreams, and remembers Steven’s and Marc’s as well. 

Likes to dramatically push you into bed, and throw himself in after. 

Doesn’t move around a lot in the night, but occasionally talks. 

Never wakes up first if he can help it, usually stays asleep while Marc and Steven are up. 

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Do you think if I bought Marc fuzzy socks he’d wear them

I think Marc would LOVE fuzzy socks 😭

Here’s a little something I wrote:

Fuzzy Socks | Marc Spector x reader

Marc groaned slightly into his pillow as the sound of bird chirping woke him from his deep sleep. Your sleeping figure was curled up beside him, clinging onto his arm like it was your lifeline. You stirred slightly at the sound Marc made but he quickly shushed you gently, coaxing you back to sleep.

You had a long shift the night before and Marc slowly turned around, laying back down to stare at your sleeping face. His fingers traced the tired lines on your face and skimmed up your cheekbone, making you smile in your sleep and cuddle closer to Marc.

Marc moved his feet so that he could intertwine his legs with yours when he was suddenly aware that there was something on his feet. He blinked before ripping off his side of his covers and staring at his feet. To his utter disbelief, he found himself staring at a pair of fuzzy socks on his feet.

He stared at the sock for a while before wiggling his toes. It elicited a surprise giggle from his chest that made him clamp his hand to his mouth. He reached down to touch the fuzzy socks and smiled at its perfect softness.

He turned to grin at your sleeping figure. You must have slipped them on his feet when you came in late last night. You loved all things soft and he knew that he’s grown to love fluffy things too from you. Marc leaned back and placed the softest kiss onto your forehead before slipping out of bed in his new socks.

You awoke about an hour later to the heavenly smell of cooking and the sound of distant music. You slipped out of bed and padded your way to the kitchen, absolutely delighted by the sight that greeted you.

Your husband was dancing around the kitchen, shuffling with his new fuzzy socks and using the spatula as a makeshift microphone. Your giggle made Marc drop the spatula onto the floor but when he realized that it was just you he grinned and shouted “FUZZY SOCKS!”

It only made you laugh harder as Marc slid across the kitchen like he was auditioning for Disney on Ice and scooped you up in his arms for a tight hug.

“I take it that you like the socks?” You say into Marc’s neck before placing a soft kiss onto his jaw and brushing the back of his neck with your knuckles.

“I love them.” Marc whispered back, softly rubbing at your hip. The soft innocence of his voice made you almost want to tear up but you took a deep breath and composed yourself.

“I’m glad you do, baby.” You hugged Marc a little tighter sealing the little moment into a beautiful core memory.

A few years later…

“Now what did mommy say about wearing your fuzzy socks to school!” You run after your child, crouched low so that you could catch him by his ankles.

Suddenly, you saw your child’s feet disappear and you watch as your husband scoops him up and blinks down at you innocently, despite the mischievous grin on his face.

“Sweetheart, let him wear the socks.” Marc said as your baby cuddled close to his father, clinging onto his shirt.

“Yea sweetheart.” Your baby mimicked, making you cave at the term of endearment from your favour boys.

You faked a frown and tapped your cheek impatiently.

“Only if you gimme a kiss first.”

Your baby pouted his lips and gave you a sloppy kiss while your husband held onto your hand and followed suit.

You looked between your husband and your child, shaking your head at the fact that you gave birth to his copy. Two pairs of big and sad brown eyes stared at you, waiting for your answer.

“Fine, he can wear them.” You said, a smile cracking through your facade.

Marc grinned and kissed your forehead before carrying your baby out of the door for school.

You leaned on the kitchen counter and sighed.

“Just like your father.” You shake your head and giggled, loving every moment you make with the idiot.

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Train of thoughts

Moon boys

Y/N: I can't understand your train of thoughts.

Marc: I don't really have one.

Steven: You know those little things in westerns that people use to move on train rails when they are desperate? The one that two people drive like using a seesaw.

Marc: And they look absolutely ridiculous.

Steven: Yeah that one, that's what we have.

[lunar-soldier]

O Sol E A Lua (a moonknight x reader fanfic)

(The future chapters for this fanfic shall be posted via wattpad and AO3, but I wanted to give the tumblr people a taste of the first chapter on here!)

(Also, two things:

>I write very spaced out, mainly because it’s easier for me to process while reading. if you don’t enjoy reading fanfics in that style, this will NOT be for you

>this fanfic will include ALL alters, not just one, so keep that in mind!

Other than that, enjoy! :-) )

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You fiddled with the ring on your finger while looking out the window. The sound of chattering kids on the bus had caused you to space out, so you we're occupying yourself with your own thoughts once again. If past you had seen current you, they would be laughing at how silly your whole situation was at this moment. You, a previous military soldier, now watching over a bunch of kids on a field trip to the museum? You were definitely too overqualified for this job. However, your mother had insisted you volunteer for this to watch over your youngest sibling. You don't know if she had noticed you distancing yourself from everyone again, or if she saw this as a prime opportunity to have you and your little brother bond, but both were completely in the realm of possibility. After all, she knew how this month was hard for you.

It was the month he died.

A loud hiss snapped you out of your trance-like thoughts as you realized you had made it to your destination. Once the last kid had walked out, you quickly followed behind as you helped guide the kids up the stairs to the looming building ahead. It was huge, you had never seen a museum as expansive up close before. Hell, you hadn't seen the inside of a museum at ALL, save for watching the Night at the Museum franchise, but you highly doubted you would see any little cowboys or Roman soldiers in here. As far as you knew, this place specialized in some ancient civilization or another, but you forgot which one they-

Oh

Towering pillars with various drawings and a few ancient sarcophagus remnants hinted at the theme of the whole place. Ancient Egypt. You knew that you were going to some art museum, but it seems they currently had some Egyptian exhibit going on. Fate had some sick sense of humor, considering how his last mission was related to such ruins. And of all the months too, it had to be this one.

A sheet of ice coated over your heart as you continued through the tour with the rest of the children. It's just for an hour, you could survive this!! Adjusting your blue jean button up, you walk past a brightly lit gift shop, noticing a couple of people in your peripheral.

"...looks like another school is comin' in today! Aww, don't they look cute Donna?"

"Steve, if I wanted to spend my time at work watching some kids, I'd be a stay at home mom. Just keep tagging those plushies, please!"

You paid no mind to the conversation from the gift shop, maybe once you cleared your head you could stop by, but your main goal was to stop yourself from crying in front of everyone.

.

.

"...it is said that Hathor was not only the goddess of love, but also music!"

Ok yeah, this was getting very boring

After about 45 minutes of chatter about things that you had almost no interest about, you decided to actually take a peak at the gift shop. With no one in sight as you walked in, you wondered if everyone from earlier had went to lunch? Never the less, you gazed at all of the cheap Knick Knacks and plushies. God, these were all way too cheaply made for WAY too high a price.

Fossil digging kits, gem stone creation kits...slime kits? How is any of this actually history related?

However, one little thing did catch your eye.

It was a small pair of earrings, that had a circle with a line along the bottom, and both shapes being wrapped together with another small piece of metal.  You assumed it had to be some type of god's symbol, or even some symbol of death or whatever, but again, Egyptian mythos was NEVER one of your strong suits. You were more of a Norse and Roman mythology person yourself.

But no matter, it was cute, way too expensive, and would mark the day you actually braved through an entire exhibit that reminded you of nothing but your previous heartbreak. If that was something to even commemorate.

As you walked up to the counter, still not a soul in sight, you began fiddling with the other toys around the check out stand. One thing in particular was this wooden popping rifle, which reminded you of your old military days. you pretended to fight off swarms of enemies, popping the gun every now and again, when some footsteps from behind caused you to swing your whole body around.

Including the toy gun.

"He-OW!"

As the victim of your swing covered their now injured face, you dropped the toy to tend to their wound

"OHMYGOD I am SO sorry!-"

"Nonono! It's ok I shouldn't have scared you-"

"No I shouldn't have been playing with that stupid toy-"

"I-it's fine, really! It's just my nose, no biggie!!"

As the male figure revealed his face, you had to take a second to realize who was standing in front of you.

It was a man, who wore clothing that almost seemed too big for him, maybe hand-me-downs? He had black curly hair, much too ruffled for it to even seem slightly professional-

And the exact face of your old friend.

Too stunned to speak, you stared at the man as he awkwardly cleaned himself up as best as possible, before giving you a smile, a bandaid now covering his nose

"See? All better! Just a wee little mark, ill get by!"

This man sounded nothing like the man you knew, but had, seemingly, the same exact face? What kind of shit day is this?

"N-names Steven by the way! Friends call me Steve. Or, well, more like my boss does. Everyone else just calls me ol' Steven!"

This man was also WAY too dorky to be him too

"Hey, a-are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you, honest!"

Shaking you out of your thoughts, you give a polite smile anyway.

"Nono, your ok!! You just...look so familiar? But it's probably just my bad memory gettin' to me."

"Oh!" Steven remarked, a sigh of relief escaping him. Had he really been anxious about upsetting you, even though YOU hit HIM in the face?

"I actually get that a lot. Many people say I got the strikin' resemblance to a celebrity or two! Mainly my mum, but I still get it every now and again!"

Looking down, the man's face lit up at seeing the little trinket you had in your hands.

"OH!! You're gettin' some Shen Ring earrings?? That's actually a very fascinating symbol! In many cases it was used as a symbol of protection, so it's very fitting to wear it on some jewelry!"

This caused you to raise an eyebrow

"You actually know about this kind of stuff?"

"W-well ya! I love Ancient Egypt. I actually originally applied to be a guide through the museum's Egyptian section, However they told me the only space open was in the gift shop."

"Sooo they thought you weren't qualified?"

"I'mean, I doubt it was because of that," he clarified, clearing his throat a little. "but I wouldn't give it up for the world though! Being close to what I love makes me so happy, and I love the people who come through here!"

Seeing someone gush about something the way he was was almost adorable. Most people you've met absolutely HATE their jobs, so seeing someone so invested was almost...refreshing? Even if it wasn't something you were passionate about, It made you happy seeing someone so invested.

Running his thumb over the earrings, he then snapped himself out of his own trance

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold you up so long! Here, I'll check you out over here!"

Walking over to the counter, a familiar beep summoned the total onto the screen.

"You know, I'd actually be interested in learning about Egyptian facts."

This response from you made Steven's face beam

"Really?"

"I mean yeah. I've never met someone so invested about this stuff in person. Plus I want to go to Egypt one day-" a lie. "So maybe, you could...teach me?"

Growing a grin from ear to ear, he excitedly shook his head in agreement.

"Yeahyeah!! I-I would love that actually! I've never met someone ACTUALLY interested in learning about it, it would be such an honor!"

"Sweet! When are you usually here?"

"Oh, all the time!"

"You work...every day?"

"Oh-well-not really! I have one day usually, but it goes by so fast I can barely remember those days, so it feels like I'm here every day, haha!"

That was a really weird response, but you decide to push that worry to the side. Fuck, maybe he was just scared that his boss was around and didn't want to get fired for "gossiping" about his job.

"Well ok then! I'll come by tomorrow then. Oh, what kinda coffee do you like?"

The response took Steven back as he furiously shook his head

"Ohnono, you don't have to! I really don't need a coffee-"

"Nonsense! You're here all the time! There has to be something you like!"

He pondered the question hard.

"Well...I really enjoy a good chai latte?"

"Perfect, a Chai latte will greet you first thing tomorrow then!"

As soon as you said that, the group of kids you had walked in with began walking to the busses

"Oh shit. I gotta bounce. But hey! I'm free tomorrow, so I'll see you then!"

Steven nodded as you put the earrings in your pocket, waving you goodbye before he got startled from being yelled by his boss from the back room.

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.

What made you think this was a good idea?! You DON'T like Egypt, why would you agree to that! This was stupid, YOU are stupid!

Deep down, you knew the reason why you even decided to interact with the man. But you felt...guilty? Did he look like your old crush? Yes. Did he bring back all those old memories you thought you buried in the depths of your brain? Also yes.

But he was 100% different, you were certain. He was timid, shy, but also would not stop talking about something he was passionate about. He was never like that, for as long as you knew him.

Walking back to your apartment, you clicked on the old vintage lamp in the corner of your room, sighing before flopping onto your couch. On the coffee table, a small picture lay upside down, the back reading:

Spector and(L/N). Circa 2010

Always together, never apart

Maybe in distance, but never in heart.

"Ugh, forgot to put that cheesy shit away..."

Shoving the old picture into the side table drawer, you turned on the tv and poured yourself a strong drink.

"Things have to change, and me along with it. I can't keep being stuck like this."

You glanced at the earrings you had placed down.

"...maybe this will be for the better?"

[serenityiskey]

Prologue: No longer a man without love

(Moon system x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! This is my second attempt at a serious fanfic but this time it was with moonknight. Any ideas or even other prompts for fanfics will be greatly appreciated. I’ll try to write more tickle fics in the future, I just don’t have any inspiration as of now.))

Steven’s POV:

“Hey mum, I finally went on that date I was talking about. It didn’t go well…” I sighed as I walked down the cobblestone streets with the box of chocolates in hand. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me or even if there’s something wrong with me. It’s like I do something one moment and then I’m some where else the next. Call me when you get the chance, laters gators” I hung up and sighed as I tossed the roses in the bin and opened the door to my apartment building. I’m convinced that I didn’t stand that woman up or even plan the date! What does it matter? Its not like I’m going to find a partner anyhow. I saunter over to Gus’s fish tank and i stare at him for a moment before feeding him for the night. “Oh to be a fish in a tank, Gus, you probably have no worries other than me feeding you every day. Lucky bugger” I chuckle humorlessly and close the lid to his tank before changing into night clothes.I finally lie down on my bed after setting up my usual routine and I turn my usual podcast on and start to drift off to sleep.

Your POV:

I sigh as I push my front door behind me and put my grocery bags on the dining table to rest my arms. “Ugh, I need to change out of these scrubs” I mutter to myself as I walk to my bedroom and I pull out a t-shirt with a gold jackal head on it with some sweatpants. Today’s shift at the vet clinic was certainly an exciting one considering I delivered a litter of eight puppies and assisted with a spaying of a calico cat. Regardless of what I do at work, I always come home smelling like a zoo. Before I start to undress, my phone screen lights up with yet another voice mail from the same number. “What could you possibly have to say tonight, mystery man?” I mutter as I listen to the message and I sigh as I think of what to do “poor guy probably doesn’t get any response if he keeps calling every night.” I open up the messaging app and I start to type a formal yet still casual response.

You: hey there! I’ve been receiving your voice mails for quite some time now. Im sorry that I’m not your mother but I would still like to get to know you! You seem like an interesting person to talk with😊.

I close my phone and I sigh as I shake my head in disbelief. This is crazy, who would even think of doing this to a stranger? Probably scared the poor guy and embarrassed him. I take off my scrub pants and start to walk to the bathroom to start my shower. Who could this man possibly be? He sounds really nice given how he talks to his mother and maybe a bit of a smart one too. I groan softly as the warm water hits the spots on my back and I start to wet my hair to wash away the day’s labor. I’ll have to keep interacting with this stranger, maybe something can bloom from this. Then again, I could just be having my head in the clouds.

[sh0esuke]

" A Hero In Disguise "

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𝗔𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 : kidnapping, violence

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Je sentais quatre choses. Elles étaient très distinctes.

Premièrement, la chaise sur laquelle j'étais posée, le dossier était dur, j'avais du mal à ne pas avoir la nuque endoloris, ainsi assise, les pieds grinçaient dès que je faisais le moindre mouvement. Le bois devait être vieux, peu entretenu. La chaise était dans un état pitoyable, sûrement abandonnée depuis longtemps ou trouvée dans une décharge.

En second, c'était mes mains.

Elles étaient dans mon dos, collées contre la chaise, une longue corde les reliant. Mes poignets me brûlaient. Le morceau de corde était finement serré. Le nœud était malveillant : à chaque fois que je me risquais à me tortiller ⸺encore une fois parce que le dossier de la chaise m'était insupportable⸺ le cordage se resserrait et m'ôtait la capacité de respirer. Des micro fils titillaient ma peau, la corde elle aussi ne semblait pas en bon état. Elle grinçait.

Troisièmement, c'était cette odeur putride.

Elle m'entourait, me donnait des hauts le cœur, à base de poisson pourris et de merde ⸺littéralement, de la v��ritable merde⸺, ça m'empêchait autant de respirer que la corde enroulée autour de mes poignets. Torture aurait été le mot adéquat pour qualifier la situation. Aucun être humain ⸺certainement pas de ma trempe⸺ méritait un tel traitement.

Finalement, la dernière chose que je sentais, était le morceau de tissu qui masquait ma vue. Il n'était pas aussi épais que ça. Je voyais un peu à travers, je remarquais notamment la lampe au plafond, ses rayons me donnaient une petite idée d'où je me trouvais. Une pièce.

Je ne me sentais ni en extérieur, ni trop profondément en terre. Des voitures roulaient dehors, mais l'endroit était suffisamment clos pour qu'aucun brin d'air ne me touche. Tâter le sol me permit de sentir le béton le constituant. Ça sonnait creux. Le bruit résonna dans les quatre coins de la pièce, cela me certifiait que l'endroit était vide.

« Il y a quelqu'un ? » me risquai-je à demander, hésitante.

Ça avait été plus fort que moi. L'impression d'avoir une paire d'yeux rivée sur mes épaules me démangeait, je me devais d'y remédier. Je tournai la tête. Me fiant à mon nez, j'osai renifler. Puis, je tendis l'oreille.

Un vile relent de transpiration m'arracha une plainte. Mon visage se froissa et ma gorge s'ouvrit. Jamais de ma vie, je n'avais encontré une odeur aussi dégueulasse.

« Enfin réveillée ? »

Un souffle chaud s'échoua sur ma nuque, je sursautai en réponse et m'empressai de bouger. Je m'écartai autant que possible.

« Ne vous approchez pas ! »

Ma menace ne semblaient pas l'avoir effrayé ⸺il n'avait pas reculé⸺ il déposa ses mains sur mes bras, proche de mes épaules. Je les sentais chaudes et collantes, des mains rugueuses, des mains d'homme.

« C'est qu'on a eu du mal à te chopper, trésor. »

Sa voix était cassée, elle trahissait sa fatigue. J'aurais eu pitié de lui, si il n'y avait pas eu cet éclat malsain dans le ton de sa phrase, ni utilisé ce fichu surnom de merde.

« On a dû attendre que ce fils de chien d'héros baisse sa garde et te laisse toute seule. »

Je me figeai lorsqu'il fit référence à monsieur Knight. Son aveux me rendit fébrile, horrifiée à la simple pensée que, qui qu'ils soient, ils aient des connaissances dépassant celles du grand publique. Depuis combien de temps avaient-ils leurs yeux braqués sur moi ? Depuis quand attendaient-il leur chance ?

« Et puis il y a ton père, aussi. » rit-il. « Le détective Flint, complètement obsédée par sa gamine. »

Un de ses doigts tapota ma joue. Son toucher me répugna. Je me jetai presque dessus, me hâtant de le mordre, toutefois, il le retira de justesse, me laissant bêtement déchiqueter l'air.

« C'était un timing serré. »

L'homme retira ses mains de mon corps, je l'entendis marcher autour de moi. C'était lui, il était le responsable de cette vile odeur qui me donnait la nausée. Il puait la sueur et la viande avariée, un mélange maléfique qui faisait tourner ma tête.

« Entre Moonknight et un détective affûté, il fallait agir vite et surtout, ne pas laisser de trace. Il paraît que l'autre enflure voit des choses que les humains sont incapables de remarquer. T'y crois ça ? Quel taré. »

Je serrai les poings.

« Taisez-vous. » le coupai-je.

« Quoi, tu vas m'en empêcher ? »

« Je vous interdis de cracher sur cet homme, c'est un héros ! Vous devriez prendre vos jambes à vos cous, car il va venir ! » je m'écriai. « Et lorsqu'il sera arrivé, il sera trop tard pour demander pardon. Même implorer les Dieux ne vous sauvera pas. »

« Tu es croyante, tien ? »

« Il n'est pas question de croire. »

Il s'était stoppé sur ma droite. Par dessus mon épaule, son hésitation se fit omniprésente. Elle flottait tel un nuage de toxines.

« Il est le châtiment divin, vous devriez le savoir depuis tout ce temps. Le Chevalier de la lune. »

Il se tordit de rire avec arrogance.

« Mais bien sûr. »

Un frémissement parcourut mon dos. Tandis que mes propos affirmaient des faits irréfutables et une volonté de fer, au sein de mon cœur, un sentiment de peur effroyable me terrifia. Le vide dans mon estomac me mit mal à l'aise. Car j'avais beau m'étaler et menacer cet homme, je n'avais toujours pas la moindre idée d'où je me trouvais. J'étais retenue contre mon gré par des criminels ⸺sûrement en voulaient-ils à mon père, après toutes ces années passées à servir le gouvernement, il n'était pas surprenant de voir qu'il se fasse des ennemis⸺ et j'étais dans l'incapacité de m'en sortir seule. Je n'étais qu'une citoyenne, pas un surhomme.

J'étais familière avec l'idée que me débattre ne servirait à rien. Je n'avais pas la capacité physique et mentale pour m'échapper, l'unique chose sur laquelle je pouvais me concentrer en cet instant était les tremblements provoqués par mon sentiment d'horreur.

« Lorsqu'on te tuera, » reprit l'homme. « parce que, ouais, ma jolie, on va te buter. »

Il était réapparu devant moi.

« Je vais me faire un plaisir de le faire sous ses yeux. »

« Mon père vous en empêcher- »

« Tu sais bien que je ne parlais pas de lui. »

Évidement.

« Ça fait des mois qu'on vous observe, on sait qu'il passe régulièrement dans ton appartement de merde, juste pour s'assurer que rien ne t'es arrivé. »

Non, non.. Mon souffle se fit erratique. Je paniquais. Ces révélations me rendirent toute fébrile car elles confirmaient que j'avais bel et bien été sous surveillance depuis tout ce temps. Monsieur Moonknight m'avait répété qu'être proche de lui n'était qu'un mélange de mésaventures, avec un surplus de mort. Il avait été maudit par les Dieux. Malgré tout, j'avais pressé la chose, j'avais affirmé que nous voir ne signifiait rien. Visiblement, j'avais eu tort. Et c'était ainsi que je l'apprenais.

Je ne voulais pas mourir.

Mon heure n'était pas venue !

« Au début, j'étais surpris, il a pas l'habitude de laisser des traces derrière lui. »

Un métal froid posé contre ma tempe me sortit de mes songes. L'homme était plus proche. Il avait... Je n'arrivais pas à savoir ce que c'était, mais un couteau n'était certainement pas la réponse. Le morceau était trop épais.

« Mais au final, on a tous compris. »

Je poussai une plainte, le sentant enfoncer le canon de l'arme dans mon crâne.

« L'amour, hein ? » cracha-t-il. « Ça en fait faire des conneries. Même pour le plus crétin des héros. »

Il descendit le pistolet contre ma gorge, il le plaqua contre ma jugulaire, là où je la sentis vivement palpiter. Elle s'affola avec ardeur. Il était sur le point de tirer. Je le comprenais, c'était clair comme de l'eau de roche, il cherchait la force en lui de réprimer ce besoin bestial, mais me voir aussi esseulée et faible devait lui plaire. Il voulait appuyer sur la détente, voir ce que ça faisait de tuer quelqu'un. Sûrement ne l'avait-il jamais fait.

« T'en fais pas, ton heure- »

L'homme se fit coupé par un énorme bruit de casse. Cela s'était produit au fond de la pièce, j'entendis des blanches de bois se briser et tomber au sol. Immédiatement, l'atmosphère se solidifia. Elle s'alourdit.

« Toi... »

Je criai, sentant l'homme étrangler ma nuque contre son bras, il me plaqua contre la surface de son torse, forçant ainsi son odeur putride à entrer plus intensément en contact avec mes narines. Ma langue s'extirpa de mes lèvres, j'étais à deux doigts de régurgiter mon déjeuner. J'avais beau me débattre, taper des pieds ou faire gigoter mes poignets meurtris, cela ne servit à rien.

« Bouge pas, l'enflure. » aboya l'homme. « On sait tous les deux ici que tu tiens à ta chérie, ça serait dommage qu'il lui arrive quelque chose, n'est-ce pas ? »

« Je suis le protecteur des voyageurs de nuit. »

« Avance pas, je te dis ! Enculé ! »

Le bruit de pas persistait. C'était lui, c'était monsieur Moonknight, j'aurais reconnu cette voix au ton indifférent entre mille.

« Tu as touché à quelqu'un qui compte à mes yeux, j'espère que tu es prêt à en payer le prix. »

Le métal du canon força son chemin dans ma bouche. Un gémissement aiguë me quitta. Je m'étouffais contre le pistolet, je manquais rapidement d'air, affolée. Lui, continua d'entrer en moi. Il s'arrêta pile au bon moment. J'avais été à ça de vomir. Tout de même, il était posé profondément dans ma bouche, il touchait mon gland, se frottait contre mes murs ⸺ce qui laisserait sans surprise des marques.

« Tu veux qu'elle crève, c'est ça !? Tu tiens si peu à ta copine, le protecteur de mon cul !? »

Qu'il parte, qu'il se recule, bon sang !, qu'on l'écarte de moi. Son odeur corporelle et sa peau si sale, ce mélange me rendait hystérique. J'encrai mes talons aiguilles dans le sol et gigotai. Je me tortillai dans tous les sens. Qu'il sorte son fichu pistolet de ma bouche !

« Arrête de bouger, salope ! »

« MH-MHHH ! »

« Je t'avais prévenu. »

Un fin bruit dans l'air fila jusqu'à moi, il frôla de justesse mon oreille, en guise de sifflement, et, la seconde suivante, je sentis mon kidnappeur tomber au sol. Sa prise sur son arme disparu, je la recrachai violemment. Avec ma force restante, j'avais repoussé le canon de mes lèvres.

« Ne viens pas te plaindre après. »

Un instant de plus passé, mes liens furent défaits. Tandis que j'apportai de manière maladroite mes poignets à mes cuisses, dans le but de masser les parties heurtées, l'on toucha à mon bandeau. De fins doigts touchaient ma chevelure.

« Vous êtes venus. »

Je le pensais derrière moi, occupé à me rendre mon sens le plus primordial, cependant, lorsque je rouvris mes yeux, quelle ne fut pas ma surprise de voir monsieur Moonknight droit devant moi. Son visage masqué n'était qu'à quelques centimètres du mien, ses yeux blancs rivés dans les miens. À travers le tissu de son couvre-chef, sa respiration me parvenait.

« J'en étais persuadée. »

« C'est la première et dernière fois. »

À peine eus-je le temps de l'admirer qu'il se redressa et s'en alla, cela ne me prit point de court, il avait cette fâcheuse habitude de disparaître, aussi rapidement qu'il était arrivé, avec les mois, je m'y étais faite.

Je me propulsai hors de ma chaise ⸺oubliant au passage de la regarder afin de m'assurer qu'elle avait l'air aussi terrible qu'elle l'était lorsque j'avais été assise dessus⸺. Je pressai le pas en direction du héros masqué. Ignorant la hauteur de mes talons aiguilles, et de ma tenue peu adaptée pour les footings, je fis tout ce qui fut en mon pouvoir pour le rattraper. Cela n'était pas aussi difficile que je l'imaginais.

Monsieur Moonknight n'était pas vraiment un homme qui se fondait dans le décors, c'était à croire qu'il voulait qu'on le remarque. Habillé d'un blanc traditionnel. Il le faisait volontairement, quel être curieux...

« Attendez, vous ne pouvez pas partir comme ça ! »

Mes doigts se saisirent de son poignet.

Autour de nous, n'était que pénombre et désespoir. Je ne parvenais pas encore à savoir où nous nous trouvions, tout ce que je savais était que c'était un vieux bâtiment. Il était poussiéreux, les vitres étaient barricadées et même le sol surplombé d'une fine couche de gris. Les seules choses qui faisaient taches étaient l'une des vitres entièrement explosée sur le même étage, et Moonknight qui, grâce à la fenêtre, était joliment éclairé par les rayons lunaires. Tandis qu'il fit volte-face dans ma direction, il scintilla encore un peu plus. Je savais ce fait scientifique et explicable, j'étais tout de même incapable de m'en remettre, aveuglée par son immensité. Il me fit à présent face. Et j'en perdis mes mots.

C'était que nous étions jolis ainsi.

Il devait penser pareil.

« Merci. »

Je me saisis d'une de ses mains.

« Merci de m'avoir sauvée. Je n'ai pas douté un seul instant que vous- »

Elle reposait entre les miennes.

« Assez. »

Il tourna le dos.

« Non, ne partez pas ! »

Je me jetai sur son bras, le pressant vigoureusement contre ma poitrine et entremêlant mes doigts aux siens. Fait prisonnier, le héros fut contraint de me regarder à nouveau. Je le sentais frustré. Enragé même. Cependant, cela ne m'effraya point, ce soir, j'avais connu pire. Moonknight n'était pas le type d'homme à me faire peur, je m'en fichais éperdument qu'il soit un meurtrier, ça m'était égal que, à travers cet étage et ceux restants, reposent une panoplie de cadavres, ses victimes. Cela me rassurait plus qu'autre chose, car cela me confirmait qu'il n'était pas un héros qui remettait les choses au lendemain, qui avait trop peur de sauter le pas afin de sauver ceux le méritant réellement.

« Monsieur Knight. »

Je battis vigoureusement des cils.

« Vous êtes mes sauveurs. Vous tous. »

La fine pression qu'il exerça sur ma main me prouva que j'eus bien parlé. Je m'étais exprimée avec le cœur, le même qui avait chaviré pour ce dangereux homme camouflé de blanc. Ce même homme qui m'avait sauvé la vie.

Je nécessitais son approbation. Qu'il m'adore autant que je l'adorais, qu'il m'aime autant que je l'aimais.

« Je suis le protecteur des voyages de nuit, c'est mon travail. Je n'ai pas ma place avec- »

« S'il vous plaît. »

Monsieur Knight avait toujours été vague sur qui il était réellement. J'étais.. J'étais familière avec cette histoire de cinq personnalités ? À un certain point. Celles humaines, celles divines ⸺je ne savais jamais vraiment à qui je m'adressais lorsque nous nous parlions, j'avais donc pris cette habitude de m'adresser à tous ceux présents dans sa tête, car, qu'ils le veuillent ou non, je les aimais tous⸺, j'avais l'audace de me vanter. Monsieur Moonknight et moi partagions bien des choses. Des secrets, des choses dont nous avions décidé d'un commun d'accord d'oublier et bien d'autres.

« Vous venez de me sauver la vie, vous ne pouvez pas partir ainsi. » le suppliai-je, la voix fébrile.

J'avais froid aussi, ma peau était recouverte par de la chair de poule et j'étais toute tremblante, ça m'était insupportable. Je me focalisais sur mon contact physique avec le super-héros, ma main plaquée sur son poignet. Je m'accrochais à lui. Malgré tout, je ne pus empêcher mon corps de trembler.

« Vous êtes fantastiques. »

J'étais émerveillée par sa grandeur. Un homme si fort et brave était dressé devant moi, malgré ses antécédents et son casier judiciaire. Malgré ce que les gens disaient sur lui. Moi, je ne voyais en lui que pureté et force. Je fus incapable de détourner mon regard de son visage, le besoin de retirer son masque, de plonger mon regard dans le sien me démangea grandement, j'étais titillée rien qu'à l'idée de connaître la couleur de ses yeux. Ça serait trahir sa confiance, je m'y étais résignée et me retins donc de lui manquer autant de respect. Je ne fis que l'observer, penchée contre lui et toute tremblante, j'eus passé une poignée de secondes dans cette position, sans l'entendre parler ni sans le sentir se reculer de moi.

« Tu m'admires. » constata le héros. « Pour quelle raison ? »

Les battements de mon cœur se faisaient rapides, sa question m'avait prise par surprise.

« Moi ? »

Il ne répondit pas, me laissant le temps de réfléchir.

« Vous êtes juste... Vous êtes bons. »

Monsieur Moonknight posa son autre main sur mon épaule, le contact de son gant chaud contre ma peau glacée me força à frémir. Il sembla le remarquer puisque, sans attendre, il caressa ma peau dans de doux gestes, telle l'aiguille d'une pendule.

« Vous savez punir ceux qui le méritent, pas comme ces héros ridicules qui laissent vivre de véritables abominations. Vous ajustez la punition en fonction du crime, je trouve ça épatant. »

« Tu n'es pas effrayée ? » il me demanda ⸺il me donna plutôt l'impression de faire une observation.

Je secouai la tête.

« Non. »

Ma main libre se déposa sur son torse.

« Je vous l'ai dit. Vous êtes bons, je vous admire. Je vous aime. »

« C'est impossible. »

« Pourquoi ça ? » m'étonnai-je, intriguée. « Qui ne tomberait pas amoureuse d'un héros aussi brave et juste que vous ? »

« Foutaises. »

Il se détacha violemment de moi, se dirigea vers les escaliers. Mon cœur se serra.

« Je sais ce que vous avez fait. »

Sa main se déposait sur la rampe, il posait son pied sur la première marche, prêt à descendre la deuxième.

« Les Avengers, je veux dire. »

Il s'arrêta.

« Je sais que vous avez mis le monde en danger, et je sais que vous avez tué des gens. » déclarai-je. « C'est les deux choses qui remontent lorsqu'on parle du chevalier de la nuit. Ça, et vos petits problèmes. »

Monsieur Moonknight releva la tête.

« Mais ai-je l'air de m'en préoccuper ? »

Je trottinais jusqu'à lui, ignorant que je portais des talons aiguilles. Ils s'écrasaient contre le parquet poussiéreux, ils le faisaient grincer et bouger de manière angoissante, à croire qu'une seconde de plus passée dessus, l'étage s'effondrerait. Je courais avec mes bras relevés. J'étais pressée de le rejoindre, je désirais le faire changer d'avis. Il m'était impossible de rester sur une défaite.

Monsieur Moonknight me regardait arriver dans ma jolie robe de soie, elle dépassait mes genoux, ouverte en une fente sur ma cuisse. Elle bougeait au rythme de ma course. Mes poumons étaient écrasés par un corset ⸺il était en dessous de mes seins⸺ dont des fils entremêlés et noués au devant avaient été laissé, ainsi à choir. L'accessoire mettait ma poitrine en valeur, quelque chose déjà fait par ma robe en décolleté V, et des bretelles en guise de dernier recours afin qu'elle ne tombe pas. Le comble était que, tout comme le super-héros qui me faisait face, je n'étais habillée que de blanc, des pieds à la tête, en partant de mes chaussures, jusqu'à ma robe, mon corset et le petit bracelet autour de mon poignet. Notre esthétique était si similaire, nous étions comme les deux mêmes faces d'une pièce, faits pour être ensemble. Je n'étais pas le Yang de son Yin. Il n'y avait pas de eux et de moi, c'était nous.

« Je vous aime. »

Répéter cela me fit du bien.

C'était mettre du poids sur mes sentiments, y rajouter de la valeur.

« Je suis folle amoureuse de vous, peu importe ce que vous direz. Je m'en fiche que vous me repoussiez, je suis éperdument éprise de vous, mes sentiments ne s'en iront pas, je le refuse. »

Sachant que monsieur Moonknight avait déjà descendu une marche et que je portais des talons, je le surplombais largement une fois devant lui. Ça ne semblait pas l'importuner. Ou plutôt, il ne le montrait pas.

« Tu ne sais pas dans quoi tu t'embarques. »

« Je viens d'être enlevée, je pense avoir ma petite idée. »

J'apportai mes mains jusqu'à saisir son visage en coupe. Je l'attrapai. Cueillant son visage, je me permis de m'approcher.

« Ne me dites pas non. Pitié. »

Monsieur Moonknight attrapa mes poignets.

« Je ne peux pas dire oui pour autant. »

Je sentis mes entrailles se déchirer.

« Ne me repoussez pas. »

Désespérée, je revenais sur mes affirmations. "Je m'en fiche que vous me repoussiez" ? Connerie. J'étais incapable de passer à autre chose si il me faisait l'affront de me dire non. J'en mourrai.

« L'un d'entre-vous doit bien le vouloir, n'est-ce pas ? »

Je cherchai dans ses yeux fantomatiques une réponse. Je les regardai tour à tour, c'était si dur de savoir à quoi il pensait. Ce masque n'était pas le seul responsable, monsieur Moonknight était trop énigmatique comme personnage, l'aimer était similaire à mordre sa propre langue. C'était une affreuse erreur à laquelle il était impossible d'échapper. J'avais beau le regarder de haut, il était maître de la situation. Il me faisait chavirer. Je sombrais dans la folie. Pourquoi Diable ne voulait-il pas me répondre .

« N'est-ce pas ? » insistai-je.

Je compressai ses joues entre mes paumes.

« Nous le voulons tous. »

Je me figeais.

« Nous te désirons tous, pas une seule nuit ne s'écoule sans que le désir de te faire notre nous ronge. »

Monsieur Moonknight décrocha mes mains de lui, il instaurait une certaine distance entre nous afin de me préparer au pire.

« Mais j'ai un devoir envers Konshu. »

Non..

« J'ai une dette à rembourser, et avant que ça soit le cas, je ne serais pas apte à aimer qui que ce soit. Je ne peux pas te combler. »

Ma respiration était bloquée dans mes poumons, sa réponse venait de me broyer les intestins, ça m'en donnait la nausée.

« Qu'il s'agisse de Jake, de Marc, de Steven. » conta-t-il. « Aucun de nous ne peux t'offrir l'histoire d'amour que tu mérites. »

Ces noms m'étaient peu familiers, je ne m'en préoccupais pas.

« Mais je vous aime. »

« Et nous t'aimons en retour, tu devras te contenter de ça. »

Un sourire fleurissait sur mes lèvres. Ses mots me faisaient mal, néanmoins, apprendre que ce héros si noble partageait mes sentiments me flattait immensément. Mon cœur explosa de joie. J'en eus mal à la tête.

« Je serai la pour te venir en aide, lorsque minuit arrivera et qu'une autre vermine posera ses mains sur toi. Je le réduirai à néant. »

Il sépara ses mains des miennes pour poser les siennes sur mes épaules, il caressa ma peau nue. Encore une fois, le contact de ses gants sur mon épiderme était très agréable. Ça me rassurait. Il était proche de moi, j'étais immunisée contre les dangers du monde, ainsi dévoilée et entourée par son aura protectrice, j'étais invincible.

« Mais ces mains ne peuvent rien faire d'autre. »

Sa contradiction me fit déglutir.

« Elles ne peuvent t'aimer, elle sont dans l'incapacité de guérir, elles ne peuvent que punir. Elles sont tachées de sang, elles portent le poids de mes crimes. »

« Je les aime tout de même. »

« J'en suis conscient. »

Sur ce, monsieur Moonknight me lâcha.

« Contente toi de cette réponse. »

« Mais si j'en parlais à votre Dieu ? Pourrais-je changer les choses ? »

« Konshu ne marchande pas avec les mortels. »

Je grinçai des dents. Le super-héros se saisit d'un bâton accroché à sa cuisse et le brandit fièrement au dessus de sa tête. Du côté du rez-de-chaussée, j'entendis des voix s'élever, elles étaient nombreuses, paniquées. Monsieur Moonknight s'accrocha au plafond, son bâton s'était modifié et à l'aide de son gadget, venait de se propulser haut dans les airs.

« Drone quatre : récupération. Entre les coordonnées envoyées. Toit. »

Horrifiée, je tendis la main.

« Non, ne partez pas ! »

Monsieur Moonknight se noyait dans la pénombre, malgré sa tenue composée d'un blanc éclatant, il n'eut aucun mal à disparaître dans l'obscurité et à devenir invisible. Cela m'effraya grandement car, après nos révélations, j'avais peur que cela change quelque chose entre nous. Nos rencontres, nos discussions, nos confessions.. Tout cela faisait partie de mon quotidien. À travers ces interactions, je conservais ma santé mentale. Et si il prenait peur et me fuyait ?

« Par ici. Je l'aperçois ! »

Mes jambes me lâchèrent : je m'effondrais au sol, ma main pressée contre la rambarde.

Pur chaos.

L'on arrêtait mes kidnappeurs. Dans tous les sens, étage un, trois, six, sept, dernier, second. J'ouïs une horde de policiers menotter ces vils criminels. Les derniers parvinrent à mon étage ⸺le dernier⸺ quelques minutes plus tard, extrêmement essoufflés que c'en fut embarrassant. Je ne les regardais pas. Je ne relevais pas la tête. Où regardai-je ? Là était une intéressante question. Je n'en avais pas la réponse.

Pas même lorsque je sentis les mains aimantes de mon père me saisir et me secouer, je refusais de croiser son regard.

« Mon ange, tu vas bien ?!»

Mes poignets me faisaient un mal de chien. Monsieur Moonknight les avait agrippé sans considération, la forme des cordes qui avait précédemment été utilisée pour me retenir avait marqué ma chair. Voilà qui était embarrassant. Je n'avais plus froid à présent. Une veste était posée sur mes épaules, l'odeur était familière.

« Chérie, tu m'entends ? »

« Papa ? »

Mon père avait toujours sa veste sur ses épaules, ça n'était pas la sienne.

« Moonknight m'a sauvée, papa. »

Sa main cueillit ma joue.

« Je sais. »

Il embrassa mon front, il me chatouillait au passage avec sa moustache toute ébouriffée. Autour de nous, la vague de policiers s'activait, elle nettoyait les pièces, forçaient les vermines à dévaler les marches en direction de l'extérieur, et surtout, elle nous laissait tranquille. Je ne sentais que la présence de deux hommes, je présumais qu'ils me gardaient en sécurité.

« Tu es au courant ? »

Mon père réajustait affectueusement la position de la veste sur mes épaules.

« Qui crois-tu que j'ai appelé lorsque tu as disparu ? » marmonna-t-il. « Je savais qu'il te retrouverait. »

Mon cœur s'emballa.

« Il était là. »

C'était la sienne, c'était sa veste. Dans le désespoir du moment, trop heurtée pour m'en rendre compte, je ne l'avais pas senti ni vu déposer sa veste sur mes épaules, mais cela expliquait pourquoi son odeur m'était aussi familière. C'était la sienne.

« Je sais, mon ange. » répondit mon père. « Tu es prête à te lever ? Est-ce que tu peux marcher ? »

« Je.. Je pense. »

Mon père me présenta sa main. Je la saisis.

« Allons-y dans ce cas. »

Le sourire qu'il m'offrit me réconforta. Sans une once de regret, je posai ma main dans celle de mon père, je m'aidai en prenant appui sur lui afin de me relever sur mes talons aiguilles. Il me guida à travers les marches d'escaliers. Elles étaient interminables. Je les dévalais avec soin, le corps fragilisé et l'esprit épuisé. L'obscurité n'aidait pas. C'était à peine si je voyais où je posais le pied. Ma soirée diabolique se conclut ainsi sur cette note.

Abandonnée par l'homme de mes rêves, retrouvée par la police, j'avais frôlé et échappé à la mort pour la première fois de ma vie. Sans savoir que ça ne serait pas la dernière.

[theajinx]

I repost my DBF Marc Spector role play :)

[mouth-whore]

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₊✩‧₊˚ Tipping The Scales Pt.1 ˚₊✩‧₊

Moonknight System x Layla x Gn! (Eventual Avatar) Reader

Content & Warnings: No pronouns, no Y/N, no Smut, descriptions of typical violence, eventual polyamory, & badly written fight scenes

A short fic following the show with a reader sensitive to otherworldly beings. I wrote this because I have beef with the show's Anubis erasure. Apologies for any errors & bad writing.

Ao3 Wattpad Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Chapter 1: A Dusty Ass Bird Man Won't Leave My Neighbor Alone

For as long as you can remember you've been able to see or sense things, whatever they might be. Spirits, guides, or guardians, you thought you had seen them all by now. It had become normal. Especially since beginning at the museum. It was common to see spirits watering around the exhibits. After all, the museum did house remains, and items of all sorts, each with a story. Even during tours, you would spot at least one person with some type of attachment. Perhaps, a deceased family member, a guide, or a protective spirit. So when you met Steven Grant and sensed the entity attached to him, you figured it was something similar.

As you spent time with Steven you were able to get a better feel for the entity, it became more tangible. It felt different, off in a way you hadn't felt before with others. So you waited, maybe time would allow your ability to reveal it. The entity hadn't appeared to be hostile, at least not yet. But you got a distinct feeling that it could be very dangerous if it wished, and it felt

very, 

very, 

old. 

 And it knew! 

It knew you could sense it, and it watched you.

When you were near it you found that it would respond. It would cause small, almost gentle gusts of wind, to brush against you, or the lights to flicker. You got the odd feeling that it was curious about you. Somehow, for some reason, you had caught the attention of something very old and powerful. You weren't quite sure what that meant.

Especially now.

Because it was looking right at you.

Across the museum showroom, it perched on top of a ledge. Whatever had clouded your ability to see it before had dissipated, leaving the entity finally visible. It was frightening, and unlike anything, you had seen before. It was a tall semi-humanoid skeletal bird, wrapped in old bandages, gripping a crescent-topped staff.

It tilted its head to the side, and your stomach dropped. You felt that it was examining you. Your hands shook, and you tightened the grip on your coffee. Your eyes darted to the right, catching a glance inside the nearby gift shop. Steven was there speaking to Donna. You looked back to the entity, only to feel its presence dissipate. Whatever it was, had left you for the time being. You let out a breath.

Donna passed you as she headed out, heels clicking against the tile floor. You took this as your chance. You stepped into the gift shop. Steven was sorting through the array of trinkets at the register, his curly hair a bit disheveled, and dark circles under his lidded eyes. You smiled fondly as you noticed the quirky Hawaiian-like shirt he wore.

You liked to think you knew Steven fairly well, despite you both working in different areas of the museum, yours being the Greco-Roman exhibit. Something about Steven caught your attention when you first saw him at the museum. Maybe it was because of the strange entity that followed him, perhaps it was because you could sense death at one time had a hold on him. Either way, your curiosity got the better of you. Your observations from afar eventually turned into conversations. It was tricky at first with how easily flustered he got, but you found it charming. He was a bit clumsy, often tripping over his own feet, and had a tendency to drift off in odd places. But it quickly became obvious how fond he was of Egyptian lore, you loved how happy and animated Steven would get when he talked about it. You found him enduringly awkward and made a point to speak to him when you could. It didn't take long for a friendship to form.

His face lit up as he saw you approach the register. Your heart skipped a beat at his smile.

"Hiya!" He gave you an adorable half-wave, "What brings you in here? Thought you'd be out touring by now."

You smiled, "I had a tour canceled last minute and made a coffee run. I thought you might want a little something." Steven had told you about his insomnia weeks ago as he walked with you to your shared building. You weren't surprised. You were a bit touched though. He trusted you enough to tell you about just how serious it was. While you couldn't do much to actually help him you tried to make work a little more bearable. And while you hadn't actually ever seen him drink coffee, you knew how he took his tea. He used a sickening amount of sugar and honey and- 

"Oh! You didn't- You didn't have to do that. But I- I appreciate it, really. Thanks." 

You handed him the still-steaming cup of tea. Your fingers brushed. You tried to ignore the sudden heat rising in your face. You hoped that he didn't notice.

"I don't mind. Gives me a chance to visit my favorite gift shop-ist." You caught a sheepish smile from him as he took a sip.

Your eyes scanned the shop, looking for a conversation starter. You spotted a sarcophagus poster behind him, and your smile widened.

Bingo.

His brows furrowed and he lowered his cup as he noticed the shit-eating grin on your face.

"Oh no, don't even think about it, I know exactly what that look means-"

 "What's a mummy's favorite type of coffee?" You paused for dramatic effect. "De-coffin-ated!" You attempted to make finger guns the best you could while holding your coffee.

Silence.

"That was-" He shook his head, smiling softly, "that was terrible." 

It was. But hey, you put a bunch of effort into researching Egypt-related jokes. It may have only been for Steven, but you were going to use them, even if they were terrible.

"I know, pretty bad. It was just too good to pass up." You take a sip of your coffee, suddenly a bit shy. "I um- I never got a chance to thank you for the book. It was nice of you to do."

A few weeks back you had mentioned to Steven that you had never gotten into Egyptian mythology. You knew barely anything about it, save for your fascination with the mummification process. You couldn't help but notice how fond Steven was of it. He would light up, eyes gleaming and gesturing excitedly as he mentioned historical facts. You loved to listen to him, he made it seem so intriguing. While you hadn't had any interest in Egyptian lore before meeting Steven, you certainly did now. When you told him about your curiosity on the subject he looked at you like you had made his day. And honestly, you probably had. On your next shift, when you opened your locker, you were surprised to find a book. 

'Egyptian Mythology: Gods, Goddesses, and Lore of Ancient Egypt'

It looked well worn, and very much loved. Its pages were a bit yellowed and curved, and its spine had lines. You could easily tell this book had been read many many times. You opened the cover and saw a name scribbled into the top corner. It was Steven's. Steven was letting you borrow his book on Egyptian mythology. You flipped through the pages briefly, a colored tab grabbing your attention. You stopped, and read the note:

 'Have a feeling you'll like this one' An arrow extended from the end of the sentence to the chapter title:

'Anubis: God of Mummification and Guardian of the Dead'

After this, you quickly developed an interest in the afterlife and Anubis. A bit morbid, but both fascinating and fitting.

"O-oh! It was nothing really," He blushed, "just nice to have someone else to talk about it y'know." 

You nodded and began to fidget with your cup. "I was wondering if- you don't have to of course, but maybe you'd like to talk about it over lunch sometime or-"

"Sorry, can you give me a second?" Dylan, another tour guide, asked you. 

 "Oh! Yeah. Sure, of course." You stepped away from the register.

She turned to Steven, "Hello!"

"Hello." Steven looked a bit taken aback at her sudden appearance.

"How's the sugar trade going?" 

 "I don't know what this has to do with Egypt really." You smiled at his exasperated explanation as he fidgeted with an item." They didn't have that back then, did they? No. They liked figs and dates, and-" 

 "My next tour's here but just checking, are we still on for 7:00 tomorrow?" Your eyebrows raised. 

'Oh. ' You glanced at Steven, heart sinking. 

 "7:00 tomorrow?" 

"Best steak in town?" 

"Oh, yeah. Right. Yeah. Yeah? Okay." He laughed. "Sorry. But... What? Are you asking me out?"

She laughed, "You're funny. I'll see you then."

"Stevie," Donna suddenly reappeared, "you absolute rascal. I didn't know you had taken a crack."

"I didn't know either." He sounded genuinely shocked, if not a bit confused.

"Steven," you asked," aren't you vegan?" 

 "Yeah." 

"What in the world's a bloody vegan gonna eat in a steak house?" Donna said.

 "I don't know, Donna. Salad? Bread?"

They did have great bread…

 "Yeah, I can see why she went for it. Real catch you are." She rolled her eyes and left. 

"Well, I'm sure you'll have a great time." You smiled softly, ignoring the pit forming in your stomach. You weren't jealous, you told yourself, you weren't. Dylan was nice and super smart, they'd have a nice time. 

 Steven nodded.

You glanced at your watch."I-I got to go, my next tour is probably here. It was nice to catch up."

"Laters!" He gave a small wave, which you returned as you left the shop. As you rounded the corner your eyes widened and you had to muffle a cry. 

It was right there. 

The large bird-man stood against the wall next to you. Your heart hammered against your chest. It turned its head and you could feel his non-existent eyes on you. You should just ignore it. After all, your tour was waiting. Instead, for some reason you greeted it. 

"H-hello." Your voice shook. 

You got the distinct feeling you had surprised it. You had never tried to speak to it before. It said nothing, just nodded its head in acknowledgment. You used this as a sign to continue, walking past it quickly, eyes fixed on the tiled floor below.

 You took a breath in an attempt to settle yourself and walked toward your group. You introduced yourself and apologized for the delay.

"If you would follow me over here," You gestured with a sweeping motion, "you'll see the 'Pitsa pinakes', one the oldest known examples of panel painting in ancient Greece."

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You walked through the building entrance, carrying a few bags. Your favorite tea brand had been on sale and you may have overindulged. But, in your defense, this particular strawberry tea was horribly tricky to find now. You sighed, pressing the up button. The elevator doors opened, revealing a familiar figure curled up in the corner.

"Steven?" You blinked in surprise.

He moved the hand that had covered his mouth, blinking a few times before giving you a small pitiful wave. 

"H-hello." He muttered a bit dazed as the doors closed. 

"Are you- are you okay? What happened?" His eyes were wide and he was trembling. You wanted to ask him where on earth he had been. Maybe mention the fact that he had missed his shift for two days, had you worried sick, but this obviously wasn't the time.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine, thanks." He stood slowly, continuing to shake as he tightly gripped something to his chest. You pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"I don't want to bother you...but are you sure you're alright?" You knew Steven to be a bit jumpy, of course, but you had never seen him so terrified before. You hated seeing him this way. "I could walk with you, or just stay with you a for a bit... If you want. It would be no problem really." 

The elevator jerked suddenly, causing Steven to make a sound of surprise as it reached the floor. The doors opened and the lights flickered eerily.

"S-sorry. There was..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"Hey, its alright. Its okay. You're okay." You attempted to calm him, placing your hand on his arm. 

 "N-No. No I'm not." Steven shook his head. He looked at you, his eyes threatening to spill with tears.

"I'm not okay. I-I lose time and forget things. I go to sleep but only I'm not asleep. And the dreams- I can't tell if I'm dreaming or awake. I-I'm seeing things. And now there's this thing following me. I think- I think I'm losing it. I think I'm broken. I don't know what to do..." His voice broke, " I'm- I'm scared."

"Steven." You started softly, "I can't pretend I understand what you're going through... but you're not broken. You just need a bit of help. How about we go to my place? I'll make you some tea and you can tell me everything there if you want. Okay?"

 He blinked at you confused and a bit surprised, "Y-yeah. That'd be- that would be nice." 

"It's just down here." You adjusted your bags to one arm and took his hand with the other. You walked a few doors down the hall, pulled out your keys, and opened the door to your flat. You dropped his hand.

"Sit anywhere you'd like, tea will be just a moment."

Steven hesitated a moment before moving to the couch. He sat and began to fidget with his sleeve as he waited.

 Meanwhile, you quickly threw a kettle on the stove before sitting beside him. 

"Okay, tell me what happened, what's going on?"

 He took a breath, "I told you about the insomnia right?"

You nodded.

"Well, I- when I do sleep, I have a bit of a problem too. I sleep walk. End up in all sorts of weird places too. Used to be pretty bad but I've...I've had it under control. For a while at least. I had this crazy dream though! It felt so real. So I sit up, I have no idea where I am, and this voice keeps telling me to 'surrender the body'. I got no clue what it keeps going on about so I look around and next thing I know I'm being shot at-" Steven continues to explain this dream. It was definitely odd, and a bit disturbing. You weren't quite sure how much it had to do with him being huddled in an elevator.

The kettle screeched.

"I'm listening, one moment." You grabbed two cups and poured the tea. Three spoons of sugar, and two of honey went into Steven's tea. The man’s sweet tooth was horrid.

"Anyway, I wake up today and Gus, my fish, he's always had only one fin, right? But I wake up and see he's got two! Two! Crazy right? And I'm no expert on fish but I'm pretty sure they don't grow back fins, yeah? So I take him to the shop and I ask the lady about it. And she said that she told me yesterday that all the fish have two fins. Now I know I haven't been in there for weeks. I know I wasn't there yesterday!" Your brows furrowed at this as you stirred the ungodly amount of sugar into his cup.

"Then I look at the clock and it's six already! And that's not right 'cause I just woke up. Then I go meet Dylan and wait, and she never shows so I-"

You handed him his cup.

"Thanks. So I call her, turns out its Sunday. Our....our date was two days ago!" His voice wavers. " I think I've been- I don't know, blacking out? Loosing time? I get back to my flat, give not-Gus a few sprinkles, and drop the chocolates I got. Then I notice drag marks on the floor. And that doesn't make since. I never move that table. So I follow them, and poke around and found a loose board above me. I reach in and find a key and the phone here." He pulled the phone out of his pocket.

"I looked through it, just a bunch of missed calls from the same person. Layla. Then they call. I answer and she calls me Marc. Which is crazy right? Just like the dream! Of course I tell her I'm not him and she hangs up. Then I hear this voice telling me to stop looking, to stay away. I was sure it's was an intruder but I look in the mirror and my- my reflection shakes it's head. On. It's. Own."

He took a breath, "Then the wind started throwing stuff across my flat, and there was this awful looking t-thing chasing me and-"

Your stomach dropped. You knew instantly what he was talking about.

"Wait. Hold on." You set your tea down. In all the time you had sensed the entity you had never felt that it held any sort of aggression towards Steven. This was new, and this could be bad. "The bird-man tried to chase you?" 

 "Y-You've seen it too?" Steven looks at you, pure shock etched onto his face. 

Oops.

You didn't mean to say that, you didn't want to freak him out more.

You set your cup down and took a breath, cringing as you elaborated. "When I met you I could... sense the entity but couldn't actually see it- until recently. "

"And you've- you've never told me? Its been following me this whole time?" He looked down at his tea, hurt.

You sighed, " I wanted to. But it can be a bit hard to tell someone they have an ancient entity attached to them. It never seemed to have any ill will towards you, in fact I got the feeling it was more protective. If I'd have thought it would have threatened you I would have mentioned it. I'm sorry Steven."

He sighed. "No, its-its okay, just- its a lot. Do you-" he glanced at you, "Do you see... things like that often or..."

You nodded, looking down at your forgotten tea. "Yeah. I have... my entire life."

"So it's a bit like a 'Sixth Sense' thing is it?" He gave you a soft smile, his dark eyes glistening. You almost let out a breath of relief at this. At least he wasn't too upset with you.

"A bit, actually." You chuckled, before becoming serious again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Go on."

 "N-No its fine. It just- it chased me into the elevator. When the doors opened and you were there I thought...I thought you might have been it."

You couldn't for the life of you understand what could have happened to make the entity's behavior change so drastically. You had no idea if any protection you could offer would work against something so old.

His voice wavered when he began to speak. "But the mirror...and the dreams...I'm-I'm not sure how much I see is real anymore."

It hurt you to see him like this panicked, and scared, and that you couldn't do anything to help him. His eyes began to tear up again.

"How do I know..." He paused. "Are- are you real?" Your heart broke when he looked up at you, uncertain. You set your cup down and took his hand, beginning to caress the back with your thumb. His eyes widened a bit at your gesture.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm real." You weren't sure what to do. What if he wanted you to prove it? If his dreams or hallucinations were just as vivid as reality, you couldn't. Instead, he released a breath in relief and to your surprise let his head drop to rest on your shoulder. Your heart pounded, and you hesitated a moment before resting your head on top of his. 

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, tracing your thumb against his hand, and listening to his breathing settle. You weren't sure how else to comfort him, but you wanted to do something. You hoped your company could at least provide him some comfort.

"This was...this was nice, having someone to talk to. Feels safe" He was tired. His voice was softer and slower, and his speech was more slurred so it would have been easy to miss what he said next:

"You make me feel safe." You were a bit surprised at his comment but relieved. You were glad you could do something for him, even if it was just that. Another moment of silence passed between you. 

"I-I should go." He suddenly lifted his head and stood up, suddenly flustered. 

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" You weren't sure if it was a good idea. What if he blacked out? What if the bird-man did something to him?

"Yeah...I'll- I'll be fine." You walked him to the door, as he fidgeted nervously. "Thanks. For the- well, for everything, really."

"I'm happy to help!" You opened the door, and Steven stepped into the hallway.

"Laters!"

"Steven, wait." You ducked back into your flat and grabbed a scrap of paper. You quickly scribbled on it. "I-if you need anything, or if something happens again, just text me okay?" You nervously passed him the paper. He took it and glanced at it, eyes widening a bit.

"O-oh." He blinked, "Yeah...yeah I will, thanks... Laters gators!"

"In a while, Crocodile" You smiled fondly at him as he perked up a bit at the saying. He gave you a wave, which you returned, and walked off towards his flat.

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Little Spoon

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Summary: Marc comes to bed late.

Warnings: Fluff, Marc being a bit anxious, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 411

Marc gets into bed slowly, trying his very best to be as calm and quiet as he can. Part of him wants to just go and lay down on the sofa, to sleep there so that he doesn’t chance disturbing you. But he knows how much you’d hate it. Especially after you’d explicitly told him not to do it again after last time. 

He eases in, lifting the duvet cover as gently as he can before he sneaks into bed. He lays on his side, on the very edge of the mattress, trying to take up as little space as possible. 

For a moment, he holds his breath, freezes in place. But your breathing stays gentle and even and slowly he relaxes slightly, as much as he’ll allow himself. 

He just needed to-

Marc jumps when you move and snake your arms around him, pulling his back to your chest. 

“What you doing on the edge of the bed?” You mutter, your voice thick with sleep. 

“It’s okay baby,” he squeezes your arm gently, “Go back to sleep.”

“No,” you mumble and kiss his neck, softly coaxing him more into the middle. 

There’s a slight resistance at first, you know he’s trying not to be a hindrance. 

“Don’t make me turn the light on and force you over,” you do your best to sound as grumpy as possible despite the smile on your lips. 

Marc moves immediately, shifting closer to you and you grin. 

You snuggle into him, holding him comfortingly. His heart beats a little fast under your hands. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” He whispers. 

“Don’t be.” You yawn. “Means I get to hug you.” 

A little smile pulls at his hips.”I should be hugging you.”

“No Spector, you’re the little spoon. Deal with it.” 

He giggles gently. You know he prefers being in this position, not that he’d outrightly admit it. He likes to feel your weight on his back and arms on his chest, it makes him feel… safe. Wanted. And he doesn’t have to worry about squeezing you tightly if he has bad dreams.

Finally, he relaxes somewhat. Shuffles back against you even more. He puts one hand on his hip, his fingers flexing ever so slightly and you know what he wants before he even has to ask. 

You shift your leg onto his side and he squeezes your calf in a silent thanks before he breathes deeply and finally drifts off to sleep.

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Touch of Love (Marc Spector x reader)

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Prompt: Head or shoulder massages

A/N: Thanks for the ask, nonnie! Ew, I'm so soft for Marc it's bad. Liddle bit of hurt + comfort &lt;3

Warnings: Marc is hurt :( 

Word count: 968 words

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You were shaken awake as your boyfriend slowly pulled your arms off from around his body. The bed dipped as he sat up and let out a loud sigh, followed by a sniff.

“Marc? What’s the problem?” you slowly drag as you pull yourself out of your sleepy state to feel for his hand that was planted on the bed.

“It’s nothing, angel, go back to sleep.” Marc’s voice seemed heavier than usual, almost thick with tears and that made you shoot up with panic, your hand scrambling to find the switch to the bedside lamp.

You flung yourself out of bed and walked around it, kneeling in front of Marc. It was then when you noticed that one of his hands was tightly clutching at his shoulder and his face was stained with tears. The crease between his eyebrows seemed deeper than usual, with the way his eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes screwed shut. 

“Oh baby, what’s the matter?” you say, gently rubbing at his thigh. 

“It hurts.” Marc whispered as tears escaped his tightly shut eyes. 

Your hands quickly come up to his face to wipe away his tears as your heart broke for him. Marc never usually expresses his pain to anyone and you were pretty sure it was absolutely excruciating if he admitted it to you so quickly. His body was shaking slightly and his hand kept trying to knead a spot on his shoulder. 

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to help you alright?” you rub his arm as your other hand comes down to the edge of his sweater.

He raised his arms up as you pulled and you noticed that his left arm was raised significantly less than his right one, so your hand shot out to hold his left wrist as you navigated the sweater slowly off his frame. Marc whimpered slightly as you slowly yanked the sweater off him and you soothed him with your words of encouragement and a few kisses to his forehead. 

You hurried to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a few extra strength painkillers along with some pain ointment. You stopped at the window to glare at the moon that graced the sky, blaming it for your lovely boyfriend’s ailment. Khonshu’s ceremonial armour healed Marc from flesh wounds and cuts, but it left a dull ache that manifested to muscle pain that Marc could not help but live with. It took a toll on his body and left him feeling fatigued. You rushed to Marc’s side again and handed him the tablets, helping him drink them down with a little bit of water.

“That's it, that's good. Alright, tell me where it hurts.” you say softly, crawling onto the bed and taking a seat behind him.

“Left shoulder,” he mumbled.

“And?” Sometimes you realised that Marc needed a little bit of a push and you were there to give him your all.

“I think a muscle in my neck pulled. My head is pounding too.” he whispered and you placed a soft kiss on his neck, causing him to shiver slightly. 

You squeezed a little bit of the ointment onto the space between Marc’s shoulder and neck, slowly rubbing it down with your finger tips, not applying much pressure. 

“Marc, this is going to hurt a little, just bear with me, it’ll get better, I promise.” Marc nodded at your soft words and you sat up slightly and got to work.

You bared down your weight on your palm as you pressed into Marc’s shoulder, making him groan loudly and claw at your fingers. You persisted, ignoring Marc’s pleas to stop as you kneaded the knotted muscle, testing its tension under your fingers. You continued to press as hard as your grip strength could go until Marc groans dissipated into soft sighs. You handled his neck a little more gently, careful not to press too hard at his spine, using two knuckles to slowly ease the pain away.

“Mmm, thank you baby, you’re too good to me.” Marc mumbled and you shushed him with another kiss to his skin. 

Marc was slowly turning into putty as his state of pain altered into something more relaxing. Your touch was like morphine and he was pretty sure that you had magic fingers that knew every nook and cranny that was damaged in his body. You were now pressing spots that he was too shy to admit was hurting and he sighed in relief as you smiled knowingly. 

You had pulled him into a different position and he was now lying on his front with his head buried in the pillows as you worked your way up and down the broad plain of his back. You could visibly see him relax into your soft rhythm and could tell that the pain medications were doing their jobs. 

When you were done, you sat beside him and turned him over so that his head was on your lap. Marc’s eyes were hazily staring up at you and you bent down to kiss his nose, causing them to flutter close as you giggled delightfully. You started to draw pressured circles on the side of his temple and a loud exhale escaped Marc and you knew you hit the right spot. You alternated softly pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging his temples for a bit before burying your hands in his curls and pressing at his scalp. 

You were so focused that you only snapped out of it when you heard a soft snore emitting from Marc. You smiled happily at how peaceful his face looked and bathed in the fact that you managed to get him to fall asleep comfortably. You placed a soft kiss onto his lips and played with his hair until you yourself lost consciousness.

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A/N : These are based off of personality and guess what? I’m finally writing romantic relationship content! Yay!!! I swear I’ve only been avoiding it because my brain is not the most knowledgeable on romantic relationships SPARE ME PLEASE

STEVEN GRANT .

Although Steven does enjoy the more passionate kisses you two share, he’s such a sucker for gentle kisses or even little pecks.

He’ll give you them anytime, anywhere.

Sometimes it’ll be a silent reminder that he loves you, that he’s here for you, he thinks you look nice, etc. This man will find any and every excuse to give you a soft kiss.

His favorite place to kiss is your nose; after he does, he’ll stare right at you with those big brown eyes and give you a gentle smile. Sometimes even nuzzle against your nose with his, or butt his forehead against yours.

MARC SPECTOR .

Marc will never deny a few minutes away from a crowd or away from his phone if it means you’ll share a loving, deep kiss with him.

He’ll kiss you in different positions almost every time you kiss. On his lap, laying under him, laying on him, sitting next to him, anything.

However he’s very fond of having you sit on his thighs or in his lap. He loves being close when you two kiss.

There won’t be a single time where he doesn’t wrap his arms up under yours to pull you flush against him. He might wrap his arms around your waist and have his hand rest on the small of your back so he can push you closer.

He will do anything you think of, or he thinks of himself, to make you invade his personal space to the furthest extent. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you and showing you all his love for you just with his lips.

JAKE .

Jake loves to give you hickeys and kiss you as a “surprise gift” while you do something.

His target is usually your neck or shoulders, but depending on how you’re sitting or standing, he won’t hesitate to give you a good, deep kiss.

As an example, if you’re cooking, he’ll do the generic move of wrapping his arms around you from behind.

If you’re reading, he’ll pull the book out of your hand or push your hands down so he can get to your face.

But… he loves to add his own touch.

He might tell you that you smell good, that he loves the way your skin feels against his lips, maybe even mutter something in Spanish too quiet for you to hear.

He can get a bit handsy as well, but nothing too suggestive. The most he’ll do when he gives you surprise kisses is squeeze your thighs, waist, or hips.

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Moon boys when you’re on your period!

pairing(s) gn!reader x steven grant, gn!reader x marc spector

warnings just fluff and comfort. mentions of everything a period entails.

a/n i didn’t write for Jake purely because i don’t know spanish and it’s 2am, this took a lot longer than i thought it would and it would take even more time to translate words into spanish to write his pov, BUT if you do want me to do a jake pov let me know and i will! when you know- it’s not the middle of the night :)

Steven

Steven was awoken by you stirring in your sleep, he leaned over to check the time on his phone, 4:14am. He didn’t want to wake you, knowing full well someone shaking you awake when you’re having a nightmare is not a pleasant experience nor does it make it any less scary.

He decided to take a gentle approach, without touching you he just started saying your name in a gentle tone.

Y/n”

“Y/n wake up love, it’s me, steven.” He saw your eyes stirring and continued to softly speak. “Love, you’re okay, you’re safe” Your eyes fluttered open “Steven?” He gently caressed your arm “I think you were having a nightmare” You looked perplexed, as if you didn’t recall a nightmare. “I don’t think I- OW, UGH” You started wincing all of a sudden, Steven’s eyebrow raised “Y/N? What’s wrong?!” A trace of concern in his voice.

“CRAMPS” You screeched out while balling yourself into a fetal position and taking deep breathes, “I must of been stirring because o- of my cramps” You were squeezing your eyes shut in sheer pain. “I’ll get your water bottle!” Steven rushed to get to the kitchen, but before he swiftly got out of bed he made sure to give you a kiss on your temple. He kept looking back at you while he waited for the kettle to boil, making sure you were okay despite the tremendous pain he knew you were in. Steven wished he could take it away, he’d rather have cramps then see you like this.

Steven quickly filled the bottle, wrapped a tea towel around it and made sure to grab two painkillers and some water on his way back. “Here you go, my darling” He spoke with the upmost sympathy as he placed the water bottle on your abdomen. “Thank you, my perfect boy” You replied and watched a tint of red takeover his face. “Sit up a bit for me, yeah?” You obliged and sat up as best you could while not inducing anymore pain, Steven handed you the tablets and you plopped them in your mouth. He held the glass up to your lips for you as you downed them then ever so gently pressed a loving and soft kiss that said “I’ve got you”.

Steven climbed back into bed and rubbed your back for about 45 minutes as you both waited for the meds and heat pack to kick in, and for the pain to subside. He heard your deep breathes turn into content sighs and took that as a sign that the pain was gone or at least mostly to a point where it was bearable. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, “I love you my darling, Y/n” And with that, he too drifted off into a peaceful sleep, still of course keeping an ear out for you, his person.

Marc

Marc was out getting a few food bits in, he’d left you on the sofa where you were reading a book. He wasn’t out ten minutes before he received s text. Can you buy me some pads pls? Off he went to the sanitary towel isle, little did he know just how many options there were. Between all the different brands, sizes, wings or no wings, he was out of his depth.

Which kind do you need, baby? He sent back to you, and within a few seconds you responded with a brand name and size, making his job a whole lot easier. He decided to cut his shopping trip short knowing you’d need these ASAP.

Marc arrived home and walked in to see you that you were nowhere to be seen, “IN HERE!” He followed the sound of your voice to find you in the bathroom. He handed off the pads and decided to surprise you, while you cleaned yourself up in which he had noticed you decided to go for a shower. Marc made you a hot water bottle, a cup of tea and was currently making you a plate of your favourite treats. He set them on a tray on the bed just as you stepped out the bathroom.

“Baby, how are you feeling?” His eyes showed how deeply he meant that, wanting to do everything he could to make you feel comfortable. “My cramps aren’t too bad yet, I have a little headache coming on and am craving sugar.” He could tell you were trying to downplay it, not wanting him to be too worried about you, he could see through you though.

“Oh Marc this is perfect!” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, “I was just about to say I feel like today is a bed day” You smiled, his favourite smile. He helped you settle into the bed, making sure your pillows were fluffed to your liking and set the tray over your lap and the water bottle on your abdomen. As he went to sit on the sofa you called after him “Baby? Can you stay with me? I just want to be with you” He didn’t hesitate a second and was next to you, feeding you grapes quite literally.

After a few minutes he noticed you tearing up “Marc, my sweet, perfect, most handsome boyfriend. What did I do to deserve you?” By this point tears started streaming down your cheeks. “You’re just so perfect, always making sure I feel loved and seen, listening to me ramble about things I know you don’t care about or when I come home from work and I’m in a bad mood you give me my space and don’t question it if I snap at you. I really don’t deserve you” You were in hysterics. Marc looked at you, upset that you’d ever question if you deserved him. Of course you did, you were the most amazing person he’d ever met, the most accepting, loving, caring person. You made sure him and his alters felt safe and if he was having a nightmare you were there to pull him out of it and calm him down.

He kissed your tear stained cheeks, no words spoken but the actions spoke louder, telling you that you did deserve him. Nothing was going to change that. He wrapped his arms around you and you tucked your head into his neck, after a couple minutes you’d seemed to calm down but he still held you, not letting go. Not until you wanted him to. Another 10 minutes passed and you still hadn’t peeled away, and that’s when he noticed you were asleep. Your eyelashes resting softly and your mouth parted. He kissed the top of your head and held you and never let go.

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☾My Personal Moon Knight System HCs☾

Type: fluff - small hurt comfort with Marcs'

Word Count: 1187

Notes: hello !! I didn't really proof read this so there might be some errors. im also not 100% familiar with Jake's character so he might be a little ooc and I apologize for that. I tried to keep this as gender neutral and body neutral as possible. I'm also going to try a new aesthetic for my Moon Knight stuff :)

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Steven

he walks around with dinosaur arms and only puts them down when someone points it out. but there was one time when you pointed it out and he tried to put his hands down but you stopped him, saying it was cute. that sealed the deal with him feeling 100% comfortable with you

sometimes he wakes you up in the middle of the night to ramble about a book he’s been reading 

“hey love, got a minute?” you jumped awake and hummed as he plopped down next to you, book in hand. as he began to ramble, you stayed awake for a little bit, silently listening until he felt your head slump on his shoulder. he still continued to whisper about what he learned as you softly snored, body weight almost complete dead-weighted onto his side. he’d just have to fill you in when you wake up.

if you get off work before him, you’d stop by the museum gift shop just to say hi to him. you can physically see his face brighten when you walk in. he trods over to you to say hello and you two walk around the gift shop, pretending that Steven is helping you find something. but in reality, you’re just chatting about your day and planning for dinner.

if he gets off before you, he also visits you,, or tries to. depending on where you work, it can become hard for him to go in and see you so he’ll sometimes text you that he’s outside for you to look out the window and see him OR go outside to be with him. sometimes he likes to come to your work right before you’re about to leave just so you can both walk together and take the bus back to your shared apartment.

he likes to sleep on top of you in some way. sometimes he likes to lay on top of you when you’re on your stomach and sometimes he likes to lay on your chest. he can either to half of his body laying on your or full body (he prefers full body but he doesn’t mind if you can’t handle it ! he wants his partner to be very comfortable) think of it as you being his personal teddy bear.

pls play with his hair. or just touch him in general. he would literally bend over backwards for you if you promise to comb your fingers through his hair or rub his face/back/literally anywhere on him. when you play with his hair, his grip on you gets tighter as he looks up at you with a love drunk expression. please just touch him, he’ll love you forever.

his love language is acts of service. when you’re not feeling good, mentally or physically, he’s always up and ready to help you. he makes soup for you, gets you flowers and puts them next to the bed, always watches over you and snuggles with you when asked. 

Marc

in the beginning, he’s very standoff-ish. he’s mostly just scared of getting hurt again or messing up and making you angry. but there’s one night where he catches himself feeling very vulnerable around you and ends up breaking down to you. you say nothing and just hold him for however long he needs you. that was his own “sealed the deal” with you

sometimes he has very bad nightmares or vivid flashbacks where he would jolt up and gasp really loudly. sometimes you’ll wake up and hold him close, shushing him back to sleep. you also gave him the ok to wake you up if he ever needs you during the night. he still feels guilty but you always wake up with a sympathetic smile and a warm embrace 

he falls asleep during movies, even if he picks them out. you’d be knees deep into a thriller movie and you’ll get spookie a by his head connecting with your shoulder. you laugh and wake him up if the movie is important to you or if it’s a movie you’ve both wanted to see for a while now. but most of the time, you let him sleep through the rest of the movie and fill him in on what he missed

in the beginning, he was firm on being the big spoon but as time when on, he’d start asking you to spoon him until it became your default position. he only ever becomes the big spoon when you ask him to or you had a bad day.

another touch starved alter, please touch him. he will cry. the first time you actually hugged him, he felt like he was going to sob violently. sometimes he does cry when you hug him or just hold onto him in some way. you’re so gentle to him, he’s never experienced this and wants to bathe in that feeling. please let him be selfish with your touch.

his love language is quality time. he’s attached at the hip with you. wherever you are, he’s also there. Steven and Marc switch off times when sitting in the shower with you. you’d be in the water while they sit outside and talk about either of their days. once you’re done, he gets in the shower and you go on about your day while you dry off and do your nightly routine. if you don’t have a nightly routine, you’ll just sit on the floor where he was previously.

Jake

VERY protective. once he gets to know you and gets used to your existence, as you do with his, he becomes very protective and watches over you like a hawk. if he sees any small bruise or cut on you, he’s gonna play 20 questions with you so be ready.

he likes when you rest your head on his chest or just lay on him period. it makes he feel strong and like he’s succeeding in keeping you safe and loved. he always, ALWAYS, wants you to feel safe with him and to be comfortable around him. he’s a guy with a rough shell and seeing how much Steven and Marc adore you, he wants to keep you there not just for himself but for the other two.

for any special event or holiday, he loves to get you flowers with a small little card, telling you how much he loves you. the cards are usually in Spanish! 

he’s love language is gift giving. anytime he’s out and about, he likes to buy small trinkets that remind him of you and gift them to you when he gets back. you have a whole collection of random keychains hanging on the wall and a small box filled with silly things he’s picked up for you.

yes he does the Gomez thing where he kisses up your arm.

he’s always gotta be touching you. hand around your waist, in your butt pocket, hand in hand, hand on your shoulder, hand resting on your thigh as he drives, etc etc. he will die if he can’t touch you. (pls just touch all of the alters, they’ll never leave you)