#moon knight x jewish!reader

[commander-writergirl]

Red String of Fate

Synopsis: In a world where your soulmate is picked for you with a name tattooed, you are born with the rare trait of not seeing colors until you meet yours. You never expected the universe to foresee the divided mind of your other half.

Pair: Jake Lockley x Jewish!fem!reader, Steven Grant x Jewish!Fem!reader, Marc Spector.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none (as of right now)

Word Count: 1709

Notes: This was brought on by either @softlyspector​ or @starryeyedstories​ talking about liking soulmate AUs and the idea in Judaism of the red string. And the idea that when you were a red string bracelet, it doesn’t just protect you from evil but can fall off when you have met your soulmate.

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-Twenty Years Ago-

“And remember never take it off.” I looked at my mother as she tied the thin red string around my left wrist. “It will fall off when you have found the one.”  

I looked at the string. It was red, my mother had said as much but it just looked dark grey to me. “But won’t I see color.” I looked at her. It was a rare way of finding your soulmate, not seeing colors. From what I had overheard, no one in my family had ever been born this way.

She smiled and stroked my curls back. “Then wear it for protection from evil.” She kissed my forehead before getting up and going back to her craft room.

I looked at the string again and played with the small charms on it. One a Hamsa and the other a crescent moon. I looked at the knot and noticed it was made to grow with me but not slip off.

-Fifteen Years Ago-

It’s for protection from evil.  

I sat in the hospital playing with the charms. The doctors said I was fine. A few bruises from the seatbelt and a few scraps but nothing major. But no one wanted to tell me that my mom was gone, having suffered the blunt of the pick-up ramming into the side of our car.  

Drunk Driver

Dead before EMS

I sniffled and curled up hoping my dad would get here soon.

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-Present Day-

I twisted the charms on my bracelet as I waved down a taxi. I quickly climbed in before a familiar scent caught my attention.

“Now how is it you always find your way into my taxi, carino?”  Jake’s accent was a mix of the Spanish language he cursed in and the side-effect of growing up in New York.

“I wouldn’t know Jake, maybe just luck.” I smiled sitting back. “Home please.”  

He nodded his head, and I caught a glimpse of the green in his shirt. I chewed on my lower lip. Since meeting Jake, I could make out things people had told me were green and blue. Like the trees, the grass, my favorite dress apparently was a  mix between the two called teal.  

After first meeting Jake, I stood in front of my apartment and just stared at the sky. It was a clear light blue. I found myself grabbing anything I could tell the color of and putting it at the top of my drawers; in the side of the closest I opened the most.

I called my father in tears because it was the first time, I could see the true color of my own eyes. The colors everyone complimented.

But then it came crashing down when I realized Jake had to be my soulmate. But something was wrong. I could only see blue/green colors. I couldn’t see the other 80% of the rainbow. And the thin red bracelet my mother had placed on my wrist all those years ago was still snuggly set against my skin.

“What has you thinking so hard back there?” I shook my head and looked over to see him looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I chewed on my lower lip. “Have you ever heard of someone with the color blindness, only getting part of it back when they meet their soulmate?”  

Jake blinked at me before turning his sight back on the road. “Guess that explains why you don’t have marks on you.”  

I nodded. Jake didn’t talk about what marked him for his soulmate from what I had seen of his skin, I couldn’t see a name or symbol or even a phrase for first meetings.  

Having your soulmate’s name on you was the most common. Color blindness was the rarest, so rare there was little anyone who could teach me to help me find mine.

“You know you never told me what your mark is.” I said watching as his jaw ticked.

“You’ve never asked before.” His fingers twitched and I could tell he wanted to reach for a cigarette you usually smoke.  

“Well, I’m asking now.”  

Jake shook his head and sighed, “Color blindness.”  

“So, you couldn’t tell what color the dress was the day we meet?”  

He shook his head, “And to answer your first question; no, I don’t know what it means if you only get some color back.”  

I looked back out the window. “Maybe I have more than one soulmate.” Or maybe I’m messed up from the car crash. I squeezed my eyes shut at that thought.  

“It’s a possibility.” I felt the car slow as Jake stopped in front of my building.  

“Maybe.” I went to pull out the money to pay him before he put his hand over mine.

“Don’t worry about it Carino.” The corner of his mouth ticked up.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “You are such a mensch.” I felt his eyes on me as I got out of the car and walked up the steps.

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“No Jake, there’s no possible way.” Marc said in the mindscape as Jake parked the taxi.

“Hey, how else do you want to explain us seeing green and blue shades, Spector?” Jake got out and walked towards the apartment building.  

After a few strings between contacts, Steven was able to get a research job which meant Marc and Jake got to pick home base.

Jake’s choice of New York had won.  And within the first month, he had met her.  

Curly hair and smooth skin. A smile that brought the stars for a day. And she brought him latkes over the holiday season, clocking him much easier than he clocked her.  

Steven wanted to meet her, but Jake’s protectiveness prevented it. He just didn’t know if it was to protect the system or her.  

“I think it would be quite nice to have a soulmate.” Steven mused.

Jake had to hand it to Steven, he made it seem like a dream come true. And even though Jake wasn’t as terrified or reserved as Marc, he was worried about putting her in danger.  

“No, it’s not nice. It’s a danger.” Even Jake could hear the self-doubt in Marc’s tone.  

“Doesn’t matter.” Jake said as he walked into the apartment. “No one but me, sees her.”  

Jake sighed as he took in all the green around the apartment. He truly never realized how many plants Steven had.  

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I walked down the street. Photo day was always interesting. It always amazed me how many people would pay for historical photos from New York. As I looked over the last few photos I had taken, I bumped shoulders with someone.  

“Oh, I’m so...” I looked at the person. “Sorry. Jake?”  

He looked like Jake, but he didn’t wear a flat cap or facial hair. His shoulders also seemed to curve a little.  

“oh uh...” He began to stumble over his words before looking around and pulling me away from the crowd.

“Jake, what is it?” I blinked a few times and realized the brink wall behind him was now something other than grey. When I placed my hand on his chest, I could see the red string exactly as it should be seen. “Jake?” I looked at him but found his attention had moved to the space around us.

“Bloody hell.” I stepped back from the man who looked like Jake.

“W-who are you?”  

He looked back at me and quickly took my hand. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The British accent threw me but his thumb rubbed against my hand in soothing circles.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. “Please explain.”

He nodded and gulped. “My name is Steven Grant. Jake Lockley, the man you’ve been meeting is an alter.”

I blinked at him, “You have DID.”

He tilted his head, “How..?”

“I took psychology in college, stuck with it for a while. Didn’t understand why it interested me so much.” My voice got quiet as I took in the deep red of his shirt before setting my hand against his chest. “Guess I know why now.”  

Steven set his hands over mine. “Jake is very protective, he wouldn’t let... me meet you when I first asked.”  

I could tell the ‘me’ was supposed to be plural but for now I would let it go. I smiled lightly and nodded my head. “Yea I get that vibe from him.” I giggled a little as his thumb brushed against my red thread.  

“Could I buy you tea,” Steven smiled. “Or coffee. I know American’s prefer coffee; Jake certainly makes sure I remember.”  

I couldn’t help laughing. “I would like that very much.”  

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Steven was completely different from Jake. He had thrown himself into being around me. He even took me on dates. Though Jake had started to loosen up, having me sit up front when he drove me places. Keeping his hand on my knee as he drove.  

Though I felt they were both still keeping something from me. Or someone. There were still colors I couldn’t make out, some were dull.  

It was when Jake finally invited me to their apartment that I realized there was someone else.

“So it’s not just you and Steven?” I asked looking over a notebook that had writing in it that didn’t match Steven’s clean script or Jake’s messy quick writing.  

“How long have you known?” I felt Jake behind me before his arms encircled my waist.

“Since I met Steven. He was hesitant on the ‘me’ part when he explained you didn’t want them to meet me.” I ran my finger over the writing. “He must be military. The way he writes.”

“He was, didn’t last long.” Jake’s grip tightened around me holding me against him.

“I can imagine.” I closed the journal and turned in Jake’s arms. “I would really like to meet him.”

“That last little bit of color bothering you as well?”  

I nodded my head and buried my face into his chest. “It’s so annoying.”

Jake chuckled and kissed my head. “Steven and I will talk with him later and see if we can convince him.”

“Okay.” I looked up at him, “Can I know his name?”

“Marc. Marc Spector.”

[ivystoryweaver]

Happy New Year, Jake

Happy Rosh Hashanah to the Moon Knight system

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader

Word Count: 820

Content: Fluff, slight feelings of unworthiness, mentions of food, alters mentioned, brief reference to past trauma, mentions of religion and religious practices, not beta'd

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You asked Marc and Steven if you could do this.

Celebrate something with Jake.

Marc had some happy memories of holidays - Passover meals - finding the afikomen and getting a few dollars for it. The food, the wine, the prayers, the traditions.

Hanukkah wasn't quite as big of a holiday, but there were presents and dreidel to play and latkes to eat.

There were candles to light and services to attend.

Then, one day, there was no more happiness.

Steven's memories were spotty at best, but they were happy. His heart was rooted in the traditions of those before him.

But Jake had none of this. He was a shadow - a creature of the night. He had only been in your life for less than a year.

Jake was a difficult man to get to know. He preferred to keep to himself, but he was soft for you - that, he could not fight.

You didn't want to ambush him, or even surprise him. You asked his permission.

"Could...do you think we could have a little dinner for New Year's?" You asked him one night, moonlight spilling across the bed as you drew circles on his bare chest with your fingertips.

"New Year's?" He gruffed out, confused. "In September?"

"Rosh Hashanah," you supplied. "You know...the new year. If you want. I wanted to make you dinner - just something nice."

Jake's calloused hands scratched lightly down the curve of your back. "Not sure, mi vida. Better ask - "

"I did," you interrupted. "Marc's not ready yet and Steven is okay skipping this year - at least the dinner so you and I can share it. Only if that's okay with you. It doesn't have to be anything you're uncomfortable with."

The stubble of his chin tickled the skin of your cheek as he whispered back and forth with you.

"Okay. Yeah. I...I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do, but...sure."

You were excited, having hoped Jake wouldn't turn you down.

You prepared a savory meal - doing most of the work the night before. You set an elegant yet simple table, with your best dishes, a tablecloth and your grandmother's silver.

A round challah loaf sat on her silver serving platter. You prepared apples and honey to symbolize the hope for a sweet year. You also served pomegranates and some vegetables. You made some brisket for Marc to eat later. Wine glasses and water glasses were set appropriately. You were ready.

You put the finishing touches on the table just as Jake emerged from your bedroom, straightening his tie. Jake was no stranger to wearing a tie or looking absolutely dashing at any given moment.

But this was something else. Instead of his typical leather jacket, he wore a dark suit jacket. Noticing your blatant stare, he ran a hand over the stubble of his jaw.

"I think this is like a...proper dinner," he attempted, sounding a little like Steven. "This too much?"

"Jake," you breathed, floating toward him. "You look incredible." Placing your hands on his muscled chest, you leaned in and brushed your lips tenderly over his.

"Shana Tovah," you wished him, motioning for him to have a seat at the table. But he pulled you back to his side, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

As you sat down to enjoy your holiday meal, your heart burned within your chest each time Jake seemed uncertain about what exactly to do. The last thing you wanted was make him uncomfortable, or make him somehow feel less...Jewish? Than Steven or Marc.

You only desired for him to be who he was. But you wanted him to feel a part of his history too, if he was comfortable.

"You okay?" You quietly asked, watching as he dipped his apple slice into the honey.

He paused, his warm brown eyes going wide. "Did I do something wrong? Is there like a prayer?"

"Jake, you can't do anything wrong. This is for you. Just...be with me." You reached across the table and squeezed his hand, watching as his shoulders relaxed.

"This is nice, baby," he spoke up after a few minutes. Leaning in, he made sure to catch your eye. "It's really nice. Thank you...for thinking of me."

You smiled warmly. "Of course, I'm always thinking of you."

You shared your special meal and some traditions together, feeling so warm inside and so grateful for this man of yours. When you got up from the table, he pulled you close and told you how amazing you looked.

"Gotta dress up like this again so I can take you out," he roughly whispered against your ear while holding you against him.

Easing back, you brushed your fingers along his jaw. "You mean 'take me out' a date, right? And not...your nighttime job?" You teased.

"Very funny," he mocked, scooping you up into a hug, where you stayed for a while, content in his arms.

"Happy new year, baby," he whispered, feeling like he belonged.

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Seattle: Part 2

Marc Spector X Fem!OC

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Summary: Marc gets another phone call, and this time, she might be ready to accept help.

A/N: thank you so much for all the support for his story! I decided to change it from "reader" to an OC, bc I write better this way. Everything is the same as in the original Seattle story, she's Jewish, only difference is her name is Rebecca. I decided to make things get a little worse for Rebecca and Marc, but after this chapter, now they'll start getting better.

WARNINGS!! Okay so warnings will have spoilers but I don't want to trigger anyone. So if you'd like to skip this and not have anything spoiled, just to the cut. If you need warnings, here they are. Domestic violence, sexual assault via condom tampering, pregnancy, talk of abortion, miscarriage.

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3 weeks went by without a word. Nothing. Marc didn’t dare text or call Rebecca; he knew better. That wasn’t the first late night phone call, but it was the first after a hospital visit. How can she not see it? How can she not see how much love she deserves? No one deserves what's happening to her. Hadn’t she told him the same thing?

“Marc stop, you didn’t deserve any of it.” Becca had held him, late one night, resting her head on his chest while his head laid on the duffle bag that held everything he owned. “What happened wasn’t your fault, and you know it. Your mom is batshit. No one deserves physical abuse. You were a child, a child who had to go through mourning alone.”

“I wasn’t alone.” 

Did Becca think she deserved it? Did she think she was less worthy of love than him? Why was she, who was nothing but kind and thoughtful, the exception? Can’t you just call her? Check in? What if I call and Jack answers? If she got hurt because of that… I know, I know… I just… Yeah, me too buddy.

He was startled out of his thoughts by his phone buzzing. He usually let it ring out in his pocket, choosing whether or not to call back later,, but decided to answer. When he pulled his phone out of his dark washed jeans, his heart jumped when Rebecca’s name. “Are you okay?” He answered with a start.

“Can’t I just call you?” He could hear her trying to smile, but there was a strain in her voice, and a lot of noises in the background he couldn’t distinguish.

“Are you just calling me?”

A pause… “I’m in an ambulance.”

Marc kicked the wall of the building he stood by “Fuck!” His hands found his hair, pulling at it as he tried to keep calm. “What's happening?”

“Marc-ah, I need you to focus, I’m on my way to the hospital and the EMT is kind enough to let me call you, so I need you to focus, okay?”

Marc felt more sober than he ever had in his life. “Talk to me, honey”

“I’m hyped on on adrenaline and pain right now, so maybe I’m just thinking clearly, but I need you to come get me-”

That’s how they met. Really met, anyway. They knew each other through Hebrew school, but ran in different circles. Rebecca’s family was the subject of a lot of gossip due to her dad's known affairs, and later, her mom's cancer. Marc remembers little Becca showing up on his doorstep sometime after Randell's death holding some casserole dish for him. She said she had made it herself, and by the way it tasted, that was probably true. “I thought, well, everyone brings food the week of the funeral, but I figured this way you didn’t have to worry about Shabbot. Or at least part of it.” His mom wasn’t worried about Shabbat at all, she wouldn’t worry about it again. But that shitty cassarol was the only thing he ate that weekend, his dad too drowned in grief and managing the household alone to notice there was nothing left to eat. 

“Yeah, yeah of course-”

“Marc, -oof- please shut up. I love you but everything hurts and I need you to just listen for once. I'm going to Seattle Grace Hospital, I need you to come out here and do. not. let me leave with Jack. When I come down from all this, I’m going to make excuses like I always do, and I cannot go back with him. He will fucking kill me in a few years, you know this. FUCK, that shit hurts.”

“What-” Marc stopped himself, not sure if she’s done.

“He saw I called you after I got out of the hospital. I have to go, just, can you please come? I’ll pay you back-” 

Marc hit the brick of the building with the side of his fist, which hurt significantly “Stop, you’re not paying for shit, Becca. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll take care of it. I’m going to get you out of there.”

“I love you.” Rebecca sharply sucks in your breath. “Don’t let me die in this stupid fucking city.” Her voice breaks, praying he’ll bail her out just one more time…

Marc started speed walking toward his apartment, he was getting her out. “Never, sweetheart, never. I’ll be there as soon as possible, okay?”

“I gotta go, they're hyping me up on painkillers and I’m going to stop making sense…” Her speech was already getting less than clear.

“Can you just… Can you lay the phone down by your head? So I can hear you?”

The tears were finally coming again and he quickly tried to get to his apartment to find flights. It was noon and he wondered if there would be any flights left. He heard her ask the EMT, then return to the phone. “Yeah, I can do that Marc.”

For the next few months, food around the house could be scarce. Not because of lack of money, but because of where his parent’s attention was. Wendy was out of commission. She really only went to the store for alcohol and her food. Elias had so much going on from mourning and services and bills… After a few months, he got the hang of things, but there were a fair amount of times Marc went to school without food. Of course, she noticed. She always noticed when people needed help. She’d always giving him some of her food. A piece of fruit and a twinkie. Half her sandwich and some carrots. Sometimes she would insist she wasn't hungry, and he could have all of it. Marc would usually refuse, but sometimes it had just been so long and he was so hungry… That’s why he was so protective of her. She had lost her mom the year before, was suffering on her own, but she still took him in.

“It’s gonna be okay, Beccs. I promise.”

“Sure” was all she could reply through the pain in her ribs.

Marc listened to the sounds in the ambulance 

‘Concussion’

‘Broken’

‘Burns’

Fuck, what did he do to her?

The EMT took the phone and told him she was out of it on the pain meds. She couldn’t tell him anything, but Marc knew it was a little piece of mercy to even inform him they were hanging up.

‘We’re going to Seattle buddy, buckle up.’

‘Oh bullocks, I hate grunge’ Steven jokes, trying to make Marc smile. It worked, even just a little and even for just a second.

Marc was lucky enough to find a flight leaving that night. Seattle was literally on the other side of the country from New York, and between that and the time change, Marc stepped out of the airport at 6. He had checked the visiting hours; he still had time.

They talked about everything. When you have no money, there isn't a lot else to kill time. Both of them worked as much as they could, of course, but there were still seemingly endless hours to kill. When you don’t have a house to clean or a car to fix, that frees up a lot of time. There were a lot of long, hot summer days with nothing to do. After the incident where Rebecca had passed out from the heat, Marc tried to keep her cool as much as possible. Elias had warned him that after you get heat stroke once, you get more sensitive to heat. They began spreading a lot of time at the beach, much to Marc’s constant stress. Rebecca had never asked to go to the beach, never suggested anything water related outside of the fountain parks, fully aware that Marc hadn’t swam since his brother’s death. Infact, there were multiple times she had refused to go when Marc insisted. But eventually, on a particularly hot day, she couldn’t resist.

When Marc finally saw Rebecca for the first time in years, she was barely recognizable as she slept. The nurse warned Marc that she was sleeping, but Rebecca had given a message that if a Marc Spector came, they were to let him in. She looked different. Very different. Disturbingly different. Her hair, normally medium brown and curly, was straightened and lightened to an almost caramel color. And she was thin. He could see it in her face, she’d lost weight. Growing up, Rebecca’s weight was a point of mild annoyance for her. She was always confident, always wore what she wanted, but there were always little comments she made here and there. Not something he ever saw her caring enough to do anything about. She wasn’t one to change herself in general. Marc wondered how much of these changes were Jack’s idea, or if he had simply beaten down her confidence enough that she took it upon herself.

“Marc?” Becca stirred from her nap. Recognizing her friend, her face lit up. There she was. There was the girl he knew.

Marc strode over to her side, sitting on the chair as she sat up “Hey Rivkah- no don’t sit up, rest” She didn’t listen. Never does. Marc helps prop up pillows behind her, knowing damn well he can’t argue with her. He brushed her straightened hair from her face; it was thick as ever. “You’re safe now, I’m here” He was cataloging any injuries he could find. There was the  busted lip and a bruise around her eyes, but the most disturbing was the burns on the right side of her face and neck.

She saw him eyeing her. “Marc it’s fine, don’t-”

“Stop” it came out a little more harsh than he meant it to. “Don’t start doing that-”

“I’m not doing anything-”

“You’re mitigating, you always do this you always-” Marc took a breath, dialing back his frustration. “Every time you call me, you always tell me it’s fine. But it’s not. Tell me what he did.”

Becca closed her eyes, she knew she had to honest with him. She spoke almost monotonously. “When he saw that I had called you, he confronted me. I had just boiled tea and had the water in my cup.” She opened her brown eyes, but didn’t look at him. “He threw the water in my face.”

“Fuck, Beccs…” Marc moved his hands behind the hospital bed, hiding the way his fists clenched. Never was he more thankful to Khonshu than he was right now. Jack was going to pay for this one.

“Marc, don’t. I know what you’re thinking, no Moon Knight shit.”

It was like she could read his mind… “He can’t keep getting away with it, Beccs, and you’re not staying with him.”

“It’s not that simple, Marc”

The man was too stunned to speak. “Rebecca you can’t be serious…”

Tears pricked at her eyes as she looked at him, pleading with him to understand, although she couldn't understand herself.  “He’s my husband, Marc.”

Slowly, over the rest of the summer, they made their way to the water. Temperature right off Lake Michigan was always cooler than the city was, so it already cooled them down. With baby steps, Marc slowly dipped his toes in the water, eventually allowing the water up to his waist. Marc would follow Rebecca everywhere she swam, Rebecca remained conscious in her swimming too far out, as to not make Marc go further than he was comfortable. He would never stop her from swimming, he would never stop her from doing anything… not that he could if he tried. Rebecca was always the kind of girl where if you told her she couldn’t, she would do it just to prove a point. That’s what he loved. Her ability to be unapologetically herself.

He resisted the urge to throw his hands up in frustration. “We’re Jewish! We believe in divorce! We’re not baptists!”

When she looked away from him again, glaring at the floor, he sighed, continuing. “What else. What else did he do?”

She muttered something he couldn’t quite hear.

“He broke your ribs?!” Marc felt like he could kill Jack. His rage was blinding, a white hot furry he had to try and push back. He couldn’t be freaking out right now, she needed him here.

“Bruised, Marc. Bruised them.” She turned back to him, almost glaring. “Just bruised. He said he’s going to go to therapy, and he’s going to stop drink-”

“He was here?”

She looked like she had been caught. She didn’t mean to let that slip. “Y-yeah. He’s um… he’s getting dinner right now. I was going to tell you not to come, but he…” She wished she could stop talking. Stop telling Marc everything, maybe he’d leave her be. But this was Marc, her Marc, she’d known him since pretty much as far back as she could remember. There weren't any secrets. “He took my phone.”

Marc shook his head. “No. No he’s not coming back in here, I swear to god, Beccs, he’s not touching you again.”

“Marc…” She closed her eyes, resigning herself to… something. “I’m sorry I dragged you out here-”

Before Marc could interject, Jack came in the door. He didn’t look as nervous as he should’ve been. “Marc, should’ve known you’d show up.” He was holding a bag of chinese food from down the street.

Marc instinctively stood up, placing himself between Jack and Rebecca. “When you burn my friend’s face, yeah, I’m gonna come.”

Jack slowly set down the food. “Friend, huh?” He was straightening up, almost postering. Not that he really needed to, Jack was several inches taller than Marc, but Marc was not intimidated. 

“Yeah, my friend. I need you to leave, otherwise we’re going to have a problem.” Marc took a step towards Jack, itching for a reason to hit him.

One of their favorite activities when the inseparable pair were too tired to swim was to lay in the water, the waves splashing up to cover their legs and dip under their backs. Marc had never envisioned that he would ever be comfortable like this, but he was. Perhaps it was the way she held Marc's hand. One of her hands laced with Marc’s and her other wrapped around his arm, securing him to her. They would lay like this for hours, either in silence or talking. Talking came so easy with her in a way it never was with anyone else. He supposed it was because there was nothing to hide. His brother, his mom, being homeless, the marines, mercenary, moon knight…. She had been there for all of it, in different ways. 

‘Do you want kids?’ She had asked, rather suddenly one day.

Marc thought about this, and for a long time. She held his hand for at least a minute while he considered, never pressuring him for an answer. ‘I don’t think so. I don’t think I’d be good at it.’

He felt her turn to him, frowning. He avoided her gaze. “Marc, that’s not true. You’d be an amazing dad’ she paused before answering. ‘You’re not your mom, honey’

Marc couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of him with a baby. ‘I wouldn’t know how to take care of it, honestly’ He continued to avoid looking at her. When she was in that swimsuit, he had to actively stop his eyeline from drifting down. He respected her, he loved her… but he was still 18 after all.

She had spoken so softly, he had shivered. ‘You take care of me…’

Jack laughed. He fucking laughed at Marc. “Oh yeah? You gonna take her away on your white horse, back to your shitty apartment? Gonna fix all her problems until she finally fucks you?”

“You shut the fuck up” Marc, don’t fall for it, he’s taunting you “Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” He took another step, pointing his finger at the bastard in front of him.

“You gonna raise the baby too?”

Jack’s words hung in the air and for a moment all Marc could do was stare at Jack’s smug face. Jesus… His stomach dropped as the realization kicked in. She was pregnant. She was pregnant with Jack’s baby and now she was never going to leave.

A small voice from behind him. “Jack, what are you talking about?” Rebecca looked as confused and scared as Marc did.

Marc stepped back, just enough so she could talk to him, but close enough he could still protect her.

“You’re pregnant, Becca. You hadn’t notice your period is late?”

Rebecca looked like she was still processing, still connecting the dots. “I… my period has always been unpredictable… sometimes it doesn’t come… and we use condoms…”

“You thought we used condoms. You’ve been throwing up, gaining weight”

The realization hit Becca like a brick. He had purposefully gotten her pregnant. He had violated her body to trap her in this hell of a marriage. “Get out.” Her voice was shaky, but firm. “Get the fuck out of here, Jack.” She wanted Marc’s hand, but she was frozen. “I’m leaving.”

Jack took a step forward, but stopped when Marc moved in front of Becca. He wanted to allow her the autonomy to end this herself, but Jack was not going near her. Not again. 

Jack eyed Marc up and down. “You gonna raise the baby?”

There was no hesitation. “If she decides to have it, yes.”

Jack scoffed, turning to Rebecca who looked frozen in shock, hand on her stomach. “You have an abortion, and I swear to god, I will kill you.”

Becca whimpered, looking at him in terror. “Please leave.” She turned to Marc, pleadingly. “Marc, please make him leave, please?”

Marc didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped up to Jack. “You have two choices, Jack. One, you can leave and walk away with all your bones intact, or two, I will make you leave and you’ll be lucky to walk away with your life.”

When Jack had initially entered the room, Jack thought he could take Marc, no problem. But the way the shorter man looked at him right now was fucking feral. Jack had no doubt in his mind that Marc would tear him limb from limb. Wanting to keep some semblance of control, he turned to Rebecca one last time. “I’ll see you soon, Becca” he winked, and left as Marc started walking towards him.

Marc slammed the hospital door behind Jack, rushing back to Rebecca when he heard her start to cry, pushing away every bit of anger that was threatening to blow over. He’d deal with Jack later. Right now, she needs him. Marc sat on the bed, very very carefully taking her in his arms, being mindful of her bruised ribs and the scalded skin. “Oh honey, it’s gonna be okay, metuka. I promise.”

She tried to hold him tighter but winced when she hurt her ribs. “I didn’t think I could get pregnant… my period was so irregular I… I just assumed I couldn’t… I don’t know what I’m going to do…”

‘What about you, Beccs? Any kids in your future?’ He allowed himself to look at her pretty face, her dark curls splattered in the sand.

She grinned. ‘Oh yeah. Lots of ‘em. I’m gonna break the cycle. Those little kids are going to be so fucking loved.’

‘You’ll be a great mom, Becca.’ He meant it. Marc had never met a woman who was more loving and thoughtful. There was no doubt in his mind that she’s excel as a mother.

Marc let go, not wanting to hurt her more. She was taking deep breaths, calming down. “Don’t worry about that now, okay? We’ll get to New York and get you an appointment with a doctor, see how far you are. New York’s abortion laws aren’t too bad, you have plenty of time to decide what you want to do. I promise to support whatever it is.”

She shook her head. “You don’t want a baby in your apartment, Marc”

“Beccs, don’t worry about-”

“Don’t lie to me”

“Rivkah, I swear to you that if you want the baby, I will help you.” Marc promised. Her body had already been violated in a variety of ways, the least he could do is allow her autonomy over this. “And I swear to god that if you get an abortion, he won’t touch you. Don’t let any of that affect your choice.“ He touched the side of her voice that wasn’t burned, and she closed her eyes, leaning into him. “It’s all up to you”

“All I ever wanted was to be a mom…” Her voice cracked, she was scared to death, uncertainty clouding her senses.

Marc kissed her forehead gently. “If that’s what you want, that is what you’ll be” 

That night, after Rebecca fell asleep, Marc found himself in front of her apartment, banging on the door. I don’t know if this is a good idea… Steven warned. But Marc wasn’t listening. He was going to get her necessary items, kick Jack’s ass, and go. When Jack opened the door, there was a gun in Marc’s face. This did not phase him. Marc quickly disarmed Jack, pistol whipping him before he unleashed the last several years of hatred. For every time he hurt her, violated her, insulted her, Marc laid another blow. 

Marc, that’s enough… Steven spoke softly, warning Marc before he took it too far. Breathless, Marc pulled himself off Jack’s beaten body. “Where’s her papers.” Jack carefully directed Marc to Becca’s social, birth certificate insurance card, etc, and the phone she had stolen as well. He found a few backpacks and filled them up with things she might need:  He walked by the shelf in her bedroom, spotting a small teddy bear. He couldn’t fucking beleive it.

It was the summer they were homeless, there was a fair in town and although Marc hated crowds, Rebecca was so excited to see the bands that were playing. She hadn’t asked for a single thing, but Marc had insisted on spending just a little bit of money. They had gone on the ferris wheel and she nearly squeezed the life out of his hand on the tilt-a-whirl. They split a funnel cake while they watched the free show and she had managed to flirt  a couple beers from the bartender who didn’t bother checking ID. Every time they walked by the balloon darts, he caught Becca eyeing a teddy bear. She would never in her life ask Marc to waste money on that scam, but all Marc wanted was to see her smile. He’d give his last dime to see her smile… So he tried to win it. And tried again. And tried a third time. After spending way too much money, he had won her the teddy bear, grinning ear to ear as she squealed, jumping up and down and hugging him. She slept with it every night that summer, and it had been in the bed the night they had made love. He couldn’t believe she kept it all these years…

When he came back to the hospital,  he knew something was wrong. The hall outside her room was a commotion, doctors and nurses going out. “What’s happening?” He demanded, running to the room. The nuse older nurse that had been working with Rebecca gave him a look. “Honey, you know I can’t tell you that.” Of course. Marc wasn’t her husband. He was a coward when they were kids and missed his chance. He wasn’t her husband. 

Marc gave an apologetic nod to the nurse and pushed his way in, where he found his pretty girl curled up in a ball, arms wrapped around her head.

“Sweetheart, Beccs…” Marc sat on the beds, stroking her hair. “What’s going on…” a thousand worst case seniors ran through his head. Why did he leave? How could he leave her here? Of course something had happened in the hours he was gone…

She didn’t come out of her huddle. “You don’t have to worry about a baby anymore…”

It was then that Marc noticed her nightgown had been changed, as were the sheets of the bed. 

“Oh honey… I’m so sorry…” She shook her head that was still in her arms. “I didn’t even know if I wanted it…” She spoke through broken sobs.

Marc was unsure how to respond. She didn’t know if she was going to keep it, but she wasn’t sure if she had wanted an abortion either. “Can I lay with you?” Marc wasn’t could with words, but he could be there with her, he could hold her.

“If you want, but I’m still bleeding, you might-” Get blood on you she almost said, but Marc was already climbing in the bed, she happily made room for him. 

“Don’t worry about that, honey. Can I hold you?” He asked. He wanted every move he made to be approved by her. Rebecca nodded, and Marc slipped an arm around her waist, ever-conscious of her ribs. 

There was a moment of silence as she cried before she spoke. “She said it wasn’t my fault. The nurse. She said it wasn’t me…”

Marc brushed the hair with the back of his hand. “Of course not, Beccs, none of this is your fault. Any of it.”

“I asked if this was because I wasn’t taking care of it, since I still drank and wasn’t taking vitamins, if I did something…”

“Oh honey, no…” Marc wanted to take it all away from her. Whether or not she had wanted the baby, he understood this was a horrific thing to go through

“She said the stress my body took today might have induced it…” A shaking breath, and she winced at the pain in her ribs. “He made me get pregnant and he made me miscarry. I didn’t get a choice in any of it.”

That summer, they had existed as a unit. What they had, they shared. What they didn’t have they went without together. It had always been that way. Since the day Rebecca had shown up at his doorstep, sharing the food she had while dealing with her dad’s abuse. Every day of middle school where Rebecca helped cover a bruise with make-up. Every time in high school when Marc was sick with no one to care for him and she brought him soup and medicine she stole from her dad’s cabinet. Every time Marc defended her from shitty men or held her when he couldn’t protect her from one in particular. Back then, it had been her dad. Now, it was Jack. He hadn’t been able to protect her from her dad or Jack, but he wouldn’t let it happen again.

There Marc held her, whispering soft assurances and words of love in her ear as Rebecca cried herself to sleep in his arms.

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I hope this wasn't too dark y'all, I promise this is the worst of it. I needed something that Rebeca couldn't mitigate, something that Jack could never come back from. The rest of the fic will be Marc helping Rebecca get back on her feet, helping her find herself again, their relationship progressing, and both of them reconnecting with their faith.

Tagging everyone who had asked for a part two, this ill be around 5-10 parts, so if you don't want to be on the tag list, lmk! I won't be offended. It'll probably be closer to 5-7 parts.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ninebluehearts @sofi786 @myfandomlikesandstories

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in September, but that’s when I read them 😊

(finally caught up, phew! thanks for your patience y'all ❤️)

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥The Nerve (Din Djarin x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Rookie Mistake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar (i've recced this before, but now there are more parts so 😌)

Poe Dameron falling in love with his best friend (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @i-belong-to-the-stars

Pièce de rèsistance (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @the-little-ewok

Moon Knight

🔥Be Lost (Dom!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Dark Necessities (Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i've recced this before but it's amazing and now there's a part 3 🙃)

🔥reciprocation (Best Friend!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Zombie Apocolypse AU with Marc (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

Serenade (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Shava Tova (Moon Boys x Non-Jewish!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Prettiest Sounds (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Tell Me About it (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Triple Frontier

🔥Mine. (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @burstanddecay

Night drive (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥miguel o’hara fucks you to sleep (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @beautysamour

🔥Earth 703 (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥college miggy helping you out (College AU!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @reinasei

Scenes from a Marriage

🔥Filthy (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Ex Machina

🔥Good Moring (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Fever (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Lightningface

🔥Perv!Neighbour Basil finds your camgirl account (Perv!Basil Stitt x Camgirl!F!Reader) - @redeyerhaenyra

The Two Faces of January

🔥Sativa (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (part of the Oxford Comma series❤️)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[grantspectortrash]

Secret Santa With Steven

pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

summary: you and Steven are colleagues. You exchange Secret Santa gifts.

word count: 1.6K

IMPORTANT A/N: I am very aware Moon Knight/Steven are Jewish, and therefore do not celebrate Christmas, which is why this fic does not include him actually celebrating the holiday, but just participating in a Secret Santa.

I hope this doesn't come across as disrespectful, I just know how hard Christmas can be for some people and I hope that a fic including Steven, a comfort character, may help. If it is offensive in any way I will remove the fic immediately.

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It was the last day of work before Christmas and you were ecstatic.

Last night it had begun to snow outside and by the morning the roads and streets were covered in the stuff. The view from your window looked like a winter wonderland.

And even though you left the house that morning with multiple layers on, and a chill in your fingertips, you still went to work with a smile. After all, it was the big day.

The day you and your colleagues exchanged Secret Santa gifts.

You hadn't been working at the museum long, maybe six months in fact, but your colleagues quickly became like a second family. Well, most of them anyway. Your boss Donna wasn't the friendliest of people, but your colleagues joint fear towards her was something that brought you together.

Now, it was the end of the day - the museum was closed to tourists, the lights were off and the security team had headed home for the holidays.

"Are we all here?" Donna sighed, glancing at her wrist-watch.

Even people who hadn't been on shift that day had arrived for the occasion, and while you all sat in the staff canteen you did a quick headcount.

The staff canteen had two rows of individual tables, each with two chairs sat opposite one another. You were sat alone.

There was Jim and Theresa, the gang who worked in the gift shop. The other tour guides, people who manned different exhibitions and rooms. And there was one person missing.

"Actually, Steven's not here yet." You piped up, answering Donna's question.

"Steven?" Donna rolled her eyes, "Of course it's him that's late. He's got another ten minutes or I'm starting without him."

You thought Donna's words were a bit harsh, after all she was the one who forced him into joining in on the Secret Santa festivities. The poor guy didn't even celebrate Christmas. You felt bad for him, and you absentmindedly starting playing with the ribbon you had tied around your present.

We can't start without him though, you thought, I'm his secret Santa.

And you had been excited about it too.

You had been one of the first people to pull a name from the box, hoping you didn't accidentally pick out your own, and you hadn't. Instead, you had picked Steven's.

"Who did you get?" He had asked during your shared lunch break after you'd picked his name.

Between bites of food you had said, "If I tell you, it wouldn't be much of a secret, would it?"

You had laughed at him, not in a mean way of course. It was just because Steven always made you laugh, without him even trying to.

He gave a small smile, "Oh right, yeah. Forgot that."

And then you had felt bad - because that's when you remembered.

"I guess you don't usually celebrate this stuff, right?" You asked and he had nodded.

"Well not really. But Donna she's persistent, kind of scary, actually. I couldn't say no." You knew how that felt; Donna was one boss you didn't want to mess with.

"And," he continued, "once I saw who I got, I thought getting them a gift wouldn't be too bad." He smiled at you and you thought about how kind and caring he was. "That's nice of you, Steven." You had said, "But don't tell me anymore. It's a secret Santa, remember?"

After that conversation you had spent every waking minute trying to find the right present - you knew he was a massive Egyptian mythology nerd, knew he had a goldfish. You even knew that he was vegan, and his favourite chocolates cane from a store down the road.

But, you hadn't wanted to get him something generic or boring. When you had told a friend about it they had suggested buying Steven a copy of 'Night at the Museum'. You had told your friend that was an insult to to Steven's intelligence.

So, you went above and beyond.

You went to the library and scoured through their mythology section. There you found a book Steven often referred to. In the front page you could see how often he checked the book out - at least once a month.

"Where can I buy this book?" You had asked, slamming the heavy, well-read book onto the librarian's desk.

She had given you all the information she could, and then you were on the hunt. It took two weeks of communicating with a rare-book seller to finally get hold of the thing, and then another week for it to arrive in the post.

It had arrived yesterday and you had spent the evening wrapping it to perfection.

The canteen door swung open.

"Sorry I'm late," Steven came in wrapped up in his winter coat and scarf, "I'm here now."

There were a few mumbles of appreciation, some of annoyance, from the rest of your colleagues.

You watched how his eyes scanned the room for a spare seat, and how his face lit up when he saw there was one spare opposite yours.

"Do you mind?" He asked, gesturing to the chair.

"Not at all." You smiled at him, moving your hand to cover the present's tag with Steven's name on it.

You noticed how he didn't have a present on hand, and you wondered if Steven - sometimes clumsy and forgetful Steven - hadn't remembered to bring a gift.

"Cold out, innit?" He asked, blowing on his hands for warmth.

"Freezing." You replied. The urge to get your gloves out from your coat pocket and give them to him was almost overpowering. Then, Steven glanced at the gift under your hands and another urge took over, one that wanted to tell Steven that you were his secret Santa and he deserved the world, not just one gift.

"Right." Donna's loud voice cut through your thoughts like a knife. "Everyone eyes closed and presents on the table. I'm gonna switch them all."

You looked at Steven, who was already looking at you. He shrugged, cheeks slightly aflush, and closed his eyes.

You closed yours, still wondering if Steven had brought a gift for someone or not.

Donna went around the room. He heels against the floor were the only sounds you could hear.

"If I see you peaking, " she announced, "I'll deduct a day's wages and put you on inventory for a week." Even at Christmas, Donna was mean. She was a Scrooge, all year round.

You heard her approach your table, felt her pick up your present. She moved towards Steven, "Interesting choice, Stevie."

You were dying to know what her comment meant but you didn't dare open your eyes. Instead you kept them shut tight. There were a few minutes more of hustling and bustling then Donna's voice: "Open your eyes and presents. Go on. Merry Christmas or whatever."

Wasting no time, with the anticipation practically killing you, you opened your eyes.

Infront of you was a small, red envelope with your name written neatly on the front. You looked around the room briefly, watching everyone tear into wrapping paper like they'd never received a Christmas present in their life.

Even Steven was beginning to peel away the sticky tape from one of the edges. His cheeks were a glorious shade of pink.

You went for it.

Inside the envelope was a small card. It was a luxurious business card of an expensive restaurant nearby, with a time and date printed in a fancy font. The bottom of the card read 'table for two'.

You were astonished. It was a gorgeous restaurant, one where reservations were hard to come by because it was so popular.

Once again you scanned the room, hoping for any sign of your secret Santa so you could thank them.

You didn't have a partner or any family close by to join you for this table for two, but you were sure it would be easy enough for you to change the booking. It wasn't like your secret Santa could've known these things.

"I hope it's okay." Steven said suddenly. He hadn't opened his present yet, he had only unpeeled a corner.

"Sorry?" You asked.

"I uh, hope it's not too presumptuous of me." He spoke fast, "The reservation."

There was a beat of silence, then he continued, "I can cancel it if you want."

Your face felt warm, "This was you? Thank you, Steven, honestly!"

"It's for the both of us." He wouldn't look at you, "Only if that's what you want."

Finally the realisation of all his rambling hit you, and your heart involuntarily did a funny dance, one that you were used to when you were around Steven. "Oh my gosh, yes. That would be brilliant, Steven. Sounds like a date."

He looked at you then, all brown, adoring eyes. He smiled, wide.

"You haven't even opened yours yet." You prompted, trying to take the attention away from yourself.

You hoped you weren't blushing as much as you thought you were.

"Oh yeah...is this from you?" He asked, gently stroking the wrapping paper.

"Yeah it is. I know you don't celebrate it and all that, but Merry Christmas, Steven. This is my gift to you." His eyes lit up at that, as if those six words were the greatest gift of all.

"Thank you, Y/N."

Steven ripped the wrapping paper then, revealing the present you had spent so long trying to acquire.

"Oh my- this is amazing!" His voice was full of joy, "I can't believe you got this for me!"

Without even flicking through the book Steven stood up and moved towards you. You instinctively stood up and Steven embraced you in a hug. He was warm like jasmin and vanilla.

From somewhere in the room you heard a "finally".

You pulled away from Steven to find the room staring at you, all of them grinning like Cheshire cats.

Donna rolled her eyes, but there was a small smirk on her lips, "About time."

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[sailorkamino]

Could you do a blurb with our witch reader and the moon boys, where she’s attacked while they’re on a date🫣. Only if you want to of course!! ✨🫶

Star (Gazing) Wars

relationships: moon boys x avenger!witch reader, platonic!khonshu x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 0.8k

warnings: you go slightly feral when your bf's are threatened, mentioned terrorism/murder, alien death, marc is a star wars nerd, brief cashew cameo

a/n: my first request! i hope you like it (also this gif is jake's reaction to watching you fight)

chaos in us masterlist

You’re just sitting down on the picnic blanket beside Steven when a familiar tingle dances along your skin. “What do you sense, little witch?”

You don’t even flinch at the deep voice anymore, simply sighing in annoyance. One date night is all you want, one date without annoying gods or last minute missions. “What is he talking about?” Steven asks in confusion. You focus on the bird behind him. “Have you been following us?”

“I have better things to do.”

You've been feeling off for a few hours now but you can't detect why. Ignoring the god as usual, you reach out your powers but you run into a mental wall. Whatever is targeting you has psychic abilities too and is fortifying their mind. They’re good, but they can’t hide from you entirely.

Well at least the park is practically empty at this hour (you came here for stargazing after all.) “You might want to summon the suit, babe,” you tell him casually.

Steven tilts his head, sure he misheard you. “You want the soup?”

Then suddenly a F/C force field is around you both, deflecting a laser blast. The beam ricochets, ripping through the shooter. You hear an exclaim as a kree flickers into vision. They’re wearing an elaborate suit that kept them invisible before, but is now damaged, soaked with blue blood. You’ve never dealt with a telepathic kree before but you know they love to experiment on each other so you aren’t terribly surprised.

You get into a kneeling position as your clothes transform into your own suit. “Don’t freak out. Just a few aliens,” you attempt to soothe him. He looks even more overwhelmed then suddenly his eyes flutter. When they open Jake is fronting. You sense two more Kree. Realizing their mission is failing, their shield’s have started to weaken. “Get the shooter. I’ll handle his friends,” you order Jake.

You easily control both of the aliens, making them deactivate their invisibility suits and surrender. You put one in a comatose state but the other is doing everything to fight against your influence.

“Who’s your lover?” It manages to choke out. How dare this monster even mention your boyfriends. Your magic boils inside of you. Your eyes burn F/C as the kree wails in pain, clutching their head. You approach their crumpled form.

“Let me explain something to you. Your powers require focus, right? When you get upset they weaken. But chaos magic is the opposite. You make me mad, or hurt someone I love, I lose control.”

Their body sags. You take the time to look through their mind, sickened by what you see. Although you’re relieved to find the kree have no large scale plans of invading earth, they deem it too guarded. The three idiots who attacked you disagreed. They stupidly thought their psychic abilities would be enough to defeat you.

“Cariño, look at this gun!”

You turn around to see your boyfriend donned in his black and white armor. His uncovered face goes from excitement to concern when he notices your shaken state. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” He disregards the weapon he was so excited about to hold your face in his hands.

“I’m fine, baby. Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m good. It wasn’t exactly a struggle considering he already shot himself.”

You flash a small, relieved smile but then you notice the blue splatters staining Jake’s suit. “Did you kill him?”

He raises his brow. “Was I not supposed to?” He gestures to blue figures by your feet. “Are they not dead?”

You shake your head no. “Just unconsciousness. I needed to get some information from them.”

Jake suddenly looks nervous, afraid you’re going to judge him for being too violent. Too dark for you. You’re quick to reassure him. “Hey, these guys are terrorists. When I looked in their minds there was so much bloodshed. There’s no telling how many they’ve killed.”

He’s silent for a moment. “So can I shoot them with this?”

Despite the gruesome circumstances a faint smirk graces your mouth. “Yes, Jake. You can use the outer space gun.”

You choose to look at the pond as he sends a laser through each alien’s head. It’s a painless death. Much more merciful than the way they slaughtered their victims. With a flick of your wrist the bodies and their weapons evaporate into nothing.

When you look back at your boyfriends you're greeted with puppy dog eyes. “Let us keep it,” Marc pleads, clutching the stolen gun in his hands. You sigh in defeat. “Fine, but don’t let Steven use it. He’ll blow off a finger. And that counts as your Hanukah presents!"

“Hah! I get a blaster!”

“Wait, is that why you want it? Because it looks like a blaster from Star Wars?”

“... No.”

[loelysian]

metanoia

(n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life

pairing: moon knight system x isis!avatar reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: following isis’ orders, you head to cairo in search of an ancient artifact that could threaten the exposure of the gods. the problem? marc spector was deployed on the same mission.

note: after reading up on isis, i thought she was the most exciting goddess to write about and have y/n represent. i plan on having steven show up next chapter and jake will be present here and there since much like the show, he isn't exactly a known alter yet. like i mentioned in my namor x reader fic, since i am a jewish-arab writer, it is hinted that y/n also belongs to those cultures but if you do not, that is completely fine. if i've offended you, feel free to let me know so i can fix my mistake and apologize to you personally. thank you and enjoy chapter one.

warning: depictions of violence and choking. if you are easily squeamish, this might not be the fic for you.

Breathe.

As you dipped behind the corner and hid among numerous street vendors, you took the time to catch your breath. This wasn’t the first time you’d been chased and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but you had to admit whoever was after you was fast. He’d nearly cornered you numerous times, demanding you hand over the amulet. You only held the satchel you had over your shoulder closer to your chest as you baselessly kicked out, hoping to make contact with some part of his body—anything to get as far away from him as you could. Thankfully, you’d made contact with what you thought was his stomach and lept over him as he reached to grab for you. One thing you could always appreciate about Cairo was how busy it was, even at night. The lights were always on no matter what, people were always out selling things and music was always heard from every direction of the city.

In and out.

To be discreet, you grabbed a cloth you noticed one of the shop-owners had on a vacant table and did your best to wrap it around your face, hoping the man didn’t remember what you were wearing. Distantly, you felt Isis’ presence. Oftentimes, she followed you around on your missions to make sure you were following her directions. She spoke to you like a mother would to a child but to you, she felt more like a teacher—a mentor in many ways. Right now, you felt she was reminding you to stay focused—to stay alert. To breathe. Sometimes you forgot to do that.

Stay focused.

Slipping down a darkened alleyway, you used this to your advantage as you shut your eyes, focusing on the energy around you. When you became Isis’ avatar, she’d given you abilities you hadn’t thought were possible. You could heal any living being with the right intentions and while you were only still learning, you’d discovered you also had telekinetic abilities that stemmed from the magic Isis was known to perform.

Climb.

Once you opened your eyes, you noticed a ladder to the right of you and climbed up as quickly as you could. This would give you the advantage as you would be able to scan the crowds and pinpoint where the man was. As you made it to the top, you were glad to find you were the only one there. In Cairo, most buildings were connected so if you had to make a run for it, you were confident you’d be able to best him. Crouching by the ledge, your scarf blew in the wind as you peered down from overhead, watching people go about their days with varying expressions on their faces. Some were smiling while others wore frowns. Since you were so full of adrenaline, you weren’t sure how you felt.

He’s coming.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood as an array of goosebumps trickled up and down your arms. You knew what that meant. You dropped the satchel containing the amulet and hid it behind a vase that happened to be to your left. You’d have to make sure you kept it in your peripheral vision.

Know who you represent.

Was the last thing you heard from Isis as the man grew closer and closer. For a moment, you thought you were being surrounded until he revealed himself. He didn’t look very happy. You glared at him.

“I know what you are here for, and you will not get it.” you spoke calmly, yet demanding.

“Look. I don’t want to make this hard on the both of us, but only one of us is leaving here with that amulet and we both know who that’ll be.” so he wanted to play? You had him right where you wanted him.

“Yes, we do.” you muttered.

At your sides, you summoned two identical knives and charged toward the man. He clearly hadn’t been anticipating that at all.

He was as strong as you were—as resilient—none of your punches, no matter how strong, were doing anything and he wasn’t giving up at all. He’d had you pinned against the ground more than once and though you kept throwing him off, you were only human. There was sand in your hair, the scarf having blown away a while back. The sun was taunting the both of you as you battled on the roof, beads of sweat dripping off both of your faces in tandem. Any time you tried to spawn a weapon, the man was one step ahead, knocking it out of your hands as it scattered away and eventually vanished into thin air. The amulet was still in the pot and you couldn’t help but glance over every now and then to make sure it was still there.

“Just give it up,” you grunted out after a painful punch to the gut. He was relentless.

“I don’t talk during fights.” his voice was gritty as you pinned him to the ground, pressing both his arms into the concrete so he couldn’t grab you from behind.

“Well I do,” you snarled as he tried to free himself.

He’d been glaring at you until something from behind you caught his attention, his eyes softening. You noticed the multiple shadows that seemed to appear from nowhere and hesitantly, you let go of his hands to get a look at who’d shown up.

“Well what do we have here.” the voice came from a tall, frail man who was surrounded by a group of fighters. Your eyes shifted toward the pot and quickly shot back to the elder in front of you. Thankfully, your satchel was still in there.

“This doesn’t concern you.” came from behind you. It was from the man you’d been running from. You really had no idea who any of these people were.

“Oh, but I think it does.” the old man shouts. You were out of your element here. This was bigger than anything you’d done for Isis before. “You have something I want and I intend to leave here with it in my possession.” he spoke before coughing into his arm.

“What is it we have?” you tried to play it off like the amulet wasn’t sitting right behind them.

“The key to Isis.” what? “She will heal me if I have this in my possession. Inside the amulet, there is a map that will lead me to a pyramid. From there, I must place the amulet under the eclipse and wait for her to show herself.” no wonder Isis had sent you after it. If the old man went through with this, it wouldn’t just free her—it would free everyone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said.

“Search them both.” the old man ordered. Immediately, two of the guards who stood beside the old man marched toward the two of you and pushed the both of you to the ground. Despite the sun beating down on the two of you, your blood ran cold when you noticed the guns they had in their pockets. Something told you they weren’t afraid to use them.

You had no choice but to sit there as they checked every inch of your body, including beneath your shirt, to make sure you didn’t have the amulet. It made you uncomfortable but you complied to appease the man and hopefully get out of there as fast as possible.

“Neither of them have it, sir.” one of the inspectors told him in a hushed tone. This only seemed to worsen the old man’s anger as his eyes trailed from you to your attacker.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Tell me where the amulet is or I'll gut you right here!” he yelled in his anger, his grip on your chin tightening.

“I,” you struggled to get out. “I don’t know where it is.” you gasped when he let go, holding your face in your hands.

“She’s lying! She knows.” he held a shaky finger in your direction before it fell against his side.

Once you were certain the old man couldn’t hear you, you slowly moved your body toward your attacker.

“It’s in the pot.” you whispered. That caught his attention. “I couldn’t let you take it off of me.” you finished.

“We have to get to it before they notice something’s up.” he whispered back. “How about you distract them-” you cut him off. Absolutely not.

“What, so you can run off with the amulet and bring me back to square one? I don’t think so.” you rushed, your voice hot.

“Well that makes two of us.” you were about to give up until you thought of something.

“How about we take out the men and leave together with the amulet. There’s no way he can hold both of us off.” you whispered. He seemed to agree with you, nodding before he stood up.

Oh, so you were doing this now.

You quickly joined him and focused on two throwing knives materializing into your hands. You smiled once you felt the weight of them in your palms.

Your attacker was already handling the other guard so you snuck up behind the other and politely tapped him on the shoulder, waiting for him to turn around. Little did he know you’d already pocketed his gun so there was nothing he could do but surrender. Once he saw you and your knives, he barrelled toward you, hoping to knock you off your feet but you briskly moved out of the way, watching as he toppled into the man your attacker was fighting, effectively knocking both of them out.

Well, that was quicker than you’d expected.

Your attacker was lying on the ground looking up at you with something akin to what you thought starstruck might look like. As your knives faded away, you reached out a hand and helped him to his feet.

The old man had vanished completely from the roof and as your attacker tried to look for him, you grabbed the satchel and felt around inside for the amulet, smiling to yourself when the cold stone came in contact with your hand.

“I have it! Let’s get out of here,” you shouted before you felt someone wrapping their arms around your throat from behind, causing you to drop the satchel. You tried to punch at their arms but you were only so big and they had the upper hand.

“Get out of here,” you choked out. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last. Whoever was behind you was practically choking you to death. “Take the amulet. Run!” your voice was hoarse as your windpipes were struggling to intake air.

‘Marc. Save her.’ a voice you’d never heard before. spoke to the two of you from above. It was deep and you looked at who you assumed was Marc and hoped he’d stop wasting his time, grab the satchel and run but he didn’t.

He grabbed the gun he’d stolen from one of the guards and shot the man who was choking you square in the forehead. You felt the life drain from his body as he fell backward, the grip from your throat easing as you collapsed to your knees, gasping for air. Marc ran toward you and helped you to your feet as he grabbed the satchel and shoved it under his arm, leading you toward the ladder. You were still coughing and were certain there was going to be a nasty ringed bruise around your throat the next day. Wiping at the stray tears that had formed in the corners of your eyes, you quickly but cautiously climbed down the ladder, jumping once you made it to the bottom.

Once Marc made it to the ground, the two of you ran toward the crowd in order to lose the other guard who would surely be waking up soon. You made sure to keep an eye on your satchel as he ushered you toward a busy building that read hotel in Arabic.

“A treat for almost trying to kill me.” you stated sarcastically. Marc grumbled and led you inside where you waited at the front desk for an employee to check in.

“Hi! Welcome to the Horizon Nile. How can I help you today,” the man who was working the computer asked. He was speaking arabic. At Marc’s confusion, you stepped forward with a smile.

“We’d like two rooms please. Emphasis on two.” you replied. You’d grown up speaking Arabic and since you visited Cairo so often, it helped that you were so fluent.

“I’m afraid the only available room we have is a one bedroom suite. Couple’s fight?” he asked. You reeled back. You hadn’t expected him to ask that.

“No, we’re not together.” you rushed out, clearly uncomfortable. This seemed to peak Marc’s interest, who turned toward you.

“What did he ask?” he said, crossing his arms.

“Nothing important.” you mumbled in english before replying to the man in arabic. “We’ll take the room for a night.” you said, nudging for Marc to hand over your satchel so you could pay for it. However, when Marc noticed you pulling your wallet out, he stopped you and reached into his back pocket.

“You keep your wallet in your pocket when you’re chasing people?” you asked, hoping to get a rise out of him.

“Nobody ever gets close enough to touch me, sweetheart.” he muttered before handing the man his credit card. You tried to ignore the nickname he’d just called you to no avail.

“There was only one room available, partner.” you said, voice void of any emotion.

“Fantastic.” sounds like Marc was just as thrilled as you were.

This was going to be a long night.

[oofouchoww]

moon knight fandom stop being weird about jewish people for once.

you’ll either sit there and act like the system isn’t jewish because you forgot, or it just doesn’t matter to you as someone not in the community. or you’ll go out of your way to write the most offensive thing possible. the system being jewish is not a headcanon, its been a part of the character since the 80’s. acknowledge his faith and do your research or don’t talk about them at all.

[jake-g-lockley]

Double Wedding Bells (Moon Knight x desi!reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Three men and two very different wedding ceremonies, how hard could that be?

Warnings: I am not Jewish or Telugu so there might be some things that are not precisely accurate, almost all of the stuff that is ceremony-wise is gotten through research, mentions of DID.

Word Count: 1.8k words

A/N: This is a request from @sodonuthideout thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to write this <3333 (translations are at the end of the fic, enjoy)

Moon Boys POV

Marc fidgets with his cufflinks again, tugging the edge of his suit as he frowns at Steven and Jake in the mirror.

“We look fine, hermano, calm your nerves.” Jake says, giving Marc a smile. 

“Yea, bruv, we cleaned up pretty well.” Steven chimed in with a blinding grin. 

“I can’t believe that we’re getting married to her.” Marc whispers. 

After 2 and a half years of courting Y/N, the boys decided about 2 months ago that it was time to pop the important question. They knew that they didn't want to spend the rest of their life with anyone else if it wasn’t her. She was their lucky charm, the light to their darkness and so much has gone so well for them over the past few years that Marc could hardly believe it.

He had reconciled with his father and they both had been going to therapy sessions where Marc has been dealing with his past traumas and DID. His relationship with Y/N had never been better and although he was still Moon Knight, Khonshu has been much more relaxed over the past few months. 

“Looking great, my Knight.” Khonshu says, patting Marc’s shoulders. 

A knock sounded at the door and Marc’s father opened the door and peeked through. He walked up to Marc and smiled at him, taking in his son. He adjusted his tie and Marc saw a tear slip from his fathers eyes, which he automatically brushed off his face.  

“I’m so proud of the man that you have become, my son. Thank you for taking me back into your life.” his father says, cupping Marc’s face with his hands. “It's time.”

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his kippah, Marc followed his father out of the room.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Marc stared at the ketubah, waiting for Y/N. He nervously looked at the rabbi who smiled reassuringly back at him. Soon, the sweet smell of roses mixed with the heavenly smell of Y/N’s signature perfume floated towards him. When Marc turned to look at her, he swore that he could have been knocked off his feet in an instant. 

She was wearing a beautiful pure white lace saree with a long sleeved blouse, topped with a stunning veil that was cascading down her perfectly curled hair down her back.  The veil was a small gift from Khonshu, who had a soft spot for Y/N, and Marc could see little silver crescent moons on the veil glowing slightly, making her look absolutely ethereal while she clutched the modest bouquet of white roses. He almost didn’t hear Steven and Jake audibly gasp in the headspace as he stared dreamily at her. 

She reached out and gave Marc’s hand a soothing squeeze and the both of them turned to look at the ketubah, reading it and signing it with Marc’s father and the rabbi as witnesses. Marc then turned back to her, as instructed by the rabbi, and took a long look at her beautiful smiling face before he veilling her. 

He then stepped forward to take his place beside his father as she took her place in the middle of her parents. To Marc, this was probably the most overwhelming part of the ceremony where he had to walk to the chuppah lacking one parent. 

“It's alright, Marc, Jake and I are here with you every step of the way.” Steven’s voice fills Marc’s pounding heart with the supportive affirmation and he realigns himself again as they begin to walk down the aisle. 

Marc took his place on the right of the decorated chuppah while Y/N took her place in front of him, her parents behind her. They only invited a few people that were very close to them for this ceremony. Marc caught Frenchie’s eye, who gave him a wink and Marc grinned back at his old friend. The various rituals and blessings went by quicker than Marc expected it to. 

The guest cheered “Mazel tov!” as Marc hears the glass shatter under his heel. He turned to look at his Y/N who was smiling at him with the most beautiful look on her face.

“Ready for the other ceremony, my handsome husbands?” she whispers. 

“Ready when you are, our angelic wife.” 

Your POV

You stared down at the beautiful gorintaku that covered both of your arms as your mom helped you with your nakshi vaddanam, a beautiful but heavy pure gold belt that adorned your belly. The vaddanam was a gift from Steven, who had carefully picked out the belt after thoroughly researching it, finding one that suited your style as well as complemented your tradition. 

They had popped the question on a random Tuesday night when you were lying on their lap reading a book with your tongue between your teeth and a stupid expression on your face as you judged the book characters actions. Marc was the one who was fronting when the question was asked and it was so fluid, as if he was asking what's for dinner the next day. 

You remember staring down at the band that Marc was holding between his fingers absolutely confused. Your mind had refused to work for a few seconds until Marc’s soft cough filled your ringing ears. You could barely form the words to say yes to the question because of the sheer shock that was coursing through your head. 

Your best friend, who is also your maid of honor, grabbed the eyelash glue and tapped a little on your forehead, helping your papidi billa stick to your forehead, right above the special gold amulet that was tied with yellow thread. You felt like a real regal queen in your red and gold saree. The veil that was gifted by Khonshu for the Jewish ceremony had magically shifted colors to match your saree, now a sheer gold with tiny glowing gold crescents and was pinned to the top of your braid that had been done up with fresh fragrant flowers. 

You couldn't wait to get married to your boys again and you could feel the waterworks starting up. You were so exhausted with all the prep you had to do but so excited to start your new life with the boys. The nerves started edging up on you this morning and all you wanted to do is see their face and feel their presence next to you. 

“Come, kanna, it's time to go up to the mandapam.” Your mother says, pressing a small kiss on your temple.  

You say a little prayer, hoping that everything would go as smooth as possible and you grab your best friend’s hand, taking a deep breath to diminish the nerves. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You take your place in the middle chair between your parents, behind the curtain called the terasala, which was hiding Marc from your view and the ceremony starts. You watch as your parents wash his feet and offer him your hand. Marc states his promises after accepting your hand and you feel your eyes tearing up again, listening to his soft sweet voice. 

The priest calls the auspicious time as cumin and jaggery paste is smeared on your hand. You lift your hand over the curtain until you feel Marc’s soft curls under your hand and you feel his hand on your head. The curtain drops and you see Marc for the first time, wearing a silk white kurta and dhoti with the same amulet tied around his forehead. You grin at him as rose petals cascade over the both of you.

All you could focus on is Marc’s beautiful deep set eyes and how you are doing this so that you could spend the rest of your living days staring into those adoring eyes. Those eyes flashed to Steven and then to Jake and back again to Marc. You wanted all of them, the good, the bad and the ugly. You never wanted anything more in your life. 

He sends you a small wink as the both of you lower your hands and the priest hands him the mangalsutra. Yellow rice rains around you and him as the music around you crescendos.

Marc leans in and ties the sacred yellow thread smeared with haldi around your neck with three knots. 

“I love you, I love you so much.” he whispers.

“I love you too.” you say as tears run down your face, the feeling of peace settling in you as Marc seals the eternal action with an unceremonious kiss on your forehead. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Hermano: Brother

Kippah: A kippah, yarmulke, or koppel is a brimless cap, usually made of cloth, traditionally worn by Jewish males to fulfill the customary requirement that the head be covered. 

Ketubah: A ketubah is a Jewish marriage contract.

Chuppah:  A canopy under which the bride and groom stand during a Jewish wedding ceremony.

Mazel tov: "Mazel tov" or "mazal tov" is a Jewish phrase used to express congratulations for a happy and significant occasion or event. 

Gorintaku: AKA henna. Temporary body art resulting from the staining of the skin from the dyes.

Nakshi vaddanam: This ornament is worn on the belly of the bride. In earlier days, this belt had a lot of significance as it was a symbol showing the woman’s child-bearing abilities. The Vaddanam would often be designed with precious and semi-precious beautiful stones. Most often, this belt would be carved with different images of Lord Vishnu, Goddess Lakshmi and her consort

Papidi billa: “Papidi billa”(maang tikka) is a piece of jewelry worn in the middle of parting of the hair and is meant for adorning the forehead. 

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent, that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a stole (shawl), baring a part of the midriff

Kanna: Darling

Mandapam: A wedding Mandap is a mandap (covered structure with pillars) temporarily erected for the purpose of a Hindu or Jain wedding. The main wedding ceremonies take place under the mandap.

Terasala: Tera means curtain and sela is cloth. So, it literally means a cloth used as a curtain, between the bride and the groom.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt of a type worn by people in South Asia

Dhoti: A garment worn by male Hindus, consisting of a piece of material tied around the waist and extending to cover most of the legs.

Mangalsutra: In many parts of India a pendant necklace — called a mangalsutra, or “auspicious thread,” is tied around a Hindu bride's neck during the wedding ceremony, a symbol that the couple is bound in matrimony and an indication of the bride's new status as a married woman

Tagging: @pakhiya @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @ahookedheroespureheart @swiggy-needs-mental-help @mintpurplemnm @soumya-13 @softieekayy

[commander-writergirl]

Red String of Fate 2

Synopsis: In a world where your soulmate is picked for you with a name tattooed, you are born with the rare trait of not seeing colors until you meet yours. You never expected the universe to foresee the divided mind of your other half.

Pair: Jake Lockley x Jewish!fem!reader, Steven Grant x Jewish!fem!reader, Marc Spector

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Mention of child abuse (verbal), mentions of death, car crash, drunk driver, alcoholism

Word Count: 2,151

Tags: @softlyspector @romanarose @ginger-haired-queen @loonymagizoologist​ 

“Wait, wait.” I turned from the eggs I was cooking to look at Steven. “Why didn’t you tell me before you were vegan?”

The spoon Steven held stopped halfway to his mouth before setting it back in the bowl. “Y-you just always seemed so happy to cook for me. I didn’t want to ruin it.” He answered rubbing his hands along his pants.  

Steven still had a lot of nervous energy around me even after months of being together.  

And I knew he was being honest, Jake even stepped out of the kitchen when I began cooking because I just disappeared into my own little world. I hadn’t gotten around to telling the boys about my mother yet... even almost 16 years later, her death still hung around.

I shook my head and walked over to Steven. Once I stood next to him, I ran my fingers through his curls. “You could have told me; I could have tried to cook more vegan friendly meals.”  

He leaned into my hand, his eyes drifting close. I smiled lightly and tilted his head back before pressing my lips to his. He hummed and held me close to his side. I giggled. “Jake would have taken the chance to bend me over the table.”

Steven nodded, “Yea, the bloke won’t stop mentioning it.”  

I shook my head, “Well now I know to make more vegan meals.” I said walking back to the stove and finishing up my eggs.

Steven’s spoon clanked against the bowl a few times. “Well maybe if you keep them kosher, it won't be so bad.”  

I smiled to myself, moving the eggs from the frying pan to my plate. “I can certainly do that.” I grabbed my plate and walked over to the table.

“So, any plans today?” Steven asked, resuming his task of finishing his cereal before it got too soggy.

I took a bit of egg before answering him, “Yes, I have matinee ticket to a friend's production.” I looked at my watch. “Shit, I’m gonna be late.” I shoveled a few more bites into my mouth before getting up and running back to my bag that now had an almost permanent place in the apartment.  

“Well, I’ll be at the museum today so no Jake randomly picking you up.” Steven said with a smile.  

I rolled my eyes; how could I be attached to two men so competitive for my attention.  Well technically three, but Marc was still hiding himself. I knew he came out when the boys weren’t around me, keeping himself distant.

I quickly slipped into the sunset dress I brought and turned in it a few times making the skirt ‘swish’ about. I nodded to myself, “Okay, this works.” I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my heels on.

“Oh, bloody hell,” I looked up to see Steven standing in the door frame with his hand on his heart. “You have to warn me when you’re dressed like that darling.”

I giggled and got up grabbing my purse as I walked over to him. “Sorry, I kind of forgot I even had this dress until a few months ago.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I smiled and kissed him back cupping his cheek. It was always hard to pull away from Steven and Jake, the soulmate bond having full effect almost.  

I hummed and pulled away. “If I miss this, my friend will kill me. I will see you both tonight.” I pecked his lips before stepping around him heading for the front door. “Love you, bye.” I shouted before stepping out and heading for the elevator.

~~~~~~~~~

Steven rolled his neck sighing as the bone cracked.  

“Why can't I go do my job?” Jake asked for the... well Steven didn’t quite know how many times Jake had asked that. Probably since Steven grabbed the spot in the archive room almost; he glanced at his watch, four hours ago. Thankfully it was still daylight out.

“Because this is my job and we agreed to alternate who does what.” Steven rubbed his eyes, the text in front of him blurring a little.

“At least we aren’t doing Marc’s job.” Jake grumbled.

“Screw both of you.” Marc spat out in the headspace.

Steven looked over at the glass display and could see Marc scowling. Which since you came into their lives has been the norm. He still hadn’t shown himself and even Steven was losing patience with it. He woke to find himself on the couch when he could have sworn up and down, he fell asleep with you wrapped around him.  

“Maybe if you just showed yourself to her Spector, you would feel a lot better.” Jake said, showing up in another glass display, mustache and all.  

“I don’t know what you think but I don’t deserve her affection.”  

Steven grounded his teeth. There were days where he wished he had the ability to put the walls between them back up, but Jake didn’t deserve that. “Obviously the universe, the Fates, whatever you believe, knew what would become of you and still believed you deserved a partner.” Steven snapped.

Almost a year of this. Of Marc’s self-deprecation. It was grating on everyone. Steven and Jake could both see it hurt you that Marc didn’t want to meet you. Even when you said it was fine and gave them a smile, they could see the pain.  

When Steven was met with only silence, he returned to the text he was working on and was able to focus once more.

~~~~~~~~~~

I traced random shapes on Jake’s chest as he snored softly. As my finger ran over a specific scar, his arm tightened around my waist before his eyelids fluttered. I looked up to meet molten brown eyes.  

“Mornin’ mi vida.”  

“Mornin’,” I leaned up and kissed his cheek. He smiled and ran his finger over my thread bracelet.

“Who gave this to you?” He messed with the moon charm. “Because I wonder if they had any idea of who you were connected with.”

I tried not to think too much about what Marc did at night for an Egyptian deity, usually just worried me. “My mother.” I watched as he twisted the charm.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

I felt the burning start behind my eyes. “Believe me, I wish you could.” I sniffled and sat up.

“Mi vida?” I felt him pull me to his lap.

I took a shaky breath and wiped away tears. “She died, 15 years ago.” I looked at him to see him blink a few times. “I know it was so long ago and I shouldn’t be crying about it.” I looked down and curled in on myself.

He stroked my cheek. “What happened?”

I sniffled, “She was picking me up from a function or something, I can’t remember.” I could hear the music that had been playing. She had some Bruce Springsteen playing and I was laughing at her lip singing. I remembered the headlights... “We were hit by a drunk driver. The doctors said she died on impact, but that it was a miracle I survived.” I shook my head. “I haven’t felt lucky, and then after her death, my dad he...” I sighed.

“It’s okay, take your time mi amor.” Jake pressed a kiss to my temple and brushed my hair back. “I’m sorry about your mom.”

I nuzzled into his chest. “You never told me who was the uh,” I closed my eyes trying to remember the term. “The host was.”

He set his chin on the top of my head. “Marc is.”  

I ran one of my fingers along the vain running in his forearm. “Funny, he doesn’t want to meet me. Considering I was probably originally born to be his.”  

“Well, the time between the universes creation of you and you meeting us has been filled with roads of bullshit and death. He doesn’t believe he deserves you.” Jake rubbed circles along my bare thigh.  

I sighed, “I like cooking because I had to take care of myself for a while and it reminds me of my mom.” I moved to rest my head on his shoulder. “My dad, he lost himself when she died. He began to drink excessively. A man who hated liquor caused bottles to litter our home.”  

I felt Jake tense and realized I needed to keep going. “I came home from school one day and he passed out on the couch. I decided that for the moment, I needed to be an adult. I started with picking up all the empty bottles. I then took all but one vodka from the house to the bar down the block. And when I got home, I began to cook dinner.”

I remember that day, I had therapy and was home later than usual. “When he finally woke up, he went for the bottle of bourbon that had been on the table. When he couldn’t find it, he began to look for it. The whole time I sat at the island eating dinner and finishing my homework.”

The look in his eyes when he realized what I did.” I shook my head. “My father doesn’t scare me, but the look on his face that day.” I sighed. “I thought he was finally gonna break and blame me for my mom dying, I had been blaming myself. Hence the therapy.” I felt Jake slowly relax as I squeezed his hand. “But I guess something in my face told him, I wasn’t afraid of him even then. He cried a lot after my mom but after the tears were gone, he drank.”

“Whatever he saw in your face that night broke him again?” Jake asked.

I nodded. “He did and after that we went to family therapy, and he got better. After a few years of that, our therapist explained that losing his soulmate had broken a part of my father so much that she was surprised I was able to pull him back.” I sighed and moved so I could look at him. “And that is my tale of woe.”  

Jake stroked my cheek. “Aw mi sol.”

I sniffled and laid my hand over his. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of his hand spread from my cheek to the rest of my body.

When I felt his body tense again, it felt... different. “Marc?”

He huffed, “They were right, you are good at sensing that.” Midwestern accent, not what I was expecting.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He had the same brown eyes, but I could see something else in them. Something I didn’t usually see in Steven or Jake. A sense of being lost, unfocused.  

“Why now?” I whispered. As he began to turn away, I cupped his jaw. “Marc, why now?” I repeated, a sternness in my voice.  

He gripped my wrist and for a moment, I worried he would shove me away. But his thumbs rubbed against my pulse points. “Because you don’t deserve to be in pain because I’m...” He sighed and kissed the inside of my palm. “I don’t feel deserving because of the things I did. Because someone told me for too long, I was a mistake. A monster.”  

I wanted to tell him that whoever said those things was a liar, but I also felt that once he told me who had been saying those things, I would understand why they still stuck so much with him.  

“Who made you believe those things baby?” I watched some of the tension in his shoulders vanish from the nickname.  

“My mother.” He looked at me and I caught the small crack in his armor. “I did a stupid thing as a kid, and I got my brother killed. She blamed me, took all her pain out on me.” He took a shaky breath. “It’s taken me a long time to realize, I couldn’t have known what would happen. I was a kid, I wanted to have fun.”  

“Is that what caused the break?” He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “First, I went to therapy for years. And second, I know the boys let you in on my fascination with psychology.”

He shook his head, “Right.” He took my left hand from his face and began to mess with the charms on my thread. “Yes, it was.”  

I nodded and moved to sit on my knees in front of him. He tilted his head and furrowed his brow. I smiled and held my hand out. “Hi, I’m F/N L/N. And I think I might be your beshert.”  

He chuckled and shook his head before shaking my hand. “Hi Y/N. I’m Marc Spector and I think you are right.”

I watched our hands shake and we both watched as the red thread slipped off my wrist.

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translation: 

Beshert: “destined” or “intended.” An event, set of circumstances, or situation can all be referred to as bashert, implying that whatever happens was orchestrated by G-d, who ultimately has out best interests in mind. 

In short, it’s the closest term in Hebrew/Yiddish to soulmates. Some Jews also see it as meaning “the right person, at the right time.” 

[romanarose]

To Have and to Hold

Marc Spector x fem!reader

Masterlist : Moon Knight Masterlist : Marc Spector Masterlist

Read on AO3

Summary: You and Marc just get married and he can't wait to get his dick inside you.

Warnings: Blowjob, butt stuff, anal play, cumming untouched, make-up smearing. I tried my best with some spanish and hebrew.

Immersivity: Reader is fem but no gentitle mentions for reader. Wears make up and a dress but I tried to write thing in a way that would make sense for a wedding in most cultures. Header is just for aesthetics, not mention of skin, dress, any of that. reader had grabable hair (theres a line about getting semi undressed so if you wear veils or hair covers that is you guys taking it off to smash.) Reader wears heavier make up and Marc can pick her up. Marc says the traditional chritian wedding vows (that doesnt mention anything religous) but thats not neccecarily the vows the said at the actual wedding. I know marc is jewish and the reader can be christian or not I knooooooooow

A/n: Jewish Marc <3 I tried to get pics of weddings from different cultures, the bottom one is from Guatemala is pintrest is to be believed! Add this to the list of fics i've written for @whatthefishh

1K Words

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Married. Finally married. Marc Spector was your husband, and absolutely no one was going to take him away from you.

After the ceremony, you and Marc run off to the nearest side room you could find, dodging all your family and friends in order to consummate your marriage right away. Giggling and laughing like children, Marc pulled you by your hand, dress flouncing around and his Kippah secure on his head. All alone finally after days of family surrounding you, the two of you quickly get into just enough state of undress for what you need. His dick in your mouth.

“My beautiful wife…” Marc grunts, thrusting into your mouth and stretching your lips around his considerable length. “My perfect girl…” Your mouth was so wet and warm. So soft around him, accommodating his hardness and beautiful eyes gazing up adoringly through your wet lashes. Marc placed his large, rough hand on your cheek, pulling his cock out just enough to turn and press it into your cheeks. He loved to feel himself inside you. 

You, in turn, love feeling him. It didn’t matter if he was stuffing himself inside your cunt, if you were feeling the vein of his cock along your tongue, his finger in your asshole with his sweet lips locked in on your tender flesh, or simply lying together watching TV with your fingers entangled in his deep brown curls. You were his and he was yours, and now it was sealed forever.

Marc’s dick slid down your throat, making you gag a little but Marc knew what you could handle. He didn’t want to hurt you, especially not today of all days, but he also knew what you liked. He also knew how to fix your make up, which you knew he was going to need to do as the tears began to blur in your eyes. 

You’re dripping wet, absolutely incomprehensibly turned on by the simple fact you are married, married to the most amazing man in the entire world. Oh, and an amazing ass. That was an aside. A side that your fingernails were digging into right now, anyway. He was built like a fucking PEACH.

Marc murmured, growing breathless. He was so fucking easy to get off with blowjobs, it made you laugh. “I love you so goddamn much…”

You relinquish his right buttcheek, but you don’t leave his cute little booty be. No, your hands stay busy, reaching under him to play with his balls, but that wasn’t their final destination, merely a pitstop to sliding a finger up his butt. One time you did that and he came on the spot, which embarrassed him but you thought incredibly hot.

Marc moans loud enough you swear you were going to get caught. He’s so fucking easy. Marc likes to act like a tough guy, but really he’s just a whimpering mess who likes his butt played with, and you were happy to oblige. When he’s particularly a mess, Marc-y Marc rambles, and today was no exception as you slobber all over his length.

“Perfect fucking wife, ahuvati, can’t believe I actually got you to marry me.” he chuckles a bit in disbelief. “How’d that happen, huh?”

You mumble around his dick. You’re a bit preoccupied to answer.

He laughs again. “Oh, right.” He shakes his head, cradling yours in his hands before sighing contently, balls beginning to draw up. “My wife, my wife, eeshtee, mi esposa… my fucking wife.” Marc thrusts in deep at that, and you know he’s about ready to cum because he’s losing control. What he doesn’t know is under your dress your thighs are rubbing together, as turned on as he was and you haven't even been touched yet. You just needed him to keep talking… Luckily, Marc always knew what you needed. Marc was strangely much more talkative during sex than he was outside of it.

“To have and to hold, from this day forward.” Wet thrust into your drooling mouth, mascara running down your cheeks and neck.

“For better or for worse.” Fuck, you were getting as close as he was, the heavy smell of sex heating up the small room. Everything felt erotic and warm, your dress suddenly getting sweaty.

“For richer or for poorer” His face was getting sloppy, but no less strong. You remove your hands from his sweet cheeks to play with his balls.

“In sickness and in health.” You scrape your nails across his left asscheek, no doubt taking some skin with you. You’re whimpering at this point, slit throbbing to be touched but you wanted to cum from his voice alone.

“Forsaking all others.” It was dizzying, the tone of his voice strong and sure and just so certain in his words. He was so certain this was forever and ever, and so were you.

“To love and- and to ch-cherish, shitshitshitshit!” He grips your hair and you grip his thighs, both of you cumming in time as he says his last words.

“UntilDeathDoUsPart” Marc spills out the final phrase in a hurry fucking his cum down your throat as he cries out your name, your own toes attempting to curl up in the wedding shoes.

Sliding his softening cock out your mouth, you see the remnants of your lipstick on him. Yeah, you were going to need him to fix your face. For now though, Marc puts his dick in his pants and drops to his knees, looking you in the eye with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you just cum untouched, baby?”

Playful, you smack his face knee. “Shut up!”

Full of joyous laughter, Marc picks you up and spins you around, making you squeal in delight. “Ani ohev otah! So fucking much!”

Nothing in the world felt better than being in Marc Spector's arms.

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This goes out to my beleoved Mona who alway shared ehr thirst idea with me lolololol this is something we were workshopping together while I was in line for Bleacher lol (fun fact I stopped a fight there.)

For now, Im going to be focusing on my work for the ZIne, my pride event, and trying to finish either awakening or blessed be the fruit. thats my goal this month. Maybe more if you wanna be wild if were luky, but that series means so much to me I don't wanna half ass it. It needs to be perfect bc were about to deal with Santi's trauma.

Want to see more? Want to keep up? I dont have a tag list for follow @romana-updates and turn on noifications!

Thank you all so much for your support! Im considering doing something MK for the pride event (see my pinned post) but Im unsure yet. I know I'll have lots of joel and a Santi.

love yall lots!

[sadbuckyhours]

people writing easter fics with marc and steven like they aren’t jewish and it’s not passover rn 😑

[moonmunson]

the tumblr gods are apologizing for showing me several christian!steven grant stories by putting like five jewish!reader celebrating pesach with steven/marc fics on my dash

[wysteria-clad]

Hola bitches!

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: none

a/n:

- You dress up as Jake for Halloween

- From my research online, I've noted that most Jews don't celebrate Halloween. I don't want to disrespect the Jewish community and the moon boys. So the boys don't celebrate Halloween here. Only reader does. Please feel free correct me if I'm wrong, I'd like to learn about it and correct myself, thank you.

- What is this? I don't know, bestie. I needed some goofy fluff.

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"Hola bitches!"

You walk out of your bed room, dressed up as Jake, including the beret cap.

Marc snorts watching from the headspace.

"I don't say that, princesa," Jake says, fronting.

"I'm not princesa now. Today, I'm Jake Lockley."

"I don't say that."

"Ooh, look at me! I'm Jake Lockley, I look sexy no matter what I do!"

It is Steven's turn to laugh now. They are co-conscious, watching this unfold with absolute amusement.

That yearns a grin from him. "You think I'm sexy?"

You blow a kiss at him, breaking your character just for a second, before getting back into it, earning a kiss to your cheek.

You try to take Jake's gun from him, which he smoothly grabs it back from you.

"Aw, come on."

"No."

"Fine," you look at his eyes and reach out your hand to rip the fake mustache above his lips and plaster it on your face...and run out as fast as you can like you are about to die, cause you are about to die.

He laughs finally, but still he is gonna kill you though—with his love, obviously. You are his sweet princess after all.

Of course, he catches up to you. You squeal when you feel his firm hands on your hips, as he lifts you off the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you blurt out.

But he turns you around so you can face him and kisses you softly.

Giggling, you put his fake mustache back on his face and kiss his lips again.

Only you can pull this with Jake Lockley and live to tell the tale, only you.

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[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

hi could i request a marc spector x male reader where marc struggles with internalized homophobia and the reader tries to help him through it. maybe marc tries to push reader away because hes trying to force himself to be straight?

Marc Spector x Male Reader

Good endings can come from bad beginnings

(Idk if I followed the request correctly, I hope I did.)

I just know the wedding thingy will bite me in the ass later on, please don't come after me. I just wanted to add it cause I thought it would be fitting, I just googled most of the stuff there and copy pasted it. If I offended anyone with the stuff I have written here in any way please do tell, so I can rewrite this. Please no hate(?) I tried my best.

Hope you enjoy!

(I sincerely hope no one is offended, cause holy shit I don't want to face the wrath of the internet.)

(And I did it cause I wanted to stick with Marc being jewish, cause I like it.)

I thought nothing could get better when I met Layla, her soft beautiful tanned skin, her eyes that look like the a bottomless pit that you can fall for eternity and never get tired, her soft curly black hair was the cherry on top. She was just perfect.

Until y/n came into view, I didn't want to believe it that I liked him, that I yearned to have him in my arms, I put it all on my divorce with Layla. But I can't run away forever.

Now, here we are in bed with y/n hugging me from the side, his head on my chest and arms around my waist. One of my hands on his hair, smoothing out his morning hair.

Even with him being this close, and even after doing what we did last night, I still wanted to believe I was straight. That I was did not like men, like this is just a one time thing. Just like what I have been saying for the past 5 months we've been together.

I just didn't want to believe it, this is not me.

I slowly got up from the bed, moving his head slowly and carefully as to not wake him up, grabbing my clothes that were strewn across the floor, I decided to go outside to clear my head to stop thinking about him.

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Waking up to seeing your lover nowhere near was concerning. Sure it was typical of him to leave without a note, but that was at night to do his moon knight things, now it's morning. After checking everywhere in our apartment, I decided to just make breakfast for the two of us incase he ever decides to show up.

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After going for a walk around the park I finally managed to think of something. If I push him away he would not want to be with me anymore, he will break up with me and I can finally go with a woman this time. But after thinking about that plan, it saddened me, thinking about hurting him, imagining his tear stained cheeks and his puffy red eyes looking at me with such hurt. It hurt me. And I didn't want it to.

Walking through the door of our apartment, I smell the tempting aroma of his signature bacon and pancakes that always made me want more made me crave for him. For him to be with me forever. I am not supposed to think like this. I should've just ignored him since day 1.

"Marc?"

His voice called out, sounding like a siren in the middle of the ocean, calling for a lone soldier.

"Y-yes?"

"I made some breakfast, go sit on the chair it'll be ready in a few seconds, just need to put it on the plates."

Hearing him mention breakfast makes me realize just how hungry I am.

"It's okay, I already ate."

I say swallowing a hard, thinking about the food he had prepared.

"Ow."

The disappointment and sadness in his voice made it even harder for me push him away.

Moving towards our bed I get a glimpse of him on the table sitting on a chair with his food infront of him, a fork on one of his hands while the other supports his head. He had a sad look on his face that just made me want to apaologize to him. I need to stop thinking like this, I need him gone. He's corrupting me.

After taking a deep breath I proceed to sit on the bed and remove my socks and shoes leaving me bare foot.

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"M-marc is something wrong? Did I do something?"

"Nothing."

"You're never like this ever since we met, you never miss a chance to be with me, did I-"

"I said it's nothing, just eat your food and leave me alone."

"O-okay."

"W-wait, I'm sorry, I-I just... I-"

He didn't get to finish before breaking down, I can see tears well up in his eyes. On instinct I immidiately went to him hugging him, giving him comfort. He clung to me like I was his life line.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything right now. Take your time, no pressure."

I say with my face on his hair my arms holding him to my chest, one of his hands held on to my arm tight while the other on my waist pulling me close.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I-it's just tha-"

"You don't have to explain anything right now. Take your time, don't force it. Let's wait for you to calm down first."

I say holding him tighter with him now full on sobbing. We stayed like that for a while until I heard his breaths even out, pulling back, I look at his face to see him with a peaceful look although with tear stains on his cheeks. He still looked handsome.

Laying him down on the bed and fixing his position so he was more comfortable and pulling the blanket up to his waist.

"Rest up, I will be here whenever you're ready."

I whisper as I kiss his forehead and get back to the kitchen to clean up and take a shower after, just now feeling the wet spot on him chest.

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Waking up for the second time today, I sit up on the bed, seeing y/n come into view.

"How you feeling?"

"G-good."

I say looking at him with eyes that must be saying the opposite.

"No, you're not, you can tell me you know?"

"Tell you what?"

"Anything, you don't have to keep it in you know? I'm here to show you love, as well as take care of you. All because you deserve it, and you managed to make me fall for you."

"I-it's no-"

"Tell me that it's nothing and I will waterboard you."

He says with a smile, that same smile that made me fall for him, that made me feel feeling that I don't want to feel but can't help.

"It's just, I hate feeling this way about you, I don't want to love you, but I can't help it. And I don't know what to do, I'm j-just so confused, I'm angry at myself for feeling this way about you, but everytime I see you my heart just goes crazy. My mind wonders off to space with you."

"That's okay, it will go away, you just need time. And I will be there with you the whole way through. Whether you like it or not, whether you stop loving me or not. I will help you through this."

He says walking to me and sitting beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me towards him and I can't help but just let him.

"I will help you no matter what you think of me. I will always be here to hold your hand when you feel alone, when you feel like you have no one. I will be here to hold you when you feel cold. I will be here for you."

"Thank you."

I say leaning more on him.

"Don't mention it, that's what I'm here for. To show you that loving who you like isn't bad."

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From that day on, whenever I would have those moments of anger for liking men, I would just run to him to help me. To ground me.

When the thoughts become too much, I would run to him to pull me out of the hole.

Day after day, the thoughts and that anger slowly went away.

And now here we stand infront of the altar, exchanging vows looking at each other's eyes with love. Smiles seem to be permanently glued to our faces.

"And do you, Marc Spector, take Y/n L/n to be your husband, promising to cherish and protect him, whether in good fortune or in adversity, and to seek together with him a life hallowed by the faith of Israel?"

"I do."

"Now may I have the rings?"

The rabbi says. The ring bearer walks forward and presents the ring, we put the rings on each other's fingers our smiles never faltering, but only grew brighter.

"Y/n, I give you this ring, that you may wear it, as a symbol of the vows we have made this day. I pledge you my love, and respect, my laughter and my tears. With all that I am, I honour you."

"Marc, I give you this ring, that you may wear it, as a symbol of the vows we have made this day. I pledge you my love, and respect, my laughter and my tears. With all that I am, I honour you."

"You may now seal your vows with a kiss."

We smile and we kiss each other, our mouths dance with passion and love. Pulling back we rest our foreheads on the other.

"I love you, Marc."

"I love you, y/n."