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The reader seeing herself asking Steven to "dance with me" in what appears to be a vision of the future is so unique and then you go one further and create a soulmate au (one of my favorite tropes)!

I have such a soft spot for Steven so seeing him have his fated love find and rescue him made me very happy.

I really, really enjoyed this and would love to read a sequel. I want to know how they get home and maybe what happens once they get there!

Hi love! I see that you have your quests open with some prompts. Since you write sweet characters so well I thought of Steven Grant and "dance with me?"

hello my dear friend 💖 I am so excited to share this with you, & hope you love it ! I've been wanting to write a steven grant fic & I'm so glad your request finally made that happen ! enjoy 🌼

An Echo of Starlight

Steven Grant x F!Reader

prompt – 'dance with me'

after battling the undead on a ship barreling towards the gates of osiris, steven is thrown from its edge to an uncertain fate; suspended in time, and turning to stone across the dunes of sand below. Is it all in his mind when you've appeared to save him there? will you be the one to ultimately bring him back home?

word count: 1.5k | soulmate au

spoilers for moon knight ep. 5, allusions to visions of the future & implied intimacy

keep going. find him.

who? who am I looking for?

only your heart will know.

They were supposed to balance the scales. But instead, an untimely ambush of undead beings from the vastly arid depths of hell, had driven things so far off course; a ship crafted from the corners of Marc's mind's eye, crashing forth amidst a violet shade of afterlife, leaving Steven thrown from its edge amidst all of the chaos.

Tumbling freely, his uncertain fate had been granted, landing him in an unsettling sand dune of dust.

"Steven!"

With eyes full of panic, Marc yelled for him, calling out to his friend who for so long had lived out his days as the better parts of himself; fabricated by such shadow cast emotion, trauma, and loss – the very person he truly needed to be, during times where things might have been far too difficult to confront.

He stayed with him, through it all, despite having never really known it, and now, more than ever, Steven needed Marc.

Or maybe even someone else.

A person capable of slowing the passage of time drifting with their memory; hopeful delusions lending them a sudden way out of there before the valley of the Gods…

With a stray passing of the wind, Marc began to ground himself – or, at least he certainly tried to; disappearing from the ship altogether with a shuddering exhale of breath, before ending up in his own realm of the unknown.

A Field of Reeds, as it was, had embraced him almost infinitely; offering him solace there within its warmth, as if he ever really had a chance for making it back out.

And if they had a way of escaping this place, perhaps a glimmer of hope amongst all of this shaken torment, then Marc knew he couldn't just leave without him – a tethered pull already tempting him into spaces of the forgotten, toward enlivened skies of endless gold.

Though, somewhere on another far plane, lived another. Lavender starlight falling upon Steven where the ship had already sailed off; the palms of his hands straining as he’d been reaching for it in only waves of empty, and an outstretched arm doing little to stop it from moving on.

His muffled sighs had begun to whisper of distress all in hopes that maybe the horizon might hear him, proving no use at all where the subtle tilt of his chin had sought out the feel of a soothing, distant moon; consuming him by words left unspoken at the sudden collapse of his knee pebbled with sand, before his entire being had ultimately turned to stone.

…

So featherlight, your steps had spanned the calling of a most gentle, unwavering breeze; feeling as the chill of seemingly untouched sand had grazed past your skin, lighting the way forward in the stillness of this tranquil land alone.

Though peaceful in the quiet, all of this had felt more than ominous; powerful whispers awakening your eyes to blurs of all that had been endless, and softened; listening to those who might have been walking on your journey there beside you, or really, no one there at all.

How did you even get here?

keep going. find him.

who? who am I looking for?

only your heart will know.

…

You're overcome with tiredness, feeling tense and so kindly unsure, when a sudden ache surges outwards from your chest, wholeheartedly breathing new life into your soul.

you must awaken him.

There it is; that familiar voice again, the one that towers over everything where you are, feeling as though it commands the air you breathe with its very striking sound.

how?

there.

A stray fanning of the wind soon brushes past, skating along your lips as if it had been a subtle kiss slanted over when touched.

go to him.

And there, just beyond the heady weight of it all, lies a statue risen from desert ash and ruin; a kneeling man with eyes filled with either pure wonder, or terror – you couldn't be too sure, captured there in stone.

The sight itself took over everything inside you, a calming intuition awakening you to such imaginings of lips and hands entwined, living endlessly there inside your mind.

Each passing dream you began to see there right in front of you, suddenly becomes all the more vivid; a possible hint at a future, with him, laced between the tips of all your fingers, and the spark alight in all the stars.

come on, steven, dance with me…

he smiles, then; handsomely bearing all of his teeth into an adorable grin.

I can't, love, I don't know how!

oh I know you do, baby,

don't you want to?

he takes to the edge of his bottom lip, eyeing all the ways that single gesture alone has a very intimate way of doing something to you.

oh bugger. fine!

and you kiss him playfully, a smile parting over his mouth where his hands have slid further down your waist; your hips, swaying there together, leaning into his at the strain of something so beautifully hard now resting against your thigh, pulling you closer as if so capably timed and captured…

like this?

yes, just like this…

The dream of your entanglement leaves you standing there breathless, seeing things unfold between you as if in real time; the arching of your neck and his kiss, so sweet and tentative as it's being pressed against it. The pad of his thumb, tracing loving sensations of pleasurable affection all the while to your skin, beneath the last remains of a heated, desert sun…

are you done?

Looking up toward the fading veil of clouds, your smirk is given towards them with a generous eye roll.

Khonshu certainly had a funny way of making himself known...

"I am…now."

approach him carefully, steven will react differently than marc…

"Marc?"

mm. my avatar. steven is the other.

"How do I…?"

do not be frightened of him in his current state. that matter will soon be settled.

now go.

…

There is only silence where night has fallen all around you; the flicker of moonlight, calling you closer to the rock born statue, as if willing you both to wish upon it if you could.

"Steven…I'm here. I'm right here, baby."

You like the way his name sounds when tested out there on your tongue, whispering into him as if he might have been able to hear the words – baby; a sentiment, and a brush taken kindly to him with your palm…

A loving caress stolen away to a man who appears to be the only one you've ever known.

How is that somehow you just knew that you loved him? In all the ways it mattered most?

Would he know you just as well when he had woken?

only your heart will know.

"I'm going to kiss you now…clichè, I know, but…in the movies, that's how it's done…"

It takes a moment for you to get it right, kneeling where he lays himself carved, burdened, and unsettled; finding his hair suspended in time with your fingertips, indulging in a trail of touch against all of the curls you have yet to wrap your hands around.

You take to the corners of each eye first, kissing the indents there with something tender and slow; his cheek next, then the sharpened edge of his jaw. An imagined smoothness, laying claim to your kiss, and a place reserved for him there inside your heart.

No matter the strange sensation, it seemed to have been working; a flush of warmth returning to his skin where once it had gone and run itself so cold.

So you take things the slightest bit further, grazing past the collar of his shirt with the tip of your nose, breathing him in before dipping your tongue just below it; soothing the sting of an indelicate mark made so fine, as the palms of your hands glide over the broad span of his chest...

Committing the very planes of him to your memory, just in case all of this had ended up going so terribly wrong.

"Can you feel me, Steven?"

Your kiss is soon to follow after; finally, you think to yourself. Relying on the promise of a great affection soon to come; unraveling into a home made just for him, held within the caged in space of your arms.

"Oh dear Gods, yes…"

He stumbles onto his knees, no longer frightened, or frozen, but instead, falling fervently there into you; dragging his tongue insistently against your pretty mouth's parted open seam, indulging in the sweetened essence of your lips as if all of this had been…

"Bollocks, am I dreaming?"

"No…at least I hope not."

Taking your hands wound with such loving need inside his own, he smiles as though he's known you all along – and maybe he has, and perhaps you're the only one who doesn't remember it; hurriedly embracing you against the sloping backdrop of sand dunes, where the sterling shade of moonlight softens all the while high above you.

go ahead, Steven, tell her how she was able to find you…

"I don't even understand how I came to be here, I just…"

Somehow he finds a joyful courage then, tilting your chin upwards just to meet the heavy lidded stare in his eyes descending upon your lips; a deepened shade of brown solely there just to consume you when it does.

"Egyptians invented modern navigation, you know."

"Oh? Is that so?"

"That's right, love."

laughter, wonderful...

And it must have been true; if not this simple explanation, then what else?

Fate? The Stars? Khonshu?

It didn't matter, really, love certainly was a beautiful thing – something wonderfully, and quite literally set in stone that you were grateful just to have happened upon from the start.

All you needed to do now was to stop your head from spinning, and eventually, find your way back home…

… ❤️

a/n – thank you so much for reading ! 💫 this is my first time writing for steven grant & can I just tell you how happy I was to get this request in my inbox? I've been wanting to write a moon knight fic for a while now, but have been so afraid to actually go for it. I'm glad I did, & I hope you love it just as much ! 🥰 if anyone is interested, maybe there will be a sequel. I would love to hear your thoughts ! all the love 🌸 xo A

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