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negasonicteenagemess · 2 years

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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader; Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Loosely based on episode five, Marc and Steven go through their memories of Y/N.

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“Steven!” Marc yelled, pulling the British one of the pair away from the door. “It’s Y/N,” Steven whispered, pointing a finger at the door and not making eye contact with his other half but maintaining his stare on the memory through the window, quickly recognizing the scene unfolding.

Marc sighed, not wanting to look back at what was transpiring behind the door that led to a very core memory of his. “Please, just let me keep this one for myself,” he practically begged, holding Steven’s forearm tightly still.

Steven turned to face Marc while shaking his head, “no. No, I won't let you keep this from me. Not this time.”

“Steven,” Marc started sternly, narrowing his before being interrupted by a sudden outburst.

“I love her too!” Steven exclaimed, anguish crossing his features, causing Marc’s to soften only slightly. “I have always felt second to you, always! I-I don’t even remember this, and this-“ he emphasized by pointing to the window, “this is something worth remembering, worth experiencing, alright?”

Marc swallowed, looking at the linoleum tiles beneath him, not responding to Steven’s words. Steven nodded to himself, knowing that Marc agreed even though he didn’t want to, which made Steven respect him more.

Steven fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater before pushing the door open with Marc solemnly following behind. The scene was fairly plain with Marc standing in a nice button up and slacks, and Y/N standing in a simple white satin dress. Steven noticed that there weren’t many people in the room before recognizing what exactly he was witnessing; a wedding.

“She, uh, she bought that dress twenty minutes before this at some shitty department store,” Marc muttered, watching the love flow between his former self and Y/N, “and she still looked perfect.” He would never forget the smile that graced her lips the moment this happened. It was one of his most fondest memories, something he’d cherish forever. Seeing it again brought up a whole mix of feelings for him with the most prominent one being his love for her.

“And do you Y/N L/N take Marc Spector to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The celebrant spoke, seemingly bored but his tone didn’t deter the happiness flowing between the pair before him. Steven stood silently, waiting for those next two wonderful words to break the silence.

“I do,” she spoke confidently, squeezing Marc’s hands in hers. Steven smiled softly, a part of him wishing she spoke those words to him.

“By the power vested in me-“

Marc couldn’t hear the words that followed, too overwhelmed with being able to experience this again.

“W-Where are all of her friends, family? Or ours?” Steven asked, looking around confused at the few strangers, witnesses, in the room that he couldn’t recognize. In all honesty, he thought it was kind of sad, knowing that a wedding should be grand and all. “We only had each other,” Marc spoke, his eyes still transfixed on Y/N and his former self as they walked down the makeshift aisle and out of the room.

“But why?” Steven asked softly, slightly confused at the situation yet slightly hesitant as to not bring up any bad memories for Marc.

“We didn’t need anybody to prove our love to each other,” Marc spoke slightly sternly, following the pair that had just left, causing Steven to trail behind him.

Before they knew it, they had entered a new room to watch past Marc carry Y/N into some dingy apartment they had bought together. Past Marc was littering her face with kisses, causing the woman in his arms to giggle.

Present Marc smiled softly at the scene before him, remembering the love they had shared that night. Steven had never seen Marc like this, had never seen the man smile or love nonetheless. This showed Steven a whole other side to him that he never knew was even possible.

“God I love you Mrs. Spector. Y/N Spector, Y/N Spector, Y/N Spector,” Marc spoke teasingly, trailing kisses down her neck as he placed her on the bed gently. Her smile was wide as she giggled and carded her fingers through his dark curls, tugging it lightly in order to look into his eyes, “and I love you Marc Spector.”

Steven didn’t know how to feel watching this. Watching the woman he loved love someone else that he shared a body with. Watching the woman he loved love Marc first, before she had even known about him. “Let’s go,” he turned around abruptly, uncharacteristically pulling Marc out of the room with him and into another one where they walked into yet another dingy apartment, different from the last.

“Marc!” Y/N shouted, running up to the man who had just walked through the front door. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, but stepped back when she didn’t feel his reciprocation.

“This was after Ciaro wasn’t it?” Steven asked, turning to Marc who’s only answer was a short nod.

“A-Are you alright? What’s wrong, what happened?” She asked, examining his figure as he remained silent and went to the bathroom.

“I don’t want to talk about this again, Y/N,” he spoke gruffly as he walked out of the bathroom, wearing different clothes and signifying to Steven and present Marc that they were witnessing a different day alongside a different memory.

“You’ve been lying to me for months now Marc! Ever since Egypt you’ve been acting differently. I wake up in the middle of the night without you here, only to wake up with you practically naked with your clothes torn to shreds. Are you fucking cheating on me with someone you met there?” Y/N was yelling and crying, sick of having the same conversation with him over and over again, ready to release all of her feelings.

Past Marc’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what? No, Y/N you know I’d never do that to you!” He approached her, trying to grab her forearms to ground her, but she refused his touch and took a step back.

“If you’re not cheating then give me any possible fucking explanation as to what is going on Marc,” she spoke lowly, ridding her cheeks of tears. Marc hated seeing her like this, in his present state and in the past. He sighed in his memory, closing his eyes and shaking his head, “can we please sit down for this?” He spoke softly, directing her to the couch. She nodded her head, still clearly upset. As she sat, she refused to look into his eyes and found an interest in playing with her thumbs in her lap.

Present Marc scoffed looking back on this now, “god, I was so stupid for this.”

Past Marc stood in front of her before squatting down, ready to tell her anything she wanted to know. “I serve Khonshu, the Egyptian moon God. I’m his avatar,” he spoke with full honesty. Y/N looked up at him, staring into his eyes before anger fell all over her face, “you are unbelievable, Marc.” Her voice was laced with venom as she stood, causing Marc to stand as well before she had pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N,” he began to speak before being interrupted as he followed her all the way to their bedroom. Steven was the first to follow them, present Marc walking slowly behind.

“Khonshu,” she scoffed to herself as she pulled out a bag, “fucking Khonshu, Marc? Are you fucking kidding me?” She spoke more so to herself, but remained focused on her mission to pack a bag.

“I’m telling the truth, Y/N” Marc begged from behind her, watching her throw various items of clothing from their closet and onto the bed. She stopped what she was doing before turning to face him angrily. “You could’ve said literally anything, but you thought I’d believe THAT?! You’re fucking ridiculous Marc,” she shook her head, pushing past him again to place her clothes in the bag.

“Fucking bullshit,” she mumbled to herself. “Y/N,” he repeated, but she wouldn’t look at him, too focused on packing her bag. “Y/N, please,” he asked again as she shoved her charger into the bag before zipping it up.

“Y/N just look at me!” He yelled, startling both her and Steven, watching the scene unfold. Her eyes found Marc’s as he let out a sigh, “just, don’t freak out.”

Before she could even respond, she watched as the ceremonial armor began to cover his skin, eyes glowing behind a mask as a hood finally manifested. All traces of anger left her face as her jaw dropped, “what the fuck.” Marc, now clad in his Moon Knight suit nodded at her words, “yeah.”

Steven turned to look at present Marc, speechless at what they had just witnessed. He nodded his head slowly, “I-I honestly don’t know why I expected her to react any differently.”

The pair silently agreed to walk out the room before entering another little apartment, this time Steven recognizing it as his own.

Marc closed his eyes as he watched Y/N sat at the table by herself. “Y/N stayed in London when I flew back to Chicago,” he explained to Steven. “S-She had wanted to come with me, but I,” he looked down, shaking his head, “I had to do it by myself.”

“Marc?” Y/N asked as she heard the door knob jiggle, causing present Marc to stop talking and watch the scene unfold. The man had entered the room before catching her eyesight and becoming frightened, screaming at the presence of the woman before him. “W-Who are you? Why are you in my flat?” The British accent was the first thing she had noticed, recognition present in her eyes understanding what had occurred.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she made sure to speak as softly as she could, approaching him slowly, “S-Steven?”

He looked reluctant, “how-how do you know my name?”

“T-This may sound a bit complicated but we live together, Steven,” Y/N spoke softly, approaching him very slowly so as to not spook him further.

Present Marc and Steven watched as past Steven slowly warmed up to her for the first time. “I remember this,” Steven muttered to himself, “I was so scared.” He turned to smile at Y/N, “but she made me feel safe, without me even knowing her and all.” Marc nodded, knowing the exact same feeling.

“Who are you?” Past Steven asked, no longer pressing his body to the door, but looking around his flat to find any clue as to who the woman before him was. “Y/N, your uh,” she glanced at the ring on her finger, fiddling with it, “I’m your best friend.”

Marc’s heart broke at her words, knowing that it’s his fault she had lied.

“But there’s only one bed,” he spoke with a slight tone of question in his voice, pointing to the lone mattress. Marc chuckled, shaking his head at the Brit’s past actions as Y/N scrambled to make some type of excuse. “We’re uh really close,” she smiled sheepishly.

Marc and Steven walked through the psychiatric facilities door. “I don’t understand why we’re seeing all these memories of her,” Marc spoke, hands on his hips as he paced in the hallway. Steven stood in thought, eyebrows furrowed together trying to figure it out. “W-Well maybe it’s because she was the bridge between our individual lives. How our lives started to mesh together,” Steven suggested, with Marc nodding his head in agreement because it was the only logical explanation. “Right, right,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Well we can’t stop here,” Steven suggested, “we’ve got to keep going. Not for the world, not for Layla, or even for Gus, but for Y/N.” Marc’s eyes met his, nodding his head after a second in order to agree, “for Y/N. Let’s keep movin’ then.”

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runa-falls · 10 months

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pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part one: marc

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:)

others: steven | jake | more steven

as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

marc: the wretched

Marc is a self-deprecating man and the first alter you met. He's always very serious about his work, even when directors come up with ridiculous scenarios for him to act out.

At first, he refused you, convincing himself that all he needed to prep for scenes was his hand and his phone. That didn't last long. He was struggling to get through shooting days and often forced production to extend over their time. So you were called.

He didn't expect a girl like you to come onto set. You looked like a normal civilian, clothed in comfortable jeans and a tank top. You didn't look like you belonged anywhere near the porn industry.

The first session with you immediately changed his mind. You figured him out within a handful of minutes, watching closely to how he'd react to different touches and situations.

You never take your clothes off for him because that's how he likes it. There's this unspoken power dynamic that would surprise a lot of his fans as he's known for being dominant in videos. With you, he's the one who's stripped down as you climb into his lap fully clothed.

He sighs, hands gripping your waist as the rough texture of your jeans rubs against his sensitive skin. You grind down on him because you know he likes it rough and you can already feel him stiffening under you.

He's not submissive in a way where he whines or begs, he just takes whatever you'll give him. Sometimes you'll refuse his kisses, pulling back or looking away when he gets too close, too needy. It only turns him on further because he thinks he deserves it.

Other times you'll only kiss him. You'll make out with him for the full 15 minutes he has to prepare while never touching him once and he'll last the whole scene.

But his favorite sessions are when you edge him over and over again until he's physically trembling under you. He'll never admit it but he loves when you sit on his lap. He secretly craves your closeness and the intimacy that your presence brings, so when you edge him you're perched on his lap so you both have to watch as your hand pumps his cock in between your bodies.

The handjobs are nothing special, but he crumbles from your touch anyway. You've found that you can break him in mere minutes when you make him look at you, eye-to-eye.

"Look at me, baby." You purr, using your open hand to tilt his head up. His eyes are droopy and red, a product of two edging sessions right before this. Your gazes lock and he's shivering in your hold. "Come on, give it to me." You give him a teasing squeeze and he about falls over. His breaths start to speed up and you know he's getting close.

A glance at the clock says you have 4 minutes until call time.

With one more stroke you pull away.

He lets out a low grunt and his body shudders from how sensitive he is. You be a breeze could finish him off.

Maybe you went overboard... usually you only edge him once, but three times?

He'll probably be back in this room in 20 minutes from cumming too early. Dammit.

"Ok, you have like... 3 minutes. You ready?"

You've learned to be casual, to take him out of the scene as fast a possible so he can focus. He's still sitting on the armchair, trying to calm down.

"I, uh. I think I need a minute." Marc won't look at you.

Yeah, maybe three was too much.

#moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #headcannons #pornstar!marc #pornstar!marc spector #marc spector smut #pornstar!moon boys

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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after an argument: hc

(part 2: part 1 here!) this ended up taking way longer than i imagined woops

STEVEN:

the silent treatment he had been giving you eventually turns into reflection time.

the outcome? he feels like a complete dick.

so he when he sees your sitting on the sofa, he would come and sit next to you, his hands placed awkwardly on his knees

he would sneak peaks at you as if to get your attention because our love can’t directly make the first move after confrontation

finally, you would sigh and face him

to which he would pretend to be really interested in whatever was on the tv.

“Steven?”

then he would spill.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse and for the stupid argument. I was acting immature and you don’t deserve that and if there’s anyway I can make it up to you-”

You would interrupt him with a much calmer, “Steven.” and add, “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I was stupid to do anything to risk what we have.”

You could see the hidden fear in his eyes and shook your head.

“You won’t lose me. besides, people in relationships argue!” He isn’t convinced, muttering a string of apologies again.

“I’m not mad anymore, okay? It’s done.”

Steven is relieved. Like super relieved. he physically breathes a sigh of relief.

And he hesitantly reaches out to take your hand

to which you offer a smile and snuggle into his side.

“Wow.” Steven suddenly whispers

“Hmm?”

“I just love you. And am so lucky to have you, my love.”

to which you smile, because your equally lucky to have him- even when he is sassy.

MARC:

okay so i feel like he would want to avoid direct confrontation

but would still obviously want to apologise.

so say your asleep and he sneaks into the flat

has gotten a bunch of flowers or something cliché that he debated on getting but decided he needs something romantic to add to his apology.

he doesn’t want to wake you, plans to just leave the flowers in a vase and cook you breakfast.

but he stubs his toe on the side as he walks in and cusses loudly.

of course, you wake up instantly, slightly delirious from your sleep.

“Steven?”

he cringed at himself, inhaling deeply before muttering a small ‘nope’.

“Oh.”

Marc knows he’s fucked up by the sadness in your tone.

your sit up, noticing the flowers and he follows your gaze and sighs.

“Look, Y/N, I fucked up. And I’m sorry.”

he paces forward and places the flowers on the bedside table

It’s kinda funny to see big, scary Marc Spector be so shy

and you don’t really know what to do

cause your still pissed at him.

“You upset me, marc. I just care about you, is all. when you get hurt, it hurts me. And I’m powerless to it, you know?”

“I know, baby. I know. I got, defensive and it was wrong of me.”

he feels emotional and turns away from you for a moment.

“Just not really used to people caring about me. I just don’t want to scare you off, or risk losing you. It doesn’t give me an excuse, I know. I’m sorry.”

He sniffles, would desperately try to stop any tears.

But you saw him. Saw all his insecurity, all his pain, all his worry.

and you instantly would get up from the bed, wrap your arms round his waist.

“I know, darling. We can work on it, okay? But we don’t have to right now.”

to which you would gently urge him to turn around.

“C'mere.”

and he accepts your embrace, softly sniffles into your shoulder as you stroke his back.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

and he agrees.

and you both lie down, you guiding him to rest his head on your chest as you gently play with his hair

both slowly realising you can work on your problems together.

JAKE

“I’m worried, mate. She could be anywhere.”

“She isn’t answering our texts.”

“Fuck sake, Jake.”

after you left, of course all 3 of them would be freaking out.

Jake would eventually take control- or lose it.

going back to his bottle but slowly

truth was, he was more worried than anyone.

this was his fault

so if anything happened to you, that would be on him.

and he would never forgive himself

he was pacing the room, calling your phone yet again, practically screaming in frustration when he heard your voicemail.

that was until the door opened.

you half expected one of the others to be fronting, or for Jake not to be there at all.

but to your slight dismay, there he was, instantly turning to face you and throwing his phone on the sofa.

you would take off your jacket, not even bothering to face him.

then walk straight to the bathroom for a shower, avoiding contact at all.

“You need to sort this out, Jake. Just say sorry.”

he knew he had too. just didn’t know how to communicate it

and all you wanted, no, needed, was for him to communicate.

you come out the shower and to his dismay, your wearing one of your own night tops and not one of his

and you get a glass of water before going to bed.

but before you can, Jake clears his throat.

“Y/N.”

to which you would stop in your tracks, slightly turning to him so he knows he has some of your attention.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

“You were gone for so long, I thought you might’ve got-”

“Are you kidding? I was ‘gone for so long’ because you told me to leave, remember?”

okay, tensions were still high

and i have a feeling Jake is stubborn

Jake would stop talking for a moment as he watches you shake your head slightly

“I was angry.”

“well I’m still angry.”

and the atmosphere would be so tense.

one wrong word, and it could all snap.

“What do you want me to do?”

and you scoff.

“Honestly? I want you to be honest. Jake, do you want me?”

“What?”

“You hardly say it.”

“What?”

“You hardly say you love me! and maybe I’m selfish but you don’t act like you love me sometimes. I want, I want you to talk to me and be open to me and want me in the way I want you! Because I can’t keep doing this.”

Oh.

That- he feels his stomach turn in dread, feels his head fill with fire. But mostly, he feels the way his heart breaks slightly.

of course he loves you.

but it was fucking terrifying to admit

you mistake his silence for agreeance and you feel tears well in your eyes

because this is your biggest fear; that one of them could fall out of love with you.

“I’m going to bed.”

the sentence sends chills down his spine in the worst way

and he shakes out of his thoughts, rushing forward.

“No no no, wait. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t find the words for you, Y/N, but it’s not because I don’t want to or because I don’t care but it’s because for you, I feel so deeply. I can cope with pain, lord knows I can, but this... loving you means the possibility of losing you and I can’t live with that.”

none of them can

and you pause again, putting down the water and turning to him with watery eyes.

“It doesn’t make up for what happened. I mean it, Jake. We can’t keep doing this thing where we fight and then fuck, and then forget about it.”

“I won’t. I will try and make it up to you, Cariño, every single day. And I might not be able to open up like the others do, but I will try. I will try for you.”

and you finally nod slightly, tears falling freely now.

“okay.”

and he sighs in utter relief and it’s overwhelming what he feels for you

he walks over and kisses you fiercely and you pause for a moment before returning the gesture

but the dominance dies down, leaving a gentle, loving kiss, making your head dizzy

and finally, Jake says with as much certainty as you have ever heard, “Te quiero. I love you, mi amor.”

and whilst you know it’ll take a while, your willing to wait.

for them, you would wait an eternity

because they are your eternity.

cliché little ending to make up for the angst of p1 hehe. hope you enjoyed :)

#Moon Knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #Steven Grant #marc spector x reader #jake lockely #marc spector #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #steven with a v #angst #fluff #ff #headcannons

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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year

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he put his whole dilfussy into this

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ashestospace · 2 years

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Steven: oh darn

Marc: oh fuck

Jake full on puertorican mood: EEEEAAHHH pueñññetaaaaa maba bicho no puede ser-

#its my headcannon and i do WHAT I WANT #muah puerto rican jake #moon knight hc #moon knight series #moon knight #moon knight x reader #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #khonshu

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kazzy-boo-baby · 2 months

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For @aew-kun-age-regression !

🌙Marc Spector/Moon Knight/Steven Grant Caregiver Headcannons🌙

🌙-Marc got very nervous when he got asked to be a caregiver. So he did plenty of research on how to take care of a little properly so he could be the best caregiver he could be.

🌙-Marc gets very worried when his little his a fit or a meltdown. All he wants to do is find a solution to fix the problem! But until his little can calm down, he holds them tight in his arms while whispering soft praises in their ear.

🌙-His little knows of his other personality, Steven Grant. In fact, his little loves that about him because it feels like having two daddies at once! When Steven fronts, his little calls him papa. When Marc fronts, his little calls him Dada.

🌙-Steven was very, very shy meeting his little. But once he warmed up to them, all he would want to do was play with them and spoil them with toys and treats.

"Cmon.. are you sure you don't want one more treat? How about just one more! You've been a good boy/girl/kid after all."

🌙-Marc is the one that's more serious and strict with his little. He has a full list of rules that he excepts his little to follow like:

•Naps every day after lunch

•No cursing/talking back

•Always use your manners

•Always, always ask for help when you need it. Don't do dangerous tasks by yourself!

•No sweets after dinner

•TV time is only 3 hours a day

🌙-Steven loves to read his little books. Waking up? Let's read a book! Bored? How about we read a book? Sleepy? Would you like a bedtime story? He always gets excited to read to you, he always tries to get two books in every day.

🌙-When rules are broken, Marc won't hesitate to ground you or put his little in timeout. But he'll sit there with his little during their timeout, reassuring them that it's almost over.

"Only five more minutes, dove. You can do it."

🌙-Steven always makes bath time a fun experience. He'll fill the bath with bubbles, bath crayons, sensory toys for his little to play with and he will make sure to use his little's favorite soap. One of his favorite things to do is put bubbles on his head and blow them off.

🌙-Marc may be strict, but he's also very protective and loving towards his little. There's nothing he loves more than to cradle his little in his arms and rock them back and forth. He wants his little to know that they will always be loved no matter what.

🌙-Marc is better at handling younger littles, while Steven is better at handling older littles. It doesn't matter what headspace their little is at though, he'll love them regardless.

Ex: Marc is better at handling littles who's headspace range from 1-3

Steven is better at handling littles at a headspace range from 3-6

#marc spector #steven grant #mcu #moon knight #agere #agere caregiver #age regression #sfw agere #sfw #marvel mcu #marvel moon knight #headcannons

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glxyaaandromeda · 2 years

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This tweet screams Marc Spector or Jake Lockley, or is it just me 😳👀

#moon knight #oscar isaac #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight meme #headcannons #mcu imagine #mcu #mcu moon knight #marvel imagine #x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader

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dervampireprince · 1 year

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ASMR | Moon Knight - Steven and Marc x Listener SFW You're Safe With Us

[M4A] [Comfort] [Panic attacks] [Reverse comfort] [Steven tries to comfort but panics, Marc takes over and comforts] [Established relationship with Steven] [Marc doesn't know what to do with his feelings] [Feelings confession?]

I've wanted to try voicing Marc for a while and have had some requests, not my best work but I tried. I wasn't sure how to approach Marc and Steven in the same audio, I think some want them both being there and talking to you at the same time and me switching accents every other sentence but that's not how DID works, so the only way I can think to approach it is have them switch. The switching here does not reflect real DID, in this audio it's fairly quick and Marc isn't too disoriented and tired. I did my best to be respectful to DID, please bear in mind that while Moon Knight has been praised for it's DID representation it's still not 100% accurate and true to real life. .

Custom audio commissions are open! Full spicy audios on soundgasm and Patreon. Downloadable versions, exclusive spicy audios and Discord on Patreon. I also stream on Twitch 3 times a week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit my audios/videos]

#steven grant #moon knight #steven grant x reader #mr knight #mr knight x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #marvel #headcannons #audio roleplay #the vampire whispers #imagines #imagine #male reader #female reader #y/n

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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HCs of what Steven, Marc and Miguel possibly smell like? And what scents they like/find the most comforting.

Hopefully it’s not too weird sounding, just asking as someone who works in a perfume store lmao 😅

👀 I'm severely sick, but I shall write!! I'm not entirely familiar with cologne scents, but i did my research (hopefully correctly)

steven grant, marc spector, miguel o'hara

reader is: female

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Steven Grant

Like cedar wood with hints of cinnamon. It's woody, warm, and sort of sweet. And Steven has cinnamon sticks lying around his apartment randomly, which is why he now smells that way, too. For his birthday, you give him a cologne from Tom Ford, something that has rich and warm notes. He wears it almost everyday, and the scent drives you insane. "Ugh, are you seriously going to work smelling this good?" You ask him, hugging his waist from behind, not allowing him to take any step further away. "It's just work, love. Besides, you got me this cologne. I want to wear it." "Yeah, but that means other people can smell you." You whine, "And you smell so good. What if they like how you smell?" Steven chuckles. "Isn't it good to smell good?" "Yeah," You consider, "but I want you to smell good just for me."

Marc Spector

More musky. More sensual, something that smells rather animalistic. Marc would come home from a mission, shower, lay in bed with you, and all you can smell is him. He smells masculine, if that makes sense. You snuggle closer to him, wanting to smell more of him, and Marc chuckles when he feels your breath on his neck. "What're you doing?" "Trying to smell you." You say sleepily. "Why do you wear cologne after a shower? You smell too good." "I'm not wearing cologne, babe." "So you just smell like this naturally?? Fuck." You curse. "Maybe it's my soap." He says, pulling you closer to his naked chest. "I know you like it." "Fuck yes I do." You take another whiff of him, leaving kisses on his chest in the process.

Miguel O'Hara

He smells sharp. Clean. Slightly minty and zesty, whether it's orange, lemon, or grapefruit. You can't really pinpoint it. Miguel's sitting on his chair, up by his platform, and you can't help but to take a closer whiff. Just a bit.. closer... "What.. are you doing?" He asks, brow raised and leaning away. "Sorry!" You're flustered. You definitely didn't mean to stick your nose in his neck, it was like instinct. "I just.. you just.." "Just what?" He asks again, brows raised in a more interested way now that he sees you're blushing. "..You just smell really good. And I couldn't help myself." A curious smirk. "Oh?" He swivels his chair to face you and leans back, legs spread. "Well.. come here then." "I.. I.." Miguel's scent is driving you dizzy. Is it his pheromones? His confidence? You're not sure, but you find yourself climbing onto his lap and burying yourself in his neck, nipping at the soft flesh. "Poor baby. You look like you're in heat." He chuckles. "I think I can help with that."

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goaway-leechboy · 7 months

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Bands/Artists I think the Moon Knight system would listen to:

Steven:

Radiohead

Arctic monkeys

Hozier

Nightwish

Franz Ferdinand

Cosmo Sheldrake

Marc:

Soundgarden

Three Days Grace

Seether

Deftones

also Franz Ferdinand

Epica

Jake:

Frank Sinatra (this is obvious)

Micheal Jackson

Elton John

Evanescence

David Bowie

The Rolling Stones

#moon knight #headcannons #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #band headcanons #this is based off a playlist I made of them on Spotify

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brokebonewritings · 1 year

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When the World Caves In - Part 3

Marc Spector x gn!Reader

Warning/Tags: 18+, Language, Blood/Gore, Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Summary: The 3 months you had left with the boys, plus some.

Word Count: 5.7K

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Month 1

Days were filled with sorrow mostly. You moped around a lot. Only when you were at home though. Whenever Marc took you anywhere, it was like you blossomed.

Maybe the thought of being in a home you were about to lose was burdening. On the days that Steven would have to work, you went out to every bookstore you could find.

It’s not that you were looking for answers, but it didn’t hurt to at least try to find a loophole. You enter a little bookstore you found on the internet that specialized in historic finds.

It was small and it smelled like ancient oils and paper. Each book on the shelf was hardcover, and bound in beautiful colors.

The owner of the bookshop looks up at you with a smile. It looked very familiar, but not thinking anything of it, you nod and begin to look around.

You look for anything with an Egyptian looking title. Not many shops even had books on Egyptian Mythology, and if there was any it was just books written by teen fiction authors.

“Looking for anything in particular?” You jump as the voice comes out of nowhere. The middle aged bookshop owner was standing next to you. His spectacles on the bridge of his nose as he looked towards you.

“Oh! I mean, I am just browsing.” You begin. “Do you happen to have any books on Egyptian Myths and Gods?”

He gave a small grin and motioned you to follow him. It was a small bookshop but it seemed to spread for miles. Which was strange.

As you kept walking, the man turned towards the bookshelf and his fingers glided over the many books. His fingers stopped on a green bound book.

“I do believe this will have all the answers to what you’re looking for.” He said as he handed you the book.

The book was quite heavy. Looking down at it, you noticed that gold text was appearing before your eyes. You look back up and notice the man has disappeared.

Walking back to the front of the store, you notice that a different person was at the cashier. It was a woman now. She gave you a smile as you walked up to the counter.

“Hi there, dear! Would that be all for ya?” She asked politely.

“Yes ma’am, uhm if you don’t mind me asking, where did the other gentleman go?” You asked, and she gave you the same confused look.

“I am the only one here with you.” She frowned. “Did a man enter in with ya?”

You shook your head and shrugged.

“I must be mistaken, sorry.” You say.

She rings you up and sends you on your way. You apologize again and thank her for the book, and leave.

As you step into the crisp air, you take a moment to appreciate the view. London has always been a second home to you beside the rough streets of Chicago. Sure it rained a lot more, but there was something about it.

Even as you walked home, you began to memorize every street, every store, every person you passed by. You feel yourself beginning to zone out as you enter the apartment building and make your way upstairs.

When you enter the flat, you throw your keys onto the counter and fall into the armchair in the living room. You take a deep breath before pulling out the boom you had just gotten and opening it up to read.

“The Autobiographical Account of an Avatar” You read aloud. ‘Weird, no author…’

As you began to read, it became more clear that the author had the same predicament as you. Searching for answers and ultimately giving up something in return.

There were no answers on the page however. Usually by the end of the book you would have a solid answer. This was not the case, you were left with nothing more than insight on what it felt like.

“Darling, I’m home!” You heard Steven’s voice ring out into the small flat.

“In here!” You reply and set the book down. He walks in to find you curled on the armchair. Of course he smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek.

“How was your day, love?”

“Oh you know, the usual…” You respond. “Hey, can you look at this book I found?”

He looks at you quizzically before nodding. You hand him the book and see the curiosity in his eyes.

“Where did you get this old thing?” He asks while flipping through the pages.

“You know that bookstore behind the theater?” He nods. “It was a bit strange, but this old man told me I would find what I was looking for in that book.”

You watch as he begins to skim through each page. Reading the same passages you had just read. He closes the book and looks up to you in a sigh.

“Imma read up on it more, then we can really dive into it.” He says. “But first, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for ya!”

He walks back to the counter and grabs a box and some flowers. When he hands them to you, you begin to feel how loved you are by all of them.

“What’s this for?” You smell the flowers and look up at him with a smile.

“Just cause we love you, that’s all” He says sheepishly.

You stand and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

“And maybe I thought we could do more than just mope around tonight.” The voice changed but you didn't bat an eye. You look up at him and smile. Marc only stared at you with love.

“What did you have in mind?”

Thirty minutes later you found yourself dressed and walking in Piccadilly Square with Marc. He practically dressed you himself before pushing you out the door. Before you could ask where you were going, you both stopped in front of a very nice restaurant.

“No way, We cannot afford to eat here.” You say as you look up at him.

“You’ll actually be surprised to know that this is in our budget.” He responds smugly. “Plus it’s mostly vegetarian and vegan for Steven’s liking.”

You both walk in and stop at the desk. Looking around you notice how regal the setting is. Yet there was an intimate feel to it. Chandeliers and candles set at the tables.

You hear Marc’s name being called and you both are led to your table for the evening. The scenery in the restaurant is everything you could have imagined.

Marc notices you are looking around and reaches for your hand. This pulls you back into reality, and you smile brightly back at him.

“How did you know I wanted to come here?”

“Because everytime you pass by with Steven, I notice you staring into the window.” He smiles back.

Just as he finished explaining, the waiter came by. He was an older gentleman with a very sincere smile and a thick Italian accent. With some explanation of the menu, he writes your orders and leaves in a hurry.

When you look up at Marc, you notice that he looked a bit nervous. You tilt your head in confusion.

“Marc, sweetie~” You pur at him. “Are you alright?”

He nods his head and smiles. “Yeah I’m good. Just thinking about everything going on.”

“Well Steven said he would look over that book I found. Maybe that will finally have answers.”

“Maybe… How did you say you found it again?”

“There was a little bookshop on my walk today… It was strange.”

“What was the name of it?”

“Oh uh, I don’t think there was a name. It just said ‘Bookshop’ on the sign. Thought it would be worth a try.” Now that you thought of it, it was really strange that the bookshop just appeared out of thin air. You had never noticed it before walking down that street.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts as the food arrives. Everything looks stunning. Looking up at Marc, you notice the smile forming on the corner of his mouth. This man would go to the ends of the earth for you, and he has proven that time and time again.

“Are you gonna propose to me tonight?” You ask innocently, and this makes him choke on his food. “Ah! Sorry!”

He clears his throat before responding carefully.

“Did you want me to propose tonight?”

Thinking for a moment, you smile. Yeah it would be great if he did, and the answer would have been a straight away yes. If there were different circumstances.

“I mean.. I dunno, You just never take me out to places like this so I’m just investigating.”

“I wasn’t planning on it tonight, however I do have a ring.”

You take a bite of your food, you consider your next response carefully.

“I think you should wait. Just in case.” You look up at him, finally making eye contact. He nods and continues with his dinner.

Once the both of you finish, you thank the waiter while Marc pays then you both go on your way.

Walking down the same street you came, you both stop to sit on a park bench. The breeze of the night was nice, and cool.

His arm is wrapped around your shoulder as you both watch people pass by. This is what peace felt like. You had never known anything of the sort until now.

With Marc, everything felt easy. The dreaded thought of losing him creeps back into your mind. There was little you could do to stop it. You hardly notice the tears that begin falling down your face.

He turns to look at you and notices immediately.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You see his eyebrows furrow with worry as you continue to cry silently. He knew you hated when people watched you cry.

“I just hate to think that this won’t last much longer.” You quietly admit. He pulls you into a tight embrace. Your head resting against his shoulder.

“Why don’t we get you home and I’ll show you how long I will love you for.”

Looking up at him, you see the darkness in his eyes as you realize what you meant. You wipe away your tears and nod. Getting up and walking home was not a hard task. It was being able to keep your hands off of each other, while walking to the flat.

You kiss Marc lovingly as you both stumble through the flat door. You can feel the eagerness of his mouth on yours. As soon as the door is fully shut, he picks you up and holds you against the wall.

Never have you felt a sensation like this. The pit you have been feeling has disappeared, and was replaced with arousal. His lips trail down your neck as you let out a breathy moan.

Marc just had a way with his mouth. You grip his hair between your fingers. Tugging at it slightly earns you a growl from the back of his throat. You knew exactly what type of reaction you would get from him. The reward of it made you smile against his hair.

Removing you from the wall Marc made his way towards the bed, setting you gently on the mattress. He begins to remove his clothing before demanding you to do so as well.

He watched the way your body moved as you began to take off each layer of clothing. Once everything had come off, he held you close to feel the heat radiating off your skin. Loving each touch you laid on him.

The only thing missing was the dark mark he set to show his love for you. Slowly he began to kiss your forehead and trail his lips down every inch of skin.

Once he has made it to your chest, he begins to suck at your skin lightly. Leaving little bruises along your collarbone. After feeling satisfied with that, he trails lower until he reaches your hips.

You feel a tug on the upper part of your thigh, and you realize he had snaked his arms around them. Marc smirks before pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. He can see the heat in your face.

“Oh, darling, you smell so fucking good, and I bet you taste just as sweet.” He heavily exhales before laying his tongue flatly against your tight core. You hear him moan against you which makes your toes curl.

“Marc, fuck~” You groan loudly.

Every slurp and moan coming from his mouth sent you into a deeper spiral. You could feel the heat flow through your veins and you grow closer to your orgasm.

He knew you were close too. The way the tip of his tongue assaulted you, sucking and lapping at your hole. As you were about to release he removed his mouth suddenly from you.

Your head flew up once he moved his face from between your thighs. How dare this man deny you the release you needed. All these thoughts were removed as you noticed him hovering above you.

“Hi baby.” He panted. You stare in awe at the gorgeous man above you. The curls sticking to his face, and the way he lovingly gazed at you made you melt. He was the only man you could ever love.

“Marc?”

“Yeah?”

You bite your lip and he continues to stare. Waiting for you to respond, he moves a piece of your hair out of your face. Cradling your cheek in his hand.

“Can you just fuck me already?” You ask calmly, which prompted a laugh from him.

“As you wish, darling.”

Without a single hesitation, Marc lines himself at the edge of your entrance and thrusts in. The squelching sound that was created in that movie was deafening. You could feel your cheeks flush red at the way he made you slick up with just his touch.

Your moaning was driving Marc to his spilling point. Until you begin whining at him.

“What was that, baby?”

“Flip me over!” You say along with a high pitched moan.

The groan above you comes out long and loud, before you feel Marc pull out. Grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He dips down to kiss your lower back before trailing up to your neck.

His hot breath sends goosebumps down your entire body. Feeling his hard cock pushing against your entrance once more, you turn your head and whisper.

“Come on, Marc, fuck my brains out.”

A loud growl erupts from his chest before he pushes your head into the mattress. He buries his cock deep within you in one thrust setting a brutal pace.

“I bet you love the way I treat you like a slut, huh?”

You were drunk. This whole experience made you intoxicated with his scent, the way he panted in each thrust, and how his cock stretched you. His balls slapping against you.

Clenching around him each time he thrusts, your moans begin to intertwine with each other. You could tell he was close to coming.

“M-Marc, I’m close!” You whine

“Come baby, come for me.” He responds in a dark tone.

That was it for you. You begin to clench around him repeatedly, seeing white flash in spurts. It must have been enough for Marc to release because you feel him pull out. The hot liquid running down your spine.

You finally collapse onto the mattress, Marc doing the same next to you. Feeling a tug on your arm, you look over and see Marc lazily smile at you.

“You look absolutely fucked out.” He chuckles towards you.

“No thanks to you.” You tease back. Sticking your tongue out at him.

He begins to stand and walk to the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. You watch as he turns back to you and smiles softly.

As he approaches you, he grazes his fingers against your arm. Setting the washcloth on your back you shiver as he starts cleaning you up.

It was endearing how he always took care of you. Especially after sex. You remember your first time with him and Steven, and how they took turns giving you extra love and attention after.

A soft smile pulls itself on your lips as he finishes wiping you down. Throwing the washcloth in the hamper, he climbs back onto the bed and pulls you against his chest.

Listening to the rhythm of his heart and the steady breathing, you begin to fall asleep. Nothing was more peaceful than how these after moments were. Feeling utterly relaxed with the man you love laying beside you.

Month 2

You rushed down the street towards the museum. Donna had called you because Steven had suddenly stormed out of the gift shop in a fit of panic. Figuring it wasn’t actually Steven, you turned into the nearest car park and waited.

As if on cue, a black cab pulled down the driveway and stopped right next to you. Pulling your arms into a crossed position, you waited for the man to roll down the window.

You watched as it came down slowly and the man inside stared at you. He tried his best to avoid your eye contact but failed to do so. Turning to meet your angered face.

“Cariña! What a surprise to see you here!” He said nervously. Waiting to see the response you would give him. “Qué quieres mi amor?”

“Don’t you ever do that again! You had me worried sick, Jake!” You started. He flinched at the harshness of your voice before you noticed a blush begin to creep up his neck.

“Mi vida, whatever do you mean?” He coyly smiles before you interrupt him.

“Park the car, and let me talk to Steven!” You practically screamed it. This was a side of you they barely saw. Getting overwhelmed wasn’t something that was normally brought out.

Jake did as you told him and came straight back to the entrance of the car park. Head hung low, you noticed a shift in his eyes. It was Steven. You sighed in relief before pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Love, I’m so sorry for making you worry.” He says softly into your neck. The edge of his nose grazed over the crook of it. “I don’t know what made me panic like that.”

You sigh, and rest your head against his. It really sounded like he was panicking and not that Jake needed to be somewhere.

“It’s okay honey.” You begin silently. Feeling head rise from your shoulder. “I’m not mad, I just got scared, that’s all”

He intertwines your finger before admitting, “It was the silly old bird. He got in my head.”

You look around to see if you were truly alone. Of course you were, but the paranoia didn’t cease.

“What did he say to you?” You ask gently.

“He told me to quit searching’ about.” He held onto you tighter. “Said there was no use. To think of something else.”

You pull back to stare at him. How could Khonshu say something like that? Actually you should have figured he would say something like that. It just wasn’t fair, but it made you realize you both should come up with a backup plan just in case.

“Let’s get you home, Steven. We should probably talk about what he said.”

With that notion, he nods and you both walk arm in arm back to the flat. It was silent the whole way home. Both of you in the harsh thoughts presented to you. You thought about different ways to start the conversation, and who to start it with.

Once you get up to the flat, you both settle into the sofa and sit in silence. You look up towards the sweet man, and set a hand on his thigh. He turns to look at you with his sad puppy dog eyes.

“Can I talk with Marc, love?” You ask sweetly.

“Course. Course you can.” He kisses your cheek softly.

Watching his expression harden, and his eyebrows furrow. He turns to look at you and smiles once he notices your eyes flicker against his lips. Leaning in, he kisses you slowly and deeply. Taking note of how sweet your lips taste from the coffee you had abandoned earlier.

“Mm, Marc” You say, trying to pull away. “I need to talk to you.”

He pulls back and stares at you intently. Tilting his head slightly as to question the sudden need to talk.

“Did you hear anything Khonshu said to Steven earlier?”

The grip on your shoulder tightened. You didn’t need to hear a verbal confirmation because the body language already confirmed it.

“He doesn’t know what he was talking about that damn demon.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Marc… Maybe he’s right though. I mean what happens if we can’t find a way to give Ma’at an offering?”

“We could always sacrifice Jake…” You watch as he grins, then turns his head towards the black TV screen. It was probably Jake cursing Marc.

“I’m serious!” You giggle out. “We need to come up with a plan to either stand up to Ma’at or…”

“Or what?”

“What if we met again?” You look into his eyes. Looking for any reaction to what you had just said. He just stares though, as if to process what you had just said.

“Meet again…” He ponders. “Like how you met Steven?”

You nod eagerly. “Yeah like how I met Steven.”

“Okay.” He sits for a moment before continuing his response. “Let’s get a plan together then.”

And that’s exactly what the both of you did. You planned that if anything were to happen, Marc would be the one to find you and meet you all over again.

Through the next few weeks you both got little sleep as you continued to research anything on Ma’at and her infamous deals. Book after book, you and Steven read and wrote notes. Compared each other's findings.

Nothing was coming up though, there was nothing in those damn books that would help your situation. As you both were finishing your current books, you hear Steven lighten up with surprise. You look up from your book and look at him quizzically. He held the green hardcover book the mysterious man from the giftshop had given you.

“Listen to this!” He starts. “Ma’at is known to bargain with anyone who does deeds for her.”

“But I already made a bargain with her…” You sink back down into the chair you were sitting in. “Does it say anything else?”

He turns back to the book and you watch as his eyes skim the page. You watch as he stiffens and darts his eyes around the rest of the passage.

“What is it, Steven?” You sit up and watch worriedly.

Shaking his head, he looks up. “It says the only way for her to leave you alone is to either finish the deed or perish.”

You gasp. Of course. That is the reason why you haven’t found anything useful yet, because there wasn’t anything useful. You get up and cross the room settling down next to Steven. He opens his arms to embrace and you fall into his arms with tears stinging your eyes.

There was nothing to be done, so naturally you both agree on your Plan B. Both of you sit there in silence, taking in all the information you had digested the last few weeks. You look up at Steven and notice his soft eyes staring down at you.

“You know somethin, love?” He says. “I have loved you ever since I laid my eye on you.”

You giggle at the confession.

“Was this before or after you spilled coffee on me?”

“Amore.” It was Jake now. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “We have all loved you since then. Especially after the compassion you showed Steven after the fact.”

“Or when you wanted to intimidate me?”

This earns you a chuckle. “Si, amore, even when you showed me some compassion too.”

Jake never usually was out for more than 10 minutes, unless the both of you were having sex. He sat there with you for 3 hours talking, and reminiscing of the memories you all created together. It was nice. You felt safe. That’s what it was like to have them in your life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Month 3

Jake woke you up with kisses against your shoulder. It was one of the first nights you had slept fully. Not that you got much sleep as it is.

Your night consisted of three rounds of sex, and this happened quite often. Jake being the last since he likes to be rough, and you preferred it that way.

Weeks began blurring together since the month started. Not knowing what day or what time you would be summoned to Ma’at’s tomb.

The dreams of Ma’at were becoming more vivid. Like she was actually standing there watching in the shadows. Most days you would wake in a cold sweat, shaking until Marc held you and made sure you were okay.

Each passing day, your eyes were getting heavier to the point of you falling asleep in the most ridiculous places.

That was until Khonshu showed back up. Out of blue he appeared in the small flat that you all resided in.

Both of your presences are requested. He spoke

Marc jumped at the sudden booming voice. His eyebrows began to furrow and you could see the heat rising to his face.

“Why? What happened?”

Do not dare question me, Marc Spector. You both were requested by Goddess Ma’at.

You gasped, and got out of the bed. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. You still had 3 more weeks. That didn’t stop you from starting to shake. Not that you were frightened of Ma’at, but scared of being without Marc, and Steven, and Jake.

“Yeah? Well you can tell Ma’at that we’re not going!” Marc growled. “Tell her that she can’t have Y/N!”

This is not up for debate. We go now. Suit up, and put on the robes provided.

With that he vanished. Without any hesitation, you ran to Marc embracing him. He held you too. You felt how he was shaking and you couldn’t help but to cry. None of you were ready for the events about to transpire.

You don’t remember the journey to the destination. Just that you both were at home, then at Ma’at’s tomb.

Khonshu said there was one more task to be completed in order for this ordeal to be over. The sacrifice. You already knew what had to happen, and both you and Marc were prepared.

A whole plan was set in place, just in case you could not find an alternative.

Walking inside the tomb you noticed candles were already set up. Ma’at and Khonshu were both behind the altar, chatting like old friends. When they notice the both of you walking in, they turn and you notice Ma’at grinning.

Hello my pet. She started, Are you both ready to complete the ritual?

“Wait a damn minute!” You turn your head in surprise to see Steven standing there in his suit, sans the mask. “What makes you think we would give up that easily?”

Quiet, Worm! You have no say in this matter. Khonshu stated harshly. Bring back Marc.

“No!” He screamed in return. “You can’t take them from us! This is absurd!”

You grab hold of his hand to calm him down. Steven usually only bottled emotions when he thought he was being a burden. When he overflowed though, that was a different story.

“It’s alright, love. Bring back Marc” You say calmly. It wasn’t a question but more of a demand.

His eyes fill with hurt before he nods. Everyone watches as the suit morphs into Marc’s traditional garment. Still holding his hand, you bring it up to kiss it.

“Remember the plan?” You ask.

“Meet you at the coffee shop.” He replies. Nodding your head, you step forward and clear your throat.

“Ma’at! We are ready for the ritual.”

Perfect. Leave the rest to Khonshu and I, little one.

You look at Marc questioning what that meant until you feel chains grab hold of your wrists and pull you down to your knees. You scream out of pure shock.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see him turn to run forward, but his leg was also snagged by a chain.

“Khonshu! Take this restraint off of me!” Marc yelled, trying to get back up again.

That is something I cannot do. You and I both know this cannot be helped.

“Please you stupid fucking bird!”

Language!

Watching the interaction made you more anxious than you already were. You didn’t understand why you needed restraints until you saw Ma’at approach with a long dagger.

“Wh- what is that?” You ask nervously.

“No!” You hear Marc scream in the background, but your focus was on the goddess in front of you.

This is our ceremonial dagger, Pet.

“And what is it you are going to do with it?”

Well you see, I shall make a cut on your neck so that we may extract your memory of Marc Spector.

You turn your head towards Marc and see the tears rushing down his face. In that exact moment, you realized everything you were about to lose. Your whole world. Marc, Steven, and Jake.

Tears well up in your eyes and fall down your cheeks.

“Do what you must.”

Without any hesitation, Ma’at steps foward and slices a deep cut down the center of your nect and chest. Blood begins to pour out of the wound and onto your white dress.

Ma’at waited a moment to watch the crimson blood stain the dress, then she reached through the wound and pulled a long sver string from the inside of your chest.

The memory wasn’t found in your mind, but in your heart. True love was the key to everything you had researched. If love got you here, then you knew it would be fine again if Marc ever found you.

You began to get dizzy as you watched her do this. Realizing that you may not have much time left.

Not realizing you were falling, you look up to see Marc holding you as you lay on the floor. How did he get there so quickly? What was gonna happen now?

Struggling to get one last message out, he shushes you and places his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, and woeful. This was it. Your final goodbye.

“Marc…sweet Marc” You say weakly as your vision begins to fade away. “Remember to find me in the future.”

“Baby I promise.” Tears falling silently from his eyes. “I will always look for you. Even if it takes eternity.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you too.”

It’s the last thing you hear before the darkness consumes you. Nothing like death though, just darkness. The memories of meeting Steven in that coffee shop disappear in the abyss.

You wake up a week later in the hospital. The doctor had said a man found you unconscious near a river. However, you have no recollection of even being near a river.

After a week goes by, your released from the hospital and life continues as normal. Lunch dates with your mom, spending afternoons in the park, work. How you dreaded the very thought of it.

Sometimes, though, when you looked out the window you feel as though someone was watching you. Not in a creepy way though. Like in a way a protection. A Guardian Angel perhaps?

And a Guardian Angel he was.

Epilogue

The bell to the small coffee shop dinged as a customer walked into the store. You look up from your computer to see the most gorgeous man at the counter. Grabbing your coffee, you sip mindfully as you listen to him order his drink.

“Medium black coffee, please. Maybe one sugar on the side. Thanks” His gruff voice intrigued you. It sounded almost familiar

“Can I get a name for that order?”

“Marc.”

You notice the barista smile cutely at him, as if to flirt, but his eyes divert to anywhere else in the room.

Then you lock eyes with him. It was an accident but you can’t help but hold your breath. You see his face turn white, as you both stare at each other.

‘Do I know him?’ You think as you turn your attention back to your computer. How embarrassing, you didn’t mean to stare that long. Glancing back up you see as he steals small glances at you as well.

Deciding that would be it for the day, you begin to pack up your bag. Looking back at the stranger while doing so. He waits quietly for his coffee, playing on his phone and looking up periodically.

You sigh and gather your belongings. Too focused on your things, you don’t notice the man rushing to leave as well. Bumping into him, you clumsily drop your americano down the front of his shirt and pants.

“Oh! I- I am so sorry!!” You stammer as you grab napkins from the counter. You hear a small chuckle before glancing back up.

“It’s not a problem,” He starts. “Not the first time this has happened.”

You look into his eyes to see his truthful reaction. Smiling back, you hand him some napkins.

“Please let me pay you for the trouble. The laundromat maybe?” You huff out. You definitely were gonna remember this in 10 years from the embarrassment.

“Oh, well…” He also looked embarrassed. His cheeks turned red slightly. “Maybe pay me with your company?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You blush in return, this complete stranger was really asking you out?

“Sure” He smiled. “We could make it a date.”

You smile back at the man. He seemed different, yet the familiarity of his existence was comforting.

“Great. Then it’s a Date!”

Fin

First Part - Last Part

A/N: Thank you Thank You Thank you for reading this series! This took me a very long time to write and I know it's not my best work, but I do appreciate the love and support! I really hope you enjoyed this, and I have already written a few one shots that happen after the Epilogue! Cheers!

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