Aemond Targaryen - Shadow

Aemond Targaryen - Shadow

Summary - In the bustling streets of King's Landing, a day of market escapades and a sweet surprise reveal the depth of Aemond's devotion to his wife. Their story defies the whispers and gossip of the realm, proving that true affection flourishes even in the heart of the coldest dragon.

Pairing - Aemond Targaryen x reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2267

Masterlist for Aemond • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

"Aemond, must you always look so miserable?" I teased as we strolled through the bustling markets and lively stalls of King's Landing, my arm looped through his.

He sighed, pulling me closer to his side. "I simply do not understand why we must do this ourselves. If you require anything, you know I can have it brought to you."

"But I enjoy going out myself," I insisted, stopping in front of an elderly woman's stall laden with vibrant dress fabrics and delicate laces.

Aemond frowned, his gaze dropping to my small, but growing bump. "I wish you wouldn't indulge in such whims, especially in your condition," he murmured, resting his hand protectively over our unborn child.

"If you do not start acting like you love me, I swear it, I will start weeping this instant," I threatened with a playful glint in my eye, as I sifted through a roll of golden fabric.

He arched an eyebrow, his tone softening. "I don't need to act like I love you if I already do," he countered, his voice gentle yet firm.

I handed the fabric to the vendor, her gnarled hands accepting it with a nod, and I couldn't help but smile at his words, a warmth spreading through me like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky.

"Well then," I replied, my tone brightening, "I suppose we're in perfect agreement."

"I suppose it's the chaos of the market that unsettles me," Aemond admitted, "I'd rather be certain of your safety." 

I pouted, feeling a pang of guilt at his concern. Leaning in, I pressed a quick, reassuring kiss to his cheek, hoping to lighten his worry.

The vendor soon returned, carefully folding the fabric and handing it back to me. "How much?" I asked, reaching into the small coin pouch at my side.

"For you, Princess, it is free," she said with a sweet, almost maternal smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

I shook my head, a soft laugh escaping my lips. "Nonsense," I replied, pulling out five golden coins and placing them in her hand.

The woman's eyes widened, her expression a mixture of shock and overwhelming gratitude."Oh, thank you, Princess," she said, her voice thick with emotions. "May the gods bless you and the babe."

Aemond and I began walking again, the vibrant energy of the market humming around us. He  took the fabric from my hands and passed it to Ser Arryk, who followed us with a vigilant but unobtrusive presence.

"Princess, you've paid far too much for this," Ser Arryk pointed out, his tone respectful but puzzled.

I shrugged lightly, glancing up at Aemond as he interlaced his fingers with mine. "If we can afford it, why not?" I replied, feeling a sense of contentment in the small act of kindness.

Aemond squeezed my hand gently, his gaze softening further as he looked down at me. "And now, where to?" he asked, his voice carrying a rare note of playfulness.

I paused for a moment, considering the options laid out before us in the lively market. "Perhaps the baker's," I suggested a playful glint in my eye.

Aemond chuckled, his grip on my hand tightening affectionately. "Lead the way, my love. Wherever you wish to go, I shall follow," he promised, his voice laced with warmth.

We made our way through the bustling streets to the baker's stall, the air heavy with the intoxicating aroma of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries. 

The display was a feast for the senses, with golden loaves, delicate pastries, and intricately decorated cakes all vying for attention. I couldn't resist the temptation and began picking out various treats, my eyes gleaming with delight as I selected a mix of sweet and savoury goods.

As the baker carefully wrapped my selections, I stepped to the side, my attention caught by a small cluster of cats lounging lazily in the warm sun by the side of the stall. 

Without a second thought, I dropped to the ground, the soft fabric of my dress pooling around me as I reached out to pet them. The cats responded instantly, purring contentedly as they nuzzled into my touch. 

I laughed softly, completely lost in the simple joy of the moment as I caressed their soft fur, marvelling at how they responded to my affection.

"Princess, your dress!" my handmaiden gasped, her voice filled with concern as she rushed to my side, her eyes wide with worry. "You'll ruin it!"

I looked up at her with a lighthearted smile, still stroking the contented cats. "It's alright," I reassured her gently, "I have others."

My handmaiden hesitated, clearly torn between her duty to maintain my dignity and her understanding of my spontaneous nature. Finally, she sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips as she watched me continue to pet the cats.

Aemond stood a few paces away, his tall figure casting a shadow over us, but his expression was anything but dark. He watched me with a gaze so full of love and adoration that it seemed to soften his sharp features, a rare vulnerability shining in his eye. 

His usual stern demeanour was nowhere to be seen, instead, he looked utterly captivated, as if seeing me in this unguarded moment deepened his affection for me even further.

Finally, I tore myself away from the cats, rising from the ground with Aemond's hand extended to help me up. I dusted off my dress, smiling up at him as I did so. 

"Do you like cats?" Aemond asked, his voice curious, yet tinged with a softness that was rarely heard.

I looked at him incredulously, surprised that he didn't already know. "I love them," I confessed, a wistful smile playing on my lips. 

"When I was younger, I begged my mother to let me keep one, but she never allowed it. She was afraid they would distract me from my duties, that I'd spend more time with them than attending to my responsibilities."

Aemond's expression softened further, a thoughtful look crossing his face as we began our walk back to the Red Keep. 

"Mhm, I see," he replied, his tone nonchalant, but I could sense the wheels turning in his mind as the familiar walls of the Keep came into view.

As we reached the entrance, I turned to him, smiling softly. "I'm going to change, my love. I'll see you later," I said, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips before stepping away with a little wave.

He watched me go, his gaze lingering as my handmaiden and I started chatting animatedly about the gown that would be made from the gold fabric we had just purchased. 

We made our way through the corridors, our laughter echoing faintly as we envisioned the intricate designs and fine details that would soon bring the fabric to life.

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Later that evening, I sat in our chambers, the room dimly lit by the warm glow of candles. My handmaiden was gently braiding my hair, her fingers deftly working as we prepared for bed. The tranquillity of the moment was soothing, the quiet hum of the Keep's night settling around us.

The door to our chambers opened softly, and I heard it close just as quietly. "Aemond?" I called out, not needing to turn around to know it was him.

"Yes, darling," he replied, his voice filled with a tender affection that made my heart flutter. 

My handmaiden finished the braid, tying it off with a delicate ribbon before giving me a small nod and excusing herself for the night.

Aemond strolled up behind me, his presence warm and comforting. He leaned down to place a quick, affectionate kiss in my hair, the familiar scent of him enveloping me as I turned to meet his gaze. 

His eye was alight with amusement, a rare smile playing on his lips.

"I have something for you," he said, his hands hidden behind his back, the hint of a playful grin on his face.

My curiosity piqued, I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I asked, but before he could answer, I heard a faint, delicate whimper. My eyes widened in surprise as he slowly revealed what he had been hiding.

In his hands was a small, grey, fluffy kitten, its big eyes blinking up at me innocently. 

"She's yours to keep," Aemond said, his voice softening even more as he watched my reaction.

I gasped in delight, immediately reaching out to take the little bundle of fluff from him. The kitten was light as a feather in my hands, her soft fur brushing against my fingers as I brought her up to my face, inhaling the sweet, milky scent that only a kitten possesses.

"She's adorable," I murmured, my heart swelling with affection as I gently rested the tiny creature on my bump. The kitten settled in comfortably, her small, contented purrs vibrating against me as I stroked her with tender fingers.

Aemond watched me with an expression of pure love, his eye reflecting the warmth and joy of the moment. 

"I knew you would love her," he said quietly, his voice filled with satisfaction as he saw how happy the kitten made me.

I looked up at him, my eyes shining with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Aemond. She's perfect," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly.

The kitten's purring grew louder as she nestled against me, already content in her new home. 

Aemond sat beside me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders as we both watched the kitten explore her new surroundings, her tiny paws padding across the bed.

"What will you name her?" he asked, his voice gentle as he turned his gaze from the kitten to me. I paused, a faint smile playing on my lips as I considered his question.

After a moment of thought, I turned to him, the smile widening as I made my decision.

"Vhagar," I declared, watching as Aemond's face fell. He glanced from the kitten back to me, his expression caught between disbelief and amusement.

"What? Both our pets can share the same name," I teased, nudging him playfully with my elbow.

Aemond shook his head, his lips twitching as he struggled to maintain a serious expression. 

"Vhagar is not a pet, she is a dragon, a fearsome one at that," he countered, his tone laced with a mixture of pride and incredulity. "And that little creature right there is nowhere near as terrifying as her," he added, pointing at the kitten.

As if on cue, the kitten leapt up, her tiny claws latching onto his finger with surprising determination. Aemond blinked, momentarily taken aback, and I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Hey, don't talk about her like that," I said, gently prying the kitten from his finger and placing her back on my bump, where she settled down with a contented meow. 

I stroked her soft fur, feeling her tiny heartbeat against me, a protective instinct rising within me.

Aemond raised an eyebrow, a smile finally breaking through his composed facade. 

"What about Shadow?" he suggested, his voice softening as he watched me cradle the kitten.

I considered the name for a moment, glancing down at the little ball of fluff that was now dozing peacefully on my lap. 

"Shadow," I repeated, testing the name on my tongue. It felt right, a fitting name for a creature who was small and quiet, yet already held a special place in my heart.

"I like it," I decided, looking back up at Aemond with a smile. "Shadow it is."

Aemond's eye softened, the corners of his mouth lifting in a tender smile as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. "Shadow it is," he echoed, his voice a low murmur, filled with affection.

Aemond's kisses trailed down my neck, each one sending a shiver of warmth through me as he gently pushed my body back onto the bed. His intentions were clear, the familiar hunger in his touch unmistakable. But just as his lips grazed my collarbone, I placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back.

"Not in front of Shadow," I whispered, nodding toward the tiny kitten, her soft purring barely audible.

Aemond paused, his lips hovering just inches from my skin, his expression shifting from passionate to utterly bewildered. He pulled back slightly, his eye widening in disbelief as he looked from me to the kitten and back again. 

The look on his face was a perfect mix of surprise and incredulity as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a giggle at his reaction. The absurdity of the situation was almost too much to bear, but I couldn't help but find it endearing. 

Aemond let out a dramatic huff, clearly resigned to the whims of our tiny observer. He gently lifted the kitten placing her carefully on the floor beside us.

He then turned his attention back to me, he reached out, his hands deftly guiding me as he manoeuvred our positions. With a swift, yet gentle motion, he pulled me on top of him, arranging us comfortably as he settled back onto the bed.

"There," he said with a note of triumph in his voice, his eye glinting with a mix of amusement and affection. "Now Shadow isn't watching."

After a thoughtful pause, I nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across my face. "You're right," I replied, my tone light and teasing.

With that, I leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Aemond's lips. The kiss was tender and filled with affection, a sweet affirmation of our connection. 

As our lips met, I felt the warmth of his love enveloping me, his arms encircling me as if to hold me in that perfect moment forever.

A/n -Welcome back Margaery Tyrell x

They are so ethereal and handsome and pretty and just WOW

they all look so good. something in that japanese air.

📸 - tinyzoo

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I just love the idea of 2/3 of the boys loving you and the third slowly falling inlove with you too. That's my cup of tea right there. I enjoyed this fic so much.

Open My Eyes - Moon Knight 🌙✨

Pairings: Moon Boy System x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut(tish), Action

Summary: Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?

Warnings: smutty themes, reader first is sceptical about the boi's DID, swearing, fire, and my questionable ability to write. Also it's looooooong. And it's also probably full of errors.

A/N: So this was supposed to be about the trope "Jake and Steven love you, but Marc hates you" but for the life of me I couldn't write Marc as an asshole, so he's just a pining little meow meow 🥺 This also became a fic about how you became each bois' girlfriend, which was totally not in my intention to explain but oh well.

Forever tags: @jake-g-lockley @hot-mess-express1 @this-is-me19

Marc and Layla's relationship was doomed from the start. Marc's life was surronded by tragedy from a very young age and it was because of a tragedy why him and Layla met in the first place. Even if she was able to make him forget the bad times, it was only momentary, the darkness of the past and the devastating chain of events that led him to her always hung above their heads like a dark cloud, ready to pour heavy rain on them in any moment.

Everytime Marc felt just a spark of joy in her presence, the memories of her father's demise terorrized him, making him wonder if he indeed married her out of true love or in hopes to redeem himself.

He cared about her, deeply. He cared about her enough to make the right choice and leave her, for her own safety, even if it meant breaking her heart. It hurt him. It hurt him bad, but he knew he made the right decision. Maybe this was his fate. Living alone - well, if you don't count the alters in his head - and watching over others, protecting them. Serving the greater good selflessly, putting other people's needs before his own.

Too bad Jake and Steven didn't see it the same way.

It didn't happen fast. It wasn't like in movies where the main hero looked at the heroine and fell in love at first sight.

You called for a cab and Jake happened to be the one to pick you up on a rainy day. It wasn't anything extraordinary. Small talk during the ride and you exited with a grateful smile, leaving a nice tip.

Problems started when you got into his taxi more and more times. Leaving for work when you were late for the bus, leaving from work when the weather was cruel. Catching a taxi to meet a friend at a restaurant for lunch. Waving at one after you decided it was time to leave the party your co-workers invited you to.

More often than not it was Jake who picked you up and soon he gave you his number to call him directly when you needed a ride. You were kind-hearted and easy to talk to, and he liked having regulars. It made his job feel less like a job, it was like driving friends around the town.

Jake was parking near the train station when he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw the notification of a text message with your name.

'Please save me 🙏'

He chuckled and immediately answered to your plea, asking what was the problem. It was an early Wednesday afternoon so the chances that he had to pick you up from a failed date were low.

'Mom and her sister are getting on my nerves. They want to meet my boyfriend.'

Jake didn't count himself as the dramatic type, but he swore his heart stopped beating for a solid five seconds when he read your text.

You... had a boyfriend? But the dates you went to...?

'Mom is always on my ass cause my younger sister is already married and has a kid. So I lied to her a few months ago that I'm seeing someone. And now she wants to meet him!'

The relieved sigh Jake let out amused Steven, but it worried Marc. This was not good.

'Seems to me you should've called an escort service and not your fave cabbie 😌' - Jake wrote his reply.

There was a pause before you sent a text again.

'That's right, you're my favourite cabbie 🥺💖'

The giddy expression on Jake's face soon turned into suspicion when you didn't send anything else. His eyes narrowed as his mind worked. Then his eyes snapped open. He's gonna kick your ass for almost making him suffer through two heart attacks in five minutes.

'No.' - he replied simply.

'Just a quick dinner with my mom and aunt!'

'No.'

'Pretty please? 🥺💖 Do you wanna lose your favourite customer? 🤧'

'Is that a threat?'

'Yes. Is it working?'

'No.'

There was another pause before you replied.

'Okay. Always knew you were a pussy. I just ask someone else.'

Jake's jaw dropped, while Steven snickered at him from the rearview mirror. Marc decided to not show himself. It's not like he didn't like you, but he didn't want this to turn into something more than a friendship.

Jake pressed the call button next to your name. That was one thing that you called him a pussy, but the uneasy feeling that filled his chest when he pictured you with some other man acting all lovey-dovey was slowly eating him up from the inside.

So that's how the boys found themselves waiting outside your flat to pick you up in their black 1967 Ford Mustang.

When the door to your building opened, Jake's breath caught in his throat, which happened more and more often in the past few weeks, much to Marc's dismay. You were wearing a cute burgundy red skirt that reached your mid thighs, a light cream coloured knitted button up cardigan, black stockings with small polka dots and black boots.

'Earth to Jake! Open the door for her!' - Steven urged him and Jake quickly got out of the car and walked to the other side just when you reached it.

He didn't miss the way your eyes took in his appearence. He was wearing black pants, a dark blue button up shirt and a black blazer.

"Te ves hermosa como siempre, mi vida." - Jake said with a smile. - "Beautiful as always." - he translated minus the nickname, and gently took your hand while he opened the car door with his other.

"Always the gentleman." - you beamed up at him. - "You look good too. My mom and auntie will approve." - you winked at him as you sat inside and Jake's smile grew to twice its size as he closed the door and walked to the other side.

He didn't know why that made him so happy. It was just a one time thing. You were just pretending to be dating for tonight. It hadn't even begun yet, but Jake already wished the night never ended.

"Hmm, do I tip you this well?" - you asked as you caressed the inside of the car's door and Jake laughed at the hidden compliment.

"Well, I am your favourite cabbie, aren't I?" - he asked back as he started driving.

"Debatable. Ask me after the night ends." - you said and when Jake looked at you with his ever present smile since he saw you, he felt himself suck his lower lip between his teeth when he saw the expression on your face.

You two liked bickering and to tease each other, sprinkled with some easy flirting for fun. But the suggestive smile you presented him in that moment made his whole body buzz with excitement. So much that even Steven and Marc could feel it.

'Are we completely sure this is 'fake' dating? Cause damn, mate.' - Steven fanned himself.

When Jake felt his cheeks grow hot he looked back to watch the road with a little shake of his head, smirk never fading, especially when he heard your chuckle.

"So, is there anything I should know about you mom and auntie?"

"Ugh, you're gonna love them. And it's not even sarcasm. They like to roast me just like you."

"Mi amor, I would never...!"

"Everytime you saw my dates you questioned my taste in men, Jake." - you said with humor in your voice.

Jake snorted.

"That's because all of them looked complete fucking morons." - he said under his breath.

"See?! You're doing it again!"

"No! I mean...! Escucha..." - Jake tried to calm down when he realized he got caught. - "That's because it's so damn obvious you're way out of their league. You could do better."

You snorted and Jake's brows furrowed. He knew you didn't think highly of yourself. You didn't believe you could find a better job, you didn't believe you were beautiful, you didn't believe you were funny, or entertaining. In his opinion you were a gem among women, and he thought everybody who didn't see that was an idiot.

"Like who?" - you asked with a raised eyebrow.

'Like us, duh!' - Steven answered in the mirror and Jake shoot him a glare.

"I don't know. Just not... them."

You sighed frustrated, and Jake dropped the subject.

"So... anything else besides that all three of us find great pleasure in making you suffer?" - he looked at you and smiled again when he saw the corner of your lip curved upwards.

"Well... Mom likes those sappy soap operas that you watch too..."

"Dios mio... Am I your mom?" - Jake cut you off and you laughed.

"I bet you are in another univerese. My auntie is a big history nerd, but she's fun too."

'Oh my god.' - Steven said from the mirror. - 'Am I her auntie?'

"She couldn't really seem to find one intelligent boyfriend in my dating history. It's a little bit harder to impress her."

"Oh really?" - Jake asked in a low voice as he eyed Steven with mischief behind his eyes.

"Yeah. That's mom's house!" - you pointed at one at the end of the street.

'I don't like that look, mate.' - Steven said with narrowed eyes.

"Just a moment, carino." - Jake said as you both climbed out of the car and he went to the trunk and opened it. - "Vamos, it's Steven o'clock!"

'What? No!'

"She asked us to pretend to be her boyfriend, we gotta impress them!"

'You can impress her mom with your knowledge of sappy TV shows!'

"Steven it's much easier if I help you out with soap opera characters, than you trying to explain the family tree of some horny incestuous pharaoh to me!" - Jake whispered harshly.

'Bloody hell!'

You jumped a little when the trunk door shut loudly and Jake looked at you with a nervous smile, lifting up two beautiful boquets of flowers.

"Oh, 50 points to Gryffindor!" - you finger gunned him as you walked to the door.

"Gotta impress, the future in-laws, yeah?"

You frowned, but couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you.

"What's with the accent?"

"Women love Brittish lads, don't you, darling?" - he asked with a wink, and to your surprise you felt your cheeks heat up and you had to look away when he smirked.

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"But seriously, that was amazing! Or should I say: 'That was bloody brilliant, mate!'" - you faked a Brittish accent, making Jake laugh. - "How did you do it?" - you asked as he walked you to your door.

"Maybe I like watching Downton Abbey too." - Jake said as he leaned against the wall with his shoulder as he watched you fish out the keys from your bag.

You giggled louder and looked up at him.

"My mom and auntie love you. My phone is blowing up with their messages ever since we left!" - you said as you pulled it out of your pocket to show him the notifications.

"Really? What are they saying?" - he asked as he tried to see, but you put it back.

"It doesn't really matter."

"Why?"

"Well, before I asked you to do this, I already knew it is just gonna be a one-time thing. In the next couple of weeks we're gonna break up or you get hit by a bus. I haven't really decided yet."

Jake tried to hide his disappointment and focused on the coversation.

"Get hit by a bus? Do I really deserve that after what I just did for you?" - he lifted an eyebrow.

His heart started to beat faster when he saw your sparkling eyes examine his face, taking quite a long time staying on his lips.

'We should go home, Jake. You have an early shift tomorrow.'

'Shut up, Marc.' - Steven warned, as he eagerly waited to see where this was going.

Jake and him knew Marc was awfully careful to not get close to anyone, ever since the divorce with Layla. They respected it, keeping women at arms lenght themselves, wanting to give Marc time to cope. But the divorce happened last year. He can't really ask them to stay alone forever, right?

"Maybe you can convince me otherwise." - you said as you licked your lips.

Jake slowly moved closer to you, trapping your body between his and your door. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing second, and Jake moved his hand to caress the outer side your thigh through your stockings, fingertips teasing you ever so gently, while he bent his head to the side.

"And how do I do that, princesa?"

He felt your breathing quicken, just like his. The autumn air was chilly, but both of your bodies were burning like it was the middle of summer. The heat was starting to get unbearable and Jake wanted nothing more in that moment than to rip away all of your clothes and relieve the tension between his legs, which was throbbing harder and harder for you.

"It's not midnight yet. Technically you're still my boyfriend." - you panted as you slightly lifted your face towards his, while you put your hands on his chest.

"Does that mean I can do this?" - he asked and leaned down.

You thought that he was going to kiss you, but he pushed his forehead against yours, as his hand travelled from the outside of your thigh to between your legs. His fingertips caressed their way up on the inside of your thigh painfully slowly, until he met your panties through the stockings and he suddenly rubbed it harshly.

The action made you jump and you gasped, your hot breath hitting Jake's face as he put his other hand around your throat, being careful to not apply any pressure.

"Does it?" - he asked in a harsh whisper and you whimpered out a weak yes before you pulled his head down roughly and kissed him desperately.

He swallowed your moans hungrily as he rubbed your pussy harder and faster. One of your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to pull it away in a weak attempt.

"Jake, we're still outside."

"Open the door then, before I fuck you through it."

Your legs literally trembled at his words, while your pussy clenched hard around nothing. A new wave of arousal washed through you and you grabbed his shoulders hard, jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Kinda wanna see you try." - you whispered before you kissed him again.

He growled as his fingers dig into your thighs deeply. Damn, if you keep talking back like that he's gonna cum before the fun even started.

"Gimme those." - he yanked the keys out of your hand.

He was holding you up with one hand, while his hips were grinding into yours, pushing you into your door.

His belt buckle was rubbing you just the right way and you squeezed Jake's body more with your arms and legs, trying to muffle your moans as you sucked on the skin of his neck.

"Which one, doll?" - he panted, as he felt you curl around him more and more.

While Jake fumbled with the keys, you started to grind harder against him.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna cum?" - he asked as you threw your head back, not giving a shit about how loudly it banged in the quiet night.

Jake started to roll his hips into you harder as he watched your face, eyes closed in pleasure, mouth hanging open as your moans started to get louder. He quickly put his hand over your mouth.

"Oh, you're gonna cum. Sí, just a little more. Sí, cum for papí." - a huge smile appeared on his face when your whole body trembled in his arms and you moaned into his hand, riding out your orgasm as he helped you move.

He chuckled when you collapsed in his arms and after the third try he found the right key.

"I got you, muneca." - he said as he carried you inside and kicked the door shut, turning the lock once. - "Bedroom?"

You weakly lifted your arm and pointed to a direction.

He gently laid you down on your bed and pulled down your boots.

"Can I undress you?"

You bit your lip as you smiled. A few minutes ago he told you that he's gonna fuck you through your door, then he actually made you cum right outside, and now he's asking if he can undress you.

"Is it midnight yet?"

Jake smiled as he looked at the clock and he kicked down his shoes and pulled off his blazer. He answered your question with a shake of his head and climbed on top of you.

"Maybe you're not gonna get hit buy a bus." - you whispered as he started leaving soft kisses around your neck.

He chuckled and looked up at you.

"Gracias, mi amor." - he nuzzled your nose. - "Only one question remained." - he said as he gently grabbed your wrist and held them above your head. - "Are we gonna break up?"

"I don't know yet. Will you fuck me to find out?"

"With pleasure." - Jake leaned down to kiss you, then he heard Steven's annoyed voice in his head.

'Just for the record, I should be the one shagging her right now.'

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Jake was a nervous wreck. You were only dating him for three weeks, but he wanted to tell you about his condition. He didnt want to wait longer, until things turn more serious and it turns out that you don't want to be with a mentally ill person, which honestly had a very high possibility. He wouldn't blame you though. Neither would Steven or Marc.

Marc was even convinced that you're gonna run for the hills when you hear the news. He warned the boys ever since the first night you've spent with Jake that it wasn't a good idea, that they're just exposing themselves for a heartbreak. Marc was co-fronting a lot of times while Jake drove you around in his taxi, and he honestly thought you were a breath of fresh air, but he didn't know why your friendship wasn't enough for Jake and Steven.

Steven. He was so excited when Jake and you got together. He wanted you too. He wanted a girlfriend too who he can love and who loved him back. This was like with Layla all over again. A woman he never met before gave him divorce papers and he refused to sign them just because he could finally have someone he could call his. Steven was in love with the concept of being in love and he wanted it so much he was ready to get hurt again and again until he finds the right one.

And he thought the boys found the right one in you. Marc sometimes wished he could be that optimistic as him, but he felt more comfortable behind his walls he built around himself. Even this way he knew it still gonna hurt him when you send them away.

Jake knocked on your door and mirrored your annoyed expression when you opened it.

"Oh, it's you again." - you said disappointed.

"Unfortunately."

"Just wonderful."

"Peachy."

"Fucker."

"Puta."

You narrowed your eyes, then suddenly burst out laughing and hugged him tightly.

'You guys are so weird.' - Steven commented, but Jake could hear the longing in his voice.

"Missed me, mi vida?" - Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, peppering your neck with kisses.

Maybe it was the last time he could do it. The tought made him hug you to him stronger.

"Not at all." - you purred and kissed him deeply as he walked inside and shut the door.

He smiled and carried you to the couch where he put you down and he sat down too, facing you.

"You wanted to talk?" - you asked as you let him take both of your hands in his.

"Sí." - he replied, watching how small your hands looked in his as he played with your fingers.

Your smile slowly disappeared as you watched him. He had a far away look on his face. He looked sad.

"You're breaking up with me." - you said and cursed yourself inside your head when you felt tears well up in your eyes.

His head snapped up to look at you.

"Que?! No, no, no, no, no! Princesa, I'm not breaking up with you! Why would you think that, mi amor?!" - he asked and he cupped your face with one hand when he saw your tears.

"Because you said on the phone that you wanted to speak and you sat me down on the couch and avoid looking at me! You know... like someone who is about to tell you they wanna break up!"

"Silly girl." - he leaned in and kissed your lips softly. - "You're absolutely perfect. I'm the luckiest man in town to have you."

You wiped a tear away, when you felt yourself calm down a little.

"Only in town?"

Jake chuckled and kissed you again.

"In the whole universe."

"Oh, you're too kind." - you twirled your hair acting shy, and Jake laughed again, harder.

You always made him laugh. He's gonna miss that.

'Stop that, mate. It's gonna be fine.' - Steven said reassuringly.

Jake caressed your shoulder, his touch lingering a few seconds more than usual.

"I think I'm just gonna say it." - Jake started as he stood up to put a little space between you two. The last thing he wanted is to make you feel uncomfortable. - "I have a mental illness." - he said and looked at you to see your reaction.

You looked surprised first, then worried. You waited for him to continue.

"It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder."

You licked your lips nervously before you spoke with a small shake of your head.

"I never heard of that. What's that?"

Jake took in a deep breath, then gulped. You were still listening. Good.

"It's a bit complicated. Basically... I have multiple identities."

The expression on your face was unreadable.

"Meaning...?"

"Well, in my case... there are three of us. In one body."

"Three of you..." - you repeated quietly as you looked down, trying to process the information.

"Sí. Remember last Friday when I was supposed to pick you up from work? And I texted that I can't, because I had to go take care of some official business. That wasn't me. Marc took the body, because he got a call from the bank and had to take care of it."

You looked at him confused. Jake heart sank when he recognized something else. Doubt.

"Took the body? What? Okay. You could've have just said you wanted to break up." - you huffed.

"Princesa. I'm telling the truth."

"Yeah right." - you stood up. - "You know, I was dumped before. They always told me the same 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit, but wow, you took it to the next level." - you said, cold. Defensive.

"Why are you still so convinced that you're not worthy of others' love?" - Jake asked, sounding desperate. - "This is the exact reason I'm telling you this now! I didn't want you to find it out later, before our feeli..." - Jake cut himself off and pushed a hand through his hair. - "I'm giving you an option now."

"Wow, thanks a lot! So you're twisting it to make it seem like it's my decision to end this!"

Jake felt like someone reached inside his chest, grabbed his heart and started mercilessly squeezing it. He was aware of the possibility that you won't wanna see him again after this, but it hurt much worse when you said it out loud. What made it more terrible that you believed that he was lying. That what he told you was just an excuse to push you away.

"You know... I thought I deserved more. Especially from you! We were... friends first, Jake! And then you got what you wanted, had some fun, then got bored with me and now you give me this over the top story to make me leave?!"

"I'm not lying to you! I'm ill! I have two other people living in my head, why the fuck would I make that up?! You already met one of them!" - Jake started to get defensive too. He couldn't believe you thought so low of him.

"Oh, yeah? When?" - you mocked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"The night we were at your mom's! The brittish guy?!"

He saw as your skeptical look changed as you eyed him. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head. Hope slowly started to spread through his chest. Then it all drifted away when you started laughing.

"Do you really think I buy that? God, just the... nerve of you!" - you said frustrated, then you took in a shaky breath. - "You know what? Get out. I give you what you want. You're free..." - you said as your voice quieted down and Jake saw as tears welled up in your eyes.

Jake could fucking murder someone. He balled his hands into fists at his sides to try to calm himself down. It's not just that you didn't believe him. It's also the reason why you didn't believe him. He didn't know what happened to you in the past that made you think so lowly of yourself that you thought you don't deserve honesty, that you don't deserve to be treated like an equal human being like the rest. It angered him the most. Something happened that fucked you up so much that you couldn't see love even when it was right in front of you. He offered his heart to you on a plate and you pushed it back, even when he tried to make it so obvious in the past three weeks how he felt for you.

'It's time to go, Jake.' - Marc said in his head.

He sounded... sympatethic. He knew what it felt like. He warned Jake about it. He warned Steven about it. Steven. Jake couldn't hear him now, but he knew he saw everything. He was equally scared and excited to tell you about their condition. He was scared you won't accept them, but Steven was so into you now that he was ready to risk it all. He told Jake about how much he wanted to front again in your presence, how much he wanted to hold your hand himself. To hug you. To kiss you.

And now all of his hopes were gone. All of their hopes were gone.

When Jake felt the tears coming, he turned around without a word and walked out.

When you heard the quiet click of the door closing, you let out a sob and fall back on the couch.

-----

Jake called in sick the same afternoon. He gave the body to Marc to do whatever the fuck he wanted. He didn't give a shit. All he cared about was to not feel as his heart was ripped out of his chest everytime his mind played that day on repeat in his head.

Five days have passed and Marc started to feel tired. He wasn't used to operating the body for this long, especially while doing 'night shifts' for Khonshu but for Jake and Steven he had to stay strong. It wasn't much of a help that they even refused to co-front, the silence in his head was something he was not used to. So most of the time the apartment was filled with music, and he made sure all of the boys' favourite songs were on the playlist.

He understood them though. He did the same after Layla and him split ways. He sometimes even disappeared when they were still together. He was glad Jake and Steven had the courage to reveal their condition to you, something Marc wasn't able to do to Layla. It was better this way. As Jake said it was better if they did it sooner. Marc understood it better than anyone else what it was like to be in a relationship that was based on lies.

Marc tapped his foot and bobbed his head to the music while he looked around the kitchen counters and fridge with a pencil and notepad in his hand. He was making a list on what he needed to buy when he's gonna go to the store later.

'Don't forget the beer. I know you drank mine.'

"Jesus fuck!" - Marc jumped when he heard Jake's voice in his head after almost a week of silence. - "You scared the shit outta me, bro." - he said as he scribbled down Jake's favourite beer brand.

'I can sense you are tired. Want me to take over?'

Ever the protector.

"It's alright, buddy. I'm just not used to it."

Marc turned around surprised when there was a knock on the door. It was so quiet, he almost didn't hear it.

'Expecting someone?'

"No."

This time Jake took control over the body without question, which Marc was grateful for. Even if it was just some random neighbour, he didn't feel like dealing with them. It's not like he was blasting the music like last time.

When Jake looked in the peephole, he had to put both hands against the door to steady himself. He pulled away and looked down, dozens of emotions rushing through him wave after wave.

'Open the door!'

This time it was him who jumped when he heard Steven's desperate voice.

Jake took in a few calming breaths, unlocked the door then he felt like the wind was knocked out of him when he opened it and he saw you. Were you always this breathtakingly beautiful?

It's not like you were wearing anything fancy. Light blue jeans, a black oversized sweater and white sneakers. No make-up, and now that he took a better look at you, he saw that your eyes were red. Were you crying?

His suspicion was confirmed when you waved awkwardly at him as greeting and you sniffled.

"Hi."

"Hi." - he breathed back, unable to do anything else.

Why were you here?

"I know I'm probably the last person on Earth you want to see now, but uh... I just wanted to apologize." - you said as your voice gave out, but you cleared your throat, gulped big and tried to find your next words. - "You told me something that was very private, and I know it's something that you wouldn't share with just anyone. You... uh... trusted me with this... very important thing, you shared it with me and there was no reason at all for me to react to it how I did. I was insensitive and just... such a fucking asshole? So uhm... I just wanted you to know that it wasn't in my intention to hurt you and I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything... Well, it's not entirely true, cause in that moment I wanted to fucking kick your ass, but that was just because I was confused and hurt and yeah... Stupid. Very, very stupid, which you should be used to by now, but I betrayed your trust and hurt you and I am truly very sorry for not letting you explain. Wow, I'm crying again." - you said as you buried your face in your hands and wiped your eyes and nose furiously before you looked back up at... wait which one of them were you talking to? - "Oh god! You're Jake, right? Or one of the other guys? Marc, was it? I don't remember Jake tellig me the other name, but holy fuck I'm so sorry?! God, you probably don't even know who I am! Jesus, I'm so sorry! I should've texted first or something! Or I shouldn't have come here at all... Wow, uhm. Sorry! I'm gonna just..." - you pointed towards the lift, as you took a step behind and that's what broke Jake out of his trance.

"Why are you here?"

You gulped as you looked into his eyes. God, you missed his voice. Missed his presence. Just the fact that you could see him made you feel so warm.

"To apologize."

"Why did you want to apologize?"

You frowned. Did they... switch or something? Are you talking to another alter? You just explained it to him.

"Because I acted like an ass and..." - you stopped and gulped when he walked closer.

"Why did you want to apologize?"

Your hands started to shake as you stared up into his chocolate brown eyes. So warm.

"Because I..." - you stopped and wiped another wave of tears away from your eyes.

"Sí, princesa?" - he stepped closer, cupping your face with one of his hands.

It was him.

"Jake." - you breathed as you slowly slipped your hand into his other one at his side.

A small smile appeared on his face, and when he blinked a teardrop rolled down on his cheek.

"I love you." - you confessed and Jake's smile widened.

"Apology accepted." - he leaned down and kissed you.

You let go of his hand and got on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him back. You smiled when he circled his arms around your waist and lifted you up.

You pulled away from the kiss, but pressed your forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry." - you told him again.

"Already told you, mi vida. It's okay. What matters is that you're here now." - he whispered as he closed his eyes and breathed in your scent. - "I missed you."

"I missed you too. So much."

"Then why did it took so damn long for you to come here?"

You chuckled and pecked his lips.

"We're gonna talk about it outside?"

"Oh." - Jake put you down and grabbed your hand, leading you inside the apartment.

He closed the door and walked to the couch with you. When he sat down and you wanted to sit next to him, he pulled you in his lap, making you sit on him sideways and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple, then he let you push your face into his neck.

"Well, after you left I cried for hours." - you started and felt him hug you stronger. - "Then I started using my nut sized brain."

"Your brain is not nut sized." - Jake scolded you.

"It must be, otherwise I wouldn't have acted like how I did."

"Doll, stop it. We knew it was a possibility that you won't take our condition... well."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and smiled softly at him.

"What?" - he asked as he slowly started caressing your arm.

"You spoke in plural." - you said, smile widening.

Jake's eyes widened, embarrassed. Did it bother you?

"Sorry. It's just a thing each of us do sometimes."

"No, no, no. It's cute."

Jake looked down as he felt his cheeks heat up, then he lifted his eyes back to yours. He looked so soft.

You caressed his face and continued.

"So uhm. When I calmed down a little I started thinking about that night when we had dinner with my mom and auntie. Is Marc the Brittish guy?"

"No, mi vida. That's Steven. Marc's American."

"Steven." - you repeated the name, and unbeknownst to you Steven smiled, liking the way it sounded in your voice. - "So, when I was thinking about that night, I realized that it wasn't just the accent that changed. The way he talked, his body language, his facial expressions... Everything was so different from yours. At that time I just thought it was an act, but when you told me he was one of the other guys, it actually made sense. It just didn't really click at first. Then I used good old friend google and started reading about DID. I know, I know, not the best source of information when you wanna learn about illnesses and stuff, but I needed something to help me understand. Then uh... when I realized you may have told me the truth I was..."

"Sad? Devastated?" - Jake guessed when you trailed off.

"Butthurt." - you nodded to yourself in confirmation and Jake started laughing. His deep, genuine belly laugh. It made you smile.

"You know I'm a proud woman, Lockley, shut up." - you playfully smacked his shoulder.

"That you are, muneca." - he kissed your face. He missed it when you made him laugh. He missed rewarding you with a kiss for it.

"So I spent the next day licking my wounds. And the day after it. And the day after it."

Jake continued to chuckle. Both of you were hurting in the past few days, but it gave him relief that you were finally back in his arms. He felt so content in that moment with you.

"Meanwhile I was missing you. I wanted to apologize, wanted to call you or text you or something, but after how I acted I knew you wouldn't wanna do anything with me anymore."

"That's not true, baby. I wasn't angry. Well, not completely true... But I was... disappointed mostly. It hurt that you thought I was lying. It made me think that you didn't trust me in the first place."

"I know." - you hugged him and he caressed your back, while leaving small kisses in your hair. - "I'm fucked up. I just don't really believe that good things can happen to me. Then you came along and I finally started to think otherwise then... yeah." - you pulled away to look at him. - "I'm so sorry, baby."

Jake smiled and pushed his forehead to yours. He couldn't express it in words how much it meant to him that you came here and apologized to him. Especially this many times. But he just wanted to forget that fight ever happened and he wanted to focus on the good things from now on.

"Stop that, muneca. I forgave you already. You could push me in front of a bus and I would forgive you." - you started laughing at the refernece and Jake's heart soared. - "Te amo también."

You let out a sound between a sob and laugh and you kissed him again. Just when it started to turn more heated, Jake heard Steven clear his throat.

"Right." - he pulled away and pecked your cheek. - "Uhm, we don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, you can totally say no. But uh... Steven wants to front. He had a great time during that dinner and he was wondering if you'd wanna meet him officially."

You smiled big and nodded excitedly.

"Yeah. I had a great time too. He's funny."

"Careful, doll. You're making me jealous." - Jake warned playfully.

"Yeah? What if I tell you for the performance he gave that night I think he should've been the one I reward." - you winked.

'Thank you!' - Steven said pointedly.

Jake smirked.

"Don't give him ideas, doll."

You kissed his lips quickly then climbed down from his lap and onto the couch, but you stayed close to him.

"Okay, ready." - you beamed up at him.

Jake winked at you and he looked away for a few seconds then his expression changed to a very excited one.

"Hello!" - he looked at you with a big smile and you giggled at the very visible contrast between the two men.

Steven's eyes radiated joy and his whole body language changed, even when he was just sitting.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

"Likewise, love."

"You left quite an impression on my mom and auntie, good job!"

"Did my best. I like them too." - he admitted.

"Good to hear. We can visit them more in the future, if you want to."

Steven's ears perked up.

"That would be lovely! Although, I must admit... I was wondering... if you'd want to of course... to... maybe... have dinner with me sometime? You know... just the two of us?"

You tilted your head in curiosity then your eyes widened when realization hit you.

"You're... You're asking me out on a date?"

Steven nodded as he bit his lip nervously. God, he was adorable.

"I... I don't know... I mean..."

"It's okay, love. Was just askin..." - Steven said as his shoulders shrank.

"No! I mean, I'd love to!" - you admitted and he beamed at you again. - "It's just... I'm kinda... dating Jake. Sorry, I don't know how this works." - you shook your head embarrassed.

Steven took your hands in his and squeezed them reassuringly.

"You can stay exclusive with Jake. But he's completely okay with... you know... if you like me too..."

"Oh. O-okay. Wow, okay, yeah. A date sounds good." - you smiled, feeling your cheeks grow hot. Steven chuckled and kissed the back of both of your hands.

"Wonderful, darling. I'll give you back to Jake. For now." - he added with a wink and he smirked when you gasped.

"Hombre's getting too good at this." - Jake shook his head annoyed, then he looked in your eyes. - Mi amor, there's another little thing you should know about."

You squeezed his hands reassuringly.

"Yeah?"

"We are Moon Knight."

-----

Okay, so you needed time to process that information too. Your first reaction again was to laugh in his face of course, which he was getting used to by now whenever you're put under stress. The doubt was quickly replaced by a painful grimace when Jake summoned his black and white suit to prove his words and you fell down from the couch on your ass.

So a few days later as promised Steven took you out to a nice restaurant and both him and Jake was shocked (in a good way) how much effort you put into impressing him. You were wearing an elegant long sleeved white dress that reached just below your knees, and it had a very nice v-neck cleveage. You were wearing silver high heels and silver accessories, and the deep red lipstick was just taunting Steven through the whole evening to kiss it.

So he did. When after the dinner he offered to walk you home and you said you'd rather go to his place as you stepped closer to him to play with the hem of his button up shirt. He just couldn't help himself. Without warning he just leaned down and kissed you, eagerly pushing his tongue in your mouth when you immediately opened your lips to him.

"You're always this impatient?" - Steven asked with a soft growl when you pushed yourself up against him in the elevator, kissing and licking his neck.

"Ask Jake." - you purred.

Steven moved his head sideways to look in the mirror and saw Jake nodding with a smirk.

"Maybe someone should teach you some manners, then." - Steven panted and grabbed your wrist, holding it behind you with an iron grip.

You gasped and threw your head back when he held your strongly against him as he slipped his thigh between your legs. This time it was him who kissed your neck, but while you mostly just teased him with soft licks and small pecks, his teeth sank into your skin, sucking hard, then he roughly lapped at the marked skin, driving you completely crazy.

Women loved Brittish lads indeed.

After you clumsily exited the elevator, Steven pushed you against the wall of the corridor and pulled up your dress on your thigh with one hand, while his other was holding your wrists above your head. He teasingly licked your lower lip and when you wanted to kiss him he pulled away with a little smile, then when you pouted he licked your lips again.

"Shh, darling." - he whispered and you felt him caress his way inside your panties.

You opened your legs more as your breath caught in your throat.

"That's it, love. Such a good girl." - he slowly gathered your wetness and kissed the sensitive spot on your neck as he slowly caressed your clit.

"Steven." - you breathed and rocked your hips into his hand keeping his tempo.

"I've waited so long for this. Wanted to do this for so long. You drove me crazy. Look at you. So fucking gorgeous. And all mine. Mine to worship. Mine to play with. Mine, mine, mine." - he said possessively as he kissed his way up your neck and jaw then hungrily kissed your lips.

He pushed two fingers inside you and started fucking you, while he put his thumb on your clit, making you whimper in his mouth.

You moved your hips more wildly, his words and kisses fueled your pleasure.

"Yeah, fuck my fingers, sweet girl. You love it, don't you? You love it, yeah?" - somehow he managed to have a cocky smirk on his lips while he was watching your every reaction with great adoration.

When you nodded, he started pumping his fingers into you harder and he chuckled when your knees almost gave up under you and he let go of your wrists to wrap his arm around your waist. Your hands immediately went into his hair and you pulled him in roughly for another kiss.

"Say it." - he demanded between kisses.

"I love it when you fuck me." - you panted and you let out a high pitched whimper when you felt your orgasm started to build.

"If you cum on my fingers now, I'm gonna fuck you with my cock until you soak the sheets, alright, baby?"

"Fuck, Steven!" - you gasped and shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for your orgasm.

"That's it. You're squeezing my fingers so hard, love. Can't wait until I feel it with my cock. Fuck!"

Before you could cry out, he kissed you again to muffle your sounds, and he chuckled against your mouth as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your own squeezing his shoulder and pulling on his hair almost painfully. He loved every second of it.

"Good girl." - Steven pecked your cheek, and slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He then picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the flat and into the bedroom while you started unbuttoning his shirt.

-----

Four months have passed and your relationship with Jake and Steven was close to perfect. There were some fights of course, about small things, but you always managed to talk it out and make up.

Sometimes Khonshu summoned them to patrol the city and fulfill their role as the protector of the travelers of the night, but since the world wasn't in immediate danger, they didn't have to leave for long missions. And since they were practically invincible in the suit, it made you feel more at ease. Jake even asked you to stab him with a knife so you'll see they're completely safe while doing their superhero stuff. You rewarded his idea by smacking him across the head.

The only thing that made you feel uneasy now was Marc. It's not like he was mean to you. Far from that. During the few times he did front in your presence he was always very respectful, but he kept you at arms lenght at all times. It was very rare when you saw him though. You were pretty sure Jake and Steven made him front to try and make him warm up to you. To at least be friendly.

The guys told you he really likes the lasagna you make and they came up with the idea that you should teach him how to make it. You tried not to look too eager, but you wanted to make sure Marc felt comfortable in your presence. He was an attentive man, he respected your personal space, he offered his help whenever he could. But he only asked about the recipe and the ingredients and when you tried to make small talk he kept his replies short and as impersonal as possible. You tried to act like it didn't bother you, but his tense shoulders and avoiding eyes told you he wasn't having the time of his life either.

It saddened you.

Jake and Steven told you why he was like that. They explained the divorce. They wanted Marc to talk to you about it, but when they saw how broken you looked after you spent time with Marc, they felt the need to explain it to you.

"And here I thought I'm gonna have a quiet life with my cabbie boyfriend." - you tried to ligthen the mood and Jake smiled.

"Sorry we're making you go through several existential crises every week." - he kissed your cheek as he pulled you closer.

"It's only fair since you have to put up with my dumbass all the time."

"Trust me, mi vida, none of us think this ass is dumb." - he kneaded your ass playfully.

"But... he doesn't hate me, does he?"

"Of coure not." - Jake kissed your forehead. - "He's just... cautious. You'll need to give him time."

"Okay." - you nodded and when he nuzzled your temple with a soft call of your name, you looked up at him.

"Thank you for being here for us."

You smiled at his honest expression and you kissed him softly. When you pulled away and he saw you open your mouth, he put his finger on your lips.

"Just take the fucking compliment, woman."

You burst out laughing. Him and Steven were still trying to build your confidence.

You bit his finger and he hissed when you kept it between your teeth and applied more pressure. Then he grunted when you wrapped your lips around it and licked at the spot where your teeth marked his skin.

"You little slut. Looks like we need to keep teaching you more about those manners you clearly don't fucking have."

"Oh no..." - you pouted as you slowly backed away, then when you saw a flash of white lit up his eyes for a second, you started running to the bedroom giggling, with Jake hot on your heels.

-----

Marc cleared his throat and gulped as his eyes slowly opened. It was still dark, but when he felt your body under his arm he knew you spent the night. Again.

He lifted his head and...

Yep.

Both of you were naked. Again.

The moon illuminated the dark room with a soft silver glow and he noticed that during your sleep you kicked off the blanket from you. Again.

Your body wasn't that warm like it is usually when you're enveloped in their embrace, so Marc took hold of the blanket and wrapped it around your form. He rubbed your arm softly a few times and he felt you sigh in content, scooting backwards towards him, seeking more warmth. He welcomed you in his arm, wrapping it around you, and he pushed his thumb between your soft breasts while he rested his palm just under your left boob. He closed his eyes focusing on your peaceful heartbeat. This was the only way he could fall back asleep lately.

It didn't matter how much he wanted to stay away, how much he tried to convince himself that he was better off alone, the past few months proved him wrong. He saw how much you lit up Jake and Steven's life. Without any shadows. Sure the start was rocky, but you proved how big of a heart you have, fitting three men in there comfortably. Marc didn't know if you could feel the same love for him as you did for Steven and Jake, but he knew he was there too, it was shown by your kindness towards him.

He also didn't know if he deserved it. Especially after doing things like holding your naked body against his, in secret, without you having any clue about what was happening.

But it felt too good havig you in his arms, without any dark cloud hanging above his head, without any tragic memory shielding the joy he was feeling in those stolen moments.

He wondered if you'd be happy if you'd woke up in his arms, if you'd smile at him with love and kiss him with the same passion you kissed Jake or Steven with.

He saw the longing in your eyes, but would he be able to be the man you deserved, or woud he fail again? He didn't know if he could live with the fact that he was the reason why you left the boys. They were happy now and he didn't dare to risk it for his own selfish needs.

So he used these little sacred moments like this one to pretend you were his too. He pulled your body closer to his and buried his face in your neck, a small smile pulling at his lips despite his previous thoughts, because now your body was warm just like his.

----

"She thinks you hate her." - Steven said.

'I don't hate her.'

"Jake and I know that. She doesn't. Maybe you should hug her when she's actually awake for a change."

Jake snorted and Marc looked annoyed. He wasn't even surprised they knew about his little secret.

'You three have a good relationship. You guys are happy. I don't wanna fuck that up.'

'And why would you fuck that up?' - Jake asked.

'Managed to fuck it up with Layla too.' - Marc shrugged.

'First of all that was entirely different. I'm not saying that you deserve the husband of the year award, but that marriage was bleeding from several wounds. Layla was great but there were too many fucked up factors in that relationship for it to work.' - Jake said.

"Yeah, like... there should be a rule that you shouldn't marry a woman after you saw her father get shot by your boss." - Steven added.

'Can we change the subject?'

'Sí, Steven, rude.'

"Sorry lads, just facts."

'He's right though. You're keeping your distance from our girl, when you literally have no reason to, but it should've been Layla you avoid. It was just doomed from the start. You had no chance doing anything about it even if you wanted to.'

"Y/N knows about our DID, knows about Khonshu. We're not keeping secrets from her. One of the reasons your marriage failed was because you weren't honest. We are honest with her. Was it hard? Yes. Did it worth it? Also yes. She loves us, Marc. All that matters for her is that we know we can trust her. And we do. Just as she can trust us. It's a two-way road." - Steven said.

Marc closed his eyes and after a few moments he nodded.

'I'll promise I'll try to do better. Just... let me do it in my own pace.'

'That's all we ask, hermano.'

-----

"You look really good."

You looked at the man in the reflection of the mirror and smiled. You were standing in front of the full lenght mirror of your apartment, wearing a long, elegant sleeveless black dress, a pearl necklace with pearl earrings, and red lipstick.

"Thank you, Marc." - you smiled as you smoothed down your dress one more time. - "I thought Jake's gonna drive me there." - you said and turned around, grabbing your purse from the bed.

Not like that you weren't happy Marc was here. You wished he fronted more to be with you.

"Thought you wouldn't mind if I take you." - he smiled as he walked to the door and held it open for you.

"Of course not. I just wish I wouldn't have to go at all." - you made a face and then fake-gagged, making him chuckle.

"Why don't you quit if you hate your job?" - he asked as he followed you down the stairs.

"I don't hate the job itself, I just hate my boss and coworkers."

"Yeah, sounds better."

You giggled and beamed up at him when he held the car door open for you too. He smiled back at you and helped you sit inside.

"I just hate that it's not enough that I have to look at their stupid faces all day five times a week, but they have to make these stupid parties like we couldn't wait to spend even more time with each other..." - you rolled your eyes.

Marc chuckled again as he shook his head and started driving. He always thought you were cute when you grumbled.

"What does your Moon Knight sense say? Isn't there a bad guy somewhere who wants to kidnap someone? All I'm saying is I volunteer as a tribute." - you said as you looked around.

It wasn't just Jake who loved your humor. When you were talking nonesense Marc always felt all the stress leave his body. It was cleansing. You made him forget his worries.

"No one will kidnap you." - he pointed out.

"Why? Am I not kidnap-worthy?"

Marc laughed again, then he looked at you and his eyes softened.

"I wouldn't let that happen."

You felt your heartbeat pick up. Did you enter another dimension or was Marc actually making conversation with you? He was even laughing. Okay, maybe your prayers have been heard and he's warming up to you.

You smiled brightly at him, then you looked out the window again, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"I know you wouldn't. You still suck at trying to make my lasagna alone."

'You haven't smiled this much since forever, mate.' - Steven pointed out from the rearview mirror.

When Marc looked there, he knew his headmate was right. The smile was not leaving his face.

"See? I need you." - Marc implied, but of course you didn't catch that one either.

All three boys were frustrated with how oblivious you could be sometimes.

"And I need you. You should come with me, so I won't suffer alone." - you pouted.

"You know we can't. Khonshu wants us to patrol the city."

"Yeah, yeah. A majestic god is more important than me, I know." - you fake huffed. - "Oh, my god! Can he kidnap me?!" - you asked excited.

'What is this little bug on about now?' - Khonshu's voice boomed through Marc's mind and he just shook his head.

"Jeez, you really hate those people don't you?"

"Even better, can he kidnap them? Or just my boss?"

"He won't kidnap anyone. He's the God of the Moon."

"And you're the protector of those who travel at night. I'm travelling to my fucking demise."

Marc laughed again.

"It's just gonna be a few hours. Steven and Jake will make it up to you."

"You're taking me there, you should be the one making it up to me."

When Marc turned to you, you had a mischievous look in your eyes. It made his mind flood with a thousand images, none of them innocent.

It was funny how you could completely miss a flirting attempt from him, but then say something like this only a minute later.

"Like how?" - he asked.

You grinned wider, but then you looked out the window again.

"Maybe Moon Knight could kidnap me."

Okay, fuck. Marc knew it wasn't healthy how that idea turned him on. You looking like that and him dressed in the ceremonial armour. Him swiping you off your feet and just take you wherever he wanted. To do whatever he wanted with you.

He shook his head a little then smirked.

"Can't. I have a reputation. I'm the good guy."

"That's too bad."

Oh, now you were just fucking asking for it, he knew it.

A few minutes later you arrived at the office and when you said your goodbyes, you hesitated for a second before getting out. Should you... hug him or kiss him on the cheek? Or would that be too much? Was he flirting back or was he just playing nice for the guys' sake?

When you realized you spent a little too much time thinking about it, you gave him a smile and a small wave and got out.

Marc sighed and watched with longing eyes as you walked inside the building, greeting a few of your co-workers who arrived at the same time.

'Why didn't you kiss her?' - Steven asked.

"I wanted her to do it."

'Have you seen her eyes, hermano? She wanted to. You know how insecure she can be sometimes, you gotta make the first move.'

Marc sighed again and drove back home to get ready for the night shift.

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Marc spent his time mostly staying on the rooftops, watching over the streets. He stopped two mugging attempts, but otherwise it was a quiet night. His thoughts wandered over to you, wishing the hours went by faster so he could see you again. He smiled when he realized you were probaly thinking the same, wanting to get out of that Thanksgiving party as soon as possible.

From the corner of his eye he saw Khonshu stand up suddenly on the other rooftop and he hurriedly ordered him to follow him.

Marc felt his stomach twist as he ran after Khonshu who floated above the buildings, and realized they were getting closer and closer to your workplace.

"What is it?" - he asked the god.

"I heard screams from this way."

Soon when they stopped near the building they saw that smoke was coming out of one of the windows, on the same level where the lights were turned on. Marc didn't hesitate and sprinted to the edge of the roof and jumped off, spreading his cape. Khonshu moved the night wind to help him fly to the building and just before Marc reached it, he pulled his legs up and kicked in the window before he flew in and landed inside.

The room he was in wasn't on fire yet, but smoke was coming in from the open door. When he heard screams from a few offices down, Steven yelled inside his head.

'Find her!'

Before Marc could move, he felt himself get paralyzed for a second, because someone took over the control forcefully.

The suit turned black and white and Jake sprinted out the door and started running to the end of the corridor where he could see as an orange glow was lighting up the other side of the door. He braced himself and burst through the door.

What he saw when he looked around could only be described with one word. Hell.

Everything was covered in smoke or fire. The tables, the chairs, the shelves, the curtains were burning in wild orange flames on the far side of the office and people were desperately trying to find a way out as they held a cloth in front of their faces, coughing wildly and blindly waving around in front of them to try and escape the giant office. The fire was quickly spreading and Jake ran furhter inside. His armor was shielding him from the smoke and flames, but even in his suit he could feel the heat more and more as he went further inside. He couldn't imagine what these people were feeling without anything protecting them.

He couldn't imagine what you were feeling without him protecting you.

Just when his mind was about to enter a dark place, a body slammed into his.

Jake held the man's shoulders and turned him towards the door he just came through.

"Go straight and you reach the exit!" - he instructed him and when he saw he was going the right way he turned back.

"Y/N?!" - he yelled loudly as he reached more and more people and helped them escape as he pushed burning objects out of their way. - "Y/N where are you?!"

The more he cried out for you, the more desperate he sounded.

It was hard seeing or hearing anything. The smoke and flames made it impossible to see further than a few feet, and the screaming of the people and the rumbling sound of the burning objects were blurring together.

"Jake?!"

He looked around frantically when he heard your voice.

"Y/N?!"

"We're at the window to your left!" - your speech was interrupted by several coughs and when Jake turned in that direction, he soon saw that you were trying to lift a huge drawer off someone.

"Are you okay?!" - he sprinted to you and examined your body for injuries.

Your dress was torn a few places and your arms, neck and face were covered with black patches here and there.

"Yeah! But this thing fell on Monica and I can't lift it!" - you said, coughing again.

Jake turned to her and reached down, easily removing the drawer and throwing it to the side.

"Are you hurt?" - Jake asked her as he knelt down.

"I think my left leg is broken!"

"I'm gonna carry you out, is that okay?"

She nodded and Jake tried to carefully lift her up. She cried out in pain, and he apologized in Spanish as he started walking out.

"Follow me!" - he ordered you and you grabbed his cape, letting him guide you out, but a few seconds later you heard another scream. You weren't sure where it came from but you were not going to let someone burn alive.

When Jake couldn't feel you pulling on his cape he turned around and panicked when he couldn't see you.

"Y/N?!" - he shouted loudly.

"I think I heard someone! Get Monica out!" - he heard your voice from somewhere.

"Y/N, you've got to come out, I'll come back for them!"

"Hurry!" - you yelled and when Monica whimpered in his arms, Jake cursed and quickly ran out with her.

He found some men helping the wounded and he put Monica in one of their arms.

"The firefighters are almost here!" - he informed Jake, who nodded and sprinted back inside.

He ran to where he heard your voice and called your name again.

"Here!"

He saw you further away, trying to navigate with holding one of your arms out, while you coughed into a white cloth.

He ran towards you, but before he could reach you an explosion shook the building and Jake flew several feet back.

He groaned and sat up, looking into the direction he last saw you, and to his horror he saw that the whole wall was missing and you weren't there.

"No..." - he whispered, but before he could do anything his eyes rolled back and the suit transformed into Steven's.

He ran to the side of the building and looked down, seeing you were holding onto a beam, about a floor below him, hanging above the street which was dozens of levels below you.

"Y/N, I'm coming!" - Steven yelled as he started climbing down at the side of the building.

"Steven, I'm slipping!" - you cried in panic.

The fear in your voice crushed their souls.

'Come on, Steven!' - Jake urged him, but he didn't risk taking over, they couldn't lose even a second.

'Almost there, buddy!' - Marc said.

"Hang on, love, I'm coming, I'm right here!" - he tried to reassure you.

"Please, Steven, I can feel my fingers slipping!" - you sobbed as you readjusted your hold, but you could feel them slipping again.

Steven reached the other end of the beam and he slowly stepped on it.

"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" - he yelled as he tried to take slow steps, fearing his weight would make the beam slip. - "See? I'm here." - he said calmer as he crouched down and reached out for you.

To the boys' utmost terror another explosion shook the building and just as Steven's fingers touched yours, you lost your grip and with a heart wrenching cry you started to fall.

"NO!" - Steven cried out as he tried to reach after you, but you were already too far.

Jake's desperate cry sounded in their head as he watched paralyzed by fear as your body was falling towards the ground with ruthless speed.

Suddenly the suit changed and Marc jumped down from the beam head first. He pushed his arms against his sides and straightened his body to create less air friction and felt that he was gaining speed, and saw that he was getting closer to you.

As your mind registered that you were going to die, you closed your eyes and prayed to not feel any pain when you hit the ground.

Just when you heard the sound of the street gaining volume, you felt two hands around you and they pulled you into a body, enveloping you in a cape, then you felt as you crashed into something. Hard.

Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry as you slowly opened your eyes. The sound of sirens became more clear and as you gained focus, you lifted your head and looked down.

How the fuck did you survive?!

The first thing you saw was a metal crescent and hieroglyphs engraved into a chestplate.

Then it moved. Lifted up then sank back down.

"Baby?" - a shaky voice asked and you looked up, coming face to face with the glowing eyes of Moon Knight.

"Marc?" - you asked.

The hood and mask disappeared from his face and you saw tears in his eyes.

"Oh my god!" - he sobbed and sat up, then he kissed you.

Only then you realized you were still in his embrace, his arms never left your body.

He... he jumped after you. Marc jumped after you and when he caught you, he turned your bodies so he would be the one hitting the ground. Or the car - you corrected when you looked around while Marc's lips were on yours.

"You saved me..." - you breathed.

Marc pulled away and gently cupped your face, tears falling freely from his eyes.

"I did. You're safe now." - he said it like he couldn't believe it himself.

After the initial shock you let out a sound between a sob and a laugh and your threw your arms around his neck, kissing him.

Marc pulled you impossibly close as he kissed you back, happily opening his mouth when you licked his lips.

After he pulled away for air, you saw as his suit changed into the black and white one.

"Mi amor!" - Jake cried and hugged you forcefully as he buried his face into your neck.

"Jake!" - you squeezed him closer and kissed his hair. - "I'm okay now. I'm okay." - you reassured him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I tried to go back to you, but the explosion...!" - he tried to explain as he pulled away.

"Shhh! It wasn't your fault! It was a terrible accident." - you caressed his face and kissed him softly, but Jake deepened it, needing to feel you.

"I love you so much, princesa, I love you!" - he whispered as you kissed away his tears.

"I love you too, baby. Is Steven okay?"

Jake pulled away and looked down.

"He... He doesn't wanna come out. He thinks it was his fault. He almost got you, but he says it's his fault, because he wasn't fast enough."

"No, no, no! Tell him it wasn't his fault! Steven, are you here?! Listen to me, it wasn't your fault, okay?" - you cupped Jake's face as you looked deep in his eyes. - "Please come out, baby, I love you so much!" - you pleaded as you started crying.

Jake hugged you and you buried your face in his shoulder. Soon you felt the suit change once again, and you quickly looked up when you recognized Steven's.

"I'm so sorry, love!" - he sobbed and you quickly kissed his temple and hugged him close.

"No, Steven! It was an accident! You hear? It was beyond your control! I love you so much!"

Steven hugged you back strongly and slowly calmed down as you held him and caressed his hair.

"We thought we're gonna lose you." - he whispered.

"You didn't. I'm here. I'm here forever." - you told him and kissed him. He never kissed you back with so much gentleness and care like in that moment.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too."

You kept holding each other until two paramedics approached you. Steven quickly covered his face with the mask and after he helped you climb down from the crushed car he went back to the building to help the firefighters search the building. He returned a while later informing you that everybody managed to get out.

"Thanks to you." - you smiled at him from the back of an ambulance as you breathed in oxygen from a mask. - "They're gonna take me to the hospital. They wanna make sure the smoke didn't damage my lungs."

"Told you to come out with me, didn't I?" - Jake asked after he took over the body.

You nodded as you looked away from his glowing eyes.

Jake sighed and sat down next to you and caressed your thigh.

"You're very brave for trying to save those people, but you have to understand that you're not invincible like us. I told you I was gonna go back for them. Everybody got out, maybe no one even was in there anymore."

"Yeah." - you nodded again and Jake pushed his forehead against your temple.

"Our brave girl." - he nuzzled your ear and you finally smiled.

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The boys stayed with you in the hospital the whole night in their suit. They switched laying next to you, holding you while you slept. Thankfully the doctors didn't find anything wrong and they let you leave the next morning. Once outside the building the people gasped when Moon Knight suddenly picked you up and with a sudden strong wind he flew up towards the sky.

You buried your face in Marc's chest as he flew through the sky and about a minute later he landed on the roof of the building where your apartment was.

"Whew, warn a girl next time."

Marc chuckled and carried you inside and down the stairs to your door.

"Your kidnapper won't warn you either."

You grinned as you fished out your keys and opened the door. Marc put you down on the couch then his suit disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving!" - you whined as you kicked off your high heels.

"Why don't you take a shower and I order something."

"Sounds good." - you said as you streched then you got up and went to the bedroom for fresh clothes.

While Marc ordered he saw you walk out completely naked. His mouth hung open as you approached him with a small smile and you pushed your body against his as you circled your arms around his neck. Your grin widened when you heard the voice on the other side of the phone asked him something three times before he answered.

"Y-yeah, double cheese." - he cleared his throat and he lifted his free hand to your waist and started caressing your smooth skin while his eyes dropped down from your face to your breasts that were firmly pressed against his chest.

"With cash."

He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back in his head when you started kissing and licking his neck. His hand slid down to your ass and he squeezed it firmly, then slapped it, making you gasp.

This time he was the one who smirked and he was more than eager to quickly tell the address of your apartment and he ended the call and threw his phone onto the couch.

"Can't find the bathroom, sweetheart?" - Marc asked and he kneaded your ass with his other hand too.

"I just need your help to wash my back." - you purred as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him.

Marc growled in your mouth and quickly picked you up, carrying you inside the bathroom.

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Wow, this turned out lamer than I thought! Gonna share it anyway, cause I spent a lot of time writing it. I hope at least some of you will like it! 🤞

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𓅨 Eros Masterlist

Eros: Married to Dream of the Endless, you find yourself sent back in time to Ancient Greece where you, unfortunately, meet Oneiros. Fresh off a divorce and drowning the sorrows of his son's death by indulging in the Panathenaia, you find yourself trapped beneath the lustful gaze of your future husband. In your defense, he seduced you first…

Overall Warnings: Filthy Explicit Material, Explicit Language, Time Travel, Morpheus getting jealous of his past self, Hoe!Dream, DILF!Dream, Seduction at its finest.

To Note: Morpheus x Wife!Reader, Time Travel, Oneiros is used for AncientGreek!Morpheus.

Total Word Count: ~24.5k

Legend:

❗ = Explicit Sexual Material

𓅨 Chapter One

𓅨 Chapter Two

𓅨 Chapter Three❗

𓅨 Chapter Four❗

𓅨 Chapter Five❗

𓅨 Chapter Six❗

𓅨 Chapter Seven

𓅨 Chapter Eight❗

Date Published: 12/30/23

Date Completed: 6/19/24

Last Edit: 6/19/24

Morpheus/Dream Masterlist

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Hes so 😍😍

★★★★★ (5-STAR) TRAILER - BANG CHAN

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This is the best type of smut and you cant convince me otherwise.

OGC couple🥺🥺🥺

AHHHH YESS!!! OGMMG I'M SOBBING thank you for thinking of my couple 😔🥺💜💜