You've been friends with Steven for three months and things start to get interesting one night after he tells you he was two days late for a date...
Steven x reader x Marc
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Steven buried his face in your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you like an invisible force would come to pull him out of his bed. You held him tightly against you, knowing it reassured him to know you'd stop him from leaving you, even though you both knew Marc couldn't be stopped if he took over the body.
He had revealed his last secrets, or at least you hoped he had.
Khonshu, Egyptian moon God, fist of vengeance, regenerating suit... it had been a lot to take in. And you felt like you were still trying to wrap your mind around it all. But you knew it was harder on Steven. It seemed like all you were doing now was try and keep Steven from falling apart. He had seen Marc at work that night. He had seen him kill. He couldn't stop thinking about all the people Marc had killed ever since he had become Khonshu's Avatar. The guilt was eating him alive.
"That's why I didn't want to tell him," Marc had growled at you, like it was your fault he was killing all these people. "They're murderers, predators! They deserve it."
Whether they deserved it or not was not for you to decide, and you chose to trust Marc, you chose to believe he was right, not only that he was right, but that he was telling the truth, that he wasn't lying to you. Because killing bad people was one thing, killing innocents was another.
Steven didn't seem to care about the distinction. They were people, it wasn't Marc's place to take their life. You argued that if anyone could make that decision, it was a God, which had kept Steven quiet for a moment, as he realized perhaps you were right, perhaps only a higher power such as Khonshu could bring true and real justice.
And although he had tried to fight Marc on his nightly activities – putting a stop to Khonshu's appearances which scared the hell out of him – you could tell he could feel the blood on Marc's hands.
The only thing that seemed to settle him was you, your embrace. He was attached to you like he was a part of you. Always wanting to touch you, like he doubted you were real, like he doubted any of it was real. You made sure to always hug him back, always whisper he was all right, that everything was going to be okay.
And although you couldn't know what the future held for you, you said it like you meant it, because you wanted everything to be all right and you would have done anything to make it true.
But that wasn't up to you. And perhaps you should have known you had no control over any of it, because Marc owed a debt to an Egyptian God after all, and perhaps you should have known they had no control over it either, but it still surprised you when they disappeared from London. When they disappeared from your life.
You came back from work one day finding Steven's flat empty. It didn't worry you at first, you thought Steven was at work. But then night fell on the city, and still, neither he nor Marc showed up. They didn't come back that night.
