Moonlit Requiem (Moon Knight X Reader) SMUT

Chapter 13

Marc & Steven's POV

⚠️ WARNING: Cursing

Song: Wash by Bon Iver
(Side note: If you know which movie this song was in, you're goated)

I didn't bother staying around after I was done with the challenge, though I didn't do much, my mind was racing with thoughts. As I entered through the wall that created a tunneled portal that connected to the alleyway near my apartment, or Flat as Steven would say. I opened my apartment door and saw how much of a mess this place was. As I closed and locked every damn lock this door had, I put my hands on my hips and began to strategize how to clean up. "We got some work to do don't we?" "Yup. And that demon or whatever is planning on staying here for however long Osiris plans on making us roommates." I groaned at the fact that I had to share even the smallest space with this stranger. A person of which I don't even consider to be anything but a person. I began to set everything organized and neat to where you couldn't trip over any of the books and possibly crack your skull open. I grabbed anything that was trash and threw it away, every empty cup, chip bag, soda can, every last bit of it. As most of the room had looked somewhat decent, I looked at my bed and groaned. "Steven why the hell did you put sand around our bed again?" I put two fingers to my temple. "funny thing you brought up because THAT THERE is actually YOUR fault. Yea, if you didn't go stealing the body and doing all this ninja shit I wouldn't have felt the need to do that and look more like a weirdo than I really am!" I just rolled my eyes and I grabbed a trash back, broom and the dust pan to try and get as much as I could. "Steven, it was because I was protecting you, ok? I didn't want to affect the perfect life you were already living. Didn't want you dealing with shit I had to go through with Khonshu." "Yea but it would have been nice to try and help you out thou-" "You're not a killer Steven!" I stopped what I was doing as I yelled out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell, it's just..." I sighed as I sat on the bed. "I know Marc, I know. You don't need to say anything more. We had plenty of this type of conversation back on that wretched boat." I could hear how his voice was trying to calm me down, how I can somehow feel like he's put his arm around me to try and give me some sort of comfort. If only we were back on that boat to be more than just one person. At times I hate to admit it, but I miss being there. Just being able to have Steven there in front of me, not just inside my head. To be able to physically see him...it's something I never thought could happen. At times he feels like this other part of me, which sounds silly to say because he is a part of me. But it's different than that, he's the part of me that I wish I could be, the sweet, calming type...maybe then I could've been someone Layla truly needed...not this...not me. "Marc..." "yes Steven?" I said in a tired tone. "You should take a break, yea? You've been at it all day almost and fighting off jackals isn't easy" he laughed slightly. "Give me the body, I'll clean the rest of this up, ok?" "Yea...yea ok." Maybe that's all I needed. A break. A break from all of this bullshit that I've been having to deal with for god knows how long. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes, softened my breathing, and felt my body lightened as I fell asleep.

Steven POV
(Song: New Home (Slowed) by Austin Farwell)

        As I began to sweep up the sand and place it into a trash bag, I heard a soft knock at the door. "Marc...It's Layla." I quickly rushed over to open the door for her. "Oh Steven, is Marc ok?" "Yea yea Marc's fine. He's asleep right now. He's a bit tired from today....oh, come in! Sorry for not being a better host" "no, no it's fine Steven, thank you." As she walked in I could smell her perfume linger past me as she went towards my bed. "You guys have really been cleaning up huh?" "Yea, Marc needed a break after he picked up everything around the room. I was gonna throw the sand out, since technically I was the one that placed it there so, only fair." "That's good, glad you're finally getting this place cleaned" she laughed slightly. I felt my heart pound a bit faster as I saw her gorgeous smile. God why does she have to be this way? "Yea, we wanted the flat to not look like we were crazy. After all we do have a guest coming over in a couple of hours, so..." "oh that's right, that weirdo." She said as she sat on the couch and turned on the tv. "I never understood why Osiris made him have anyone as a partner. I mean by the looks of it, he's more than skilled enough to be on his own you know? Why rope you and Marc into this?" I just shrugged as I took a seat right next to her. We sat there comfortably in silence, with only the tv audio barely audible. "If you ever need help Steven...or if Marc is giving you trouble, I'll be here if you need me, ok?" I looked at her with a small shock expression as I looked into her eyes. They seemed to shine no matter what to me. I gave her a small smile, "yea, I know. I appreciate it." She slightly looked down and her smile began to fade slightly. "There has to be a way to figure out who this guy is." "...which guy?" "Reaper. No one is ever really out of the database or erased just like that. I've tried and as much as I can try, someone always and I mean ALWAYS can find out who you truly are no matter what." "Oh...I suppose you might be right." I looked off to the side a bit as I started to ponder a bit at the idea. I saw in the corner of my eye as Layla checked her phone for a moment and then back at the tv. "It's starting to be a little late out for me Steven, and I don't want to keep you from trying to clean up for the new guest." She said as she rolled her eyes. "Yea...I suppose it is getting around that time, yea? Don't know why they're bringing in our new guests so early in the morning anyways." "Tell me about it. I got to catch up on whatever sleep I can get at this point. Make sure you rest up a bit too before we head back, ok?" Layla said as she had gotten up and began to walk towards the door. I had already began to follow right behind her to walk her out, though I'm sure she wouldn't have mind if I didn't either way. "I will Layla, just need to get rid of the sand and then I'll get some sleep." "Ok, well then.. goodnight Steven." "Goodnight Layla." She gave me a warm smile as she walked out into the dimly lit room and made her way towards the creaky elevator.

        I closed my door and locked every lock before taking a breath I didn't know I was holding. As I looked back at my bed, sheets all messed up, a bit of sand still left, the shackle for my ankle laying on the ground. I never realized how much of a crazy person I truly looked till now, but this time I'm not crazy, or not as crazy as I may seem to be...or perhaps I still do. Talking to the silly voices in my head, an Egyptian god who gives me some of his power to fight off bad guys...yup, just your average day. I began to clean up the sand and place it in the trash bag, looking back at it now...I really was crazy. I can't even remember how much money I spent on this, I do remember how much of a struggle it was trying to get it all up by myself when that dumb elevator broke. And now, all these years later, it's just going into the trash. What a waste of money it was, for something as silly at this. Once most of the sand was in the bags, I got the vacuum and began to get as much left of it as I could. Though I knew, no matter how much sand I could get rid of, some of it remains. It's like a haunting past, a scare that would never heal the same. But yet, I was happy at these times. Tired, sleep deprived, lonely, well then again I had Gus with me..but overall I was happy. I worked in a museum, filled with the very things I wished I saw and did. It's not like I'm not happy now, I definitely feel a lot better knowing Marc is here, knowing that I wasn't truly crazy. As I looked at the time I saw it was around three in the morning, I still had a couple more hours left till we had to go back to that place. Everything looked nice and cleaned, new blankets on the couch that turned into a bed, the floors were clean, everything was nice and neat for once. I lay down on the bed, set my alarm on my phone, and drifted off to sleep.