Moonlit Requiem (Moon Knight X Reader) SMUT

Chapter 23

AN: sorry I haven't been posting much, I've had a bit of a writers block and have been dealing with college as well. Here is an EXTRA long chapter that I've been working on for a bit, and have FINALLY managed to figure out how to write the chapter in the first place 💀. I hope you enjoy!!

Y/N & MARCS POV

⚠️WARNING: cursing

        It was silent as we walked in the empty alleyway, the only sounds you could hear is our feet's against the we wet bricked path. The rain slightly falling from the sky, the night sky could barely be seen as the dark clouds were scattered over London. Not a word has been shared between me and Marc, though I can feel his frustration from behind me as I walked ahead of him back to his apartment room. We didn't even bother taking the elevator, as I watched him push past me in his Moon Knight suit, I quickly transformed into my ceremonial suit as well and used the shadows to make my way up to the highest floor in the building. Even with the head start he had, I still managed to beat him to the top of the stairs, but I didn't dare make eye contact or even gloat about how much quicker I was, I knew we both weren't in the mood for that. I figured making his life more miserable would make me feel happier but yet I've been nothing but miserable. Though, talking to him wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, considering I had a normal conversation with him, even though he didn't know it was me, it felt...nice...to have a conversation with someone other than myself or some Egyptian god. The keys clinked together as he went to unlock his door. He didn't even bother looking back as we both walked inside, not even caring enough to lock the door. Our suits had already vanished as we walked in, I stayed back locking all the locks on the door. Marc just laid limp on his bed staring at the ceiling, I could tell he was exhausted, even if I didn't see his face clearly, I just knew. It was my fault anyways, sending him on a wild goose chase for so long, spending the entire day just trying to find me. Though, I didn't think he would care enough I was gone. I just stood at the door for a moment, my hand on the last lock of the door, the pattering rain hitting the glass lightly filling quiet tension. "Call her" I turned around a bit to face towards Marc, I watched as he slightly open his eyes to look at me from his bed. "Call.her. Or text her, whatever the fuck is better." I said a bit more sternly and slightly louder than the first time I said it, making sure he heard me. "Text who?" "Layla." "She is none of your business. And you have no right to tell me what to do and not to." "I'm telling you for her safety. Don't want your wife to be getting herself involved in something that might end up getting her killed now do you?" I saw as he quickly got up out of his bed, storming his way towards me, seeing the rage that was filled in his eyes as he stared me down...didn't think I would strike a nerve that quick. "You don't know shit about my life, nor do you deserve too. You have NO RIGHT to tell me on what or who I should call, no right to talk to me the way you have, ESPECIALLY for someone who's barely five foot tall." I quickly grabbed his arm, slightly twisting it behind his back. I saw as his knees slightly bend, taking the opportunity to kick behind his knee causing him to fall. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" "DO YOU WANT HER TO DIE?!" "NO!" "THEN CALL HER DAMNIT!" He slammed his left elbow as hard as he could onto my as best as he could while I had him pinned, it didn't hurt, nor did he even hit me, but I knew this was going on long enough. I got up and stood there watching him get right back up on his feet. He slightly dusted himself off, "do you realize what fucking time it is?!" "You don't think she would be up? And besides I said TEXT also, I'm not that much of an asshole." I rolled my eyes as I went to sit down on the couch, feeling the relief of actually relaxing for once all day. Then again, I couldn't be truly relax, I've never had that pleasure. I've felt Marc's eyes burn into my skull as I just sat there ignoring his presence. I heard his footsteps on the creaky wooden floor as he went back to his bed to lay down. I looked over at my phone slightly and saw that it was three thirty am. I didn't think I would be gone that long, nor did I even expect to be having to face Osiris today. It's just been one shit show after another when it came to living here, and it hasn't even been a week...then again, I've mostly been the caused of it...I'm usually the cause for everything...I just need to stop already, stop pulling stunts like I have...but that damn necklace...I'm not leaving here without it, nor will I let it leave this city without being with me. But it's not like I can easily walk in and steal it in the outfit I'm in. Vance it out there and I'm sure his henchmen are swarming the city trying to find me...well, me without this mask on. And I'm sure Vance is fully aware of the Egyptian gods and the avatars that's protecting this world, knowing he was Harrows right hand man, there's no telling on what he knows and doesn't. And it's not like I can go dressed the way I am, that's way to easy for people to spot me...meaning, I got to get some sort of suit that's fitting for the occasion. A heist like this needs some sort of disguise, there's gotta be some sort of way to get it...