Moonlit Requiem (Moon Knight X Reader) SMUT

Chapter 27

(If there's errors in spelling I apologize, I wrote some of this at 1am-5am 💀)

Y/N POV
⚠️WARNING: cursing
Song: Anything by Adrianne Lenker

        As I laid in my bed, I heard the door to the apartment begin to open. "I'm home!" I heard Marc shout. I slowly got up and began to head out of my room. The voice changer immediately covering my voice as I prepared to speak. "How'd it go?" I asked a bit softly, watching as he through himself on the couch looking love sick. "Seeing that stupid smile on your face I can assume it went well?" I asked. He quickly gave me a deadpan look, dropping his smile in the process. "As a matter of fact, it did." I just slightly rolled my eyes and shook my head as I walked over to the couch. I pushed Marc's legs off the spot where I was going to sit and grabbed the remote to turn the tv on. "Go on." "What?" "I know you want to talk about it. You normally do. So go ahead, spit it out." I said relaxing more into the cushions beneath me. "Look, we don't have time to be relaxing, we have to patrol tonight. Get more information on Vance and then plan an attack. It's hard enough that we can't even get an inside look of what the hell goes on. And none of us knows what kind of weapons they might or might not have. But considering the information we have on him, there's bound to be something in there." I nodded my head, slightly paying attention. I wasn't to focus on that, even though I know I should. The necklace is what's keeping my mind occupied. "I know and I understand what you're saying. But at the same time, going there so much is what's going to get us caught. You're dressed in all white, I can tell where most of the security cameras are. But when it comes to blending in, that's more of my strong suit. If the catch as so much as a glimpse of us, it's over. And we would never get another shot like that again. We've spent months scoping out the area, we got it nailed down to where we know it like the back of our hands. And out of the two of us, you're the only one that's been inside...well, Steven was but you get the point." He slightly groaned in frustration. "I get it. You want to get this shit over with. I do too. The quicker we get this shit messed with, the quicker our lives can go back to normal...we both know that this game isn't made to be rushed. We have to play our cards right. Otherwise...it'll all be for nothing." I sighed slightly, Marc began to sit up in the corner of the couch he was on. "I hate to admit it...but you're right. Vance has some strong forces, even though they're just civilians, we don't know much of what's going on in the inside." Marc leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I sat there just enjoying the silence between us, the sound of the tv was all that was needed. "Well I believe we should call it a night yea? It's been... eventful." I slightly smiled as I heard the accent change, knowing Steven was now in control. "You've been quiet these last couple of nights." "Yea well, a lot has been happening I'm not sure what to do with it all." "What's the first thing you would consider major." "Her." He spoke with a little groan. From what he's told me in the past, he's not a big fan of me. Even after Layla moved his heart still longed for her. That was practically his first love, anytime he spoke of her I can see the way his eyes look. A mixture of being love sick and pain. "What did she do this time?" I asked softly slightly turning my head to him. He got up and began to pace back and forth in front of the tv. I didn't mind it thought, it wasn't like I was really watching the screen anyways. I grabbed the remote and muted the sound and payed attention as to what Steven was going to say. "What didn't she do is the real question. Getting all close, giving us a kiss on the cheek, and don't even get me started when Marc tried to pull a move on her. The whole THING was terrible. I don't see it, truly I don't. She's pretty yea, but that's all she is. She claims she's this brilliant person and knows EVERYTHING about Egyptian mythology, when I know I know more than her, and I'm sure Layla does too." I can see the frustration in his voice and the way he throws his hands around when he explains everything. I had never seen him this frustrated before, let alone show this much emotion with me around. He's been slowly getting comfortable around me, but he never was this expressive. He would always be this happy, sweet, calm guy. He would talk with some sass but that was the most he ever did. "So you hate her?" "YES! She's so...ugh" he groaned in frustration. "Steven, do you hate her because of how she is... or because you still want-" "NO...maybe...I don't know anymore. She isn't...her. There's something about Layla that you can't replace. And it feels like...I'm replacing her but I don't want to. I know what she's told me, I know that she doesn't want to continue. There's just something that I know...I don't know, all I know is I don't want to replace her. And that girl is doing exactly that." He stopped pacing and walked back to the couch and slumped down and stared at the ceiling. I sighed softly as I looked at the muted tv in front of me. There wasn't much I could say, not much I could do. I can't be much help if I've never been in such a position as his. Let alone have I ever felt love before or even being loved. "I'm not sure what you should do then Steven. I'm not much help when it comes to this. I don't know anything about feelings or even relationships for that matter. But I don't think she's trying to replace her." I slowly got up and began to walk towards my room, my hand slightly on the handle to open the door. "I mean think about it, how can someone replace someone..." I turned back to him, locking contact with his tried brown colored eyes. "...if they had no idea that person existed in the first place?" I watched as his brows furrowed slightly as I can see him thinking about my words. "I'm heading to bed, I suggest you do the same. Good night." I spoke softly. "Yea..night..." Steven spoke up in a calming tone. I turned back to face my bed and softly closed the door behind me, leaving Steven alone on the couch.