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shangchiswife · 2 years

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marc spector- dancing with our hands tied

summary: marc spector is forced to team up with the avatar of bastet to fight a common enemy

marc spector x fem!reader, hints of steven grant x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, violence, making out and implied smut

word count: 3238

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“What?”

Marc Spector’s jaw dropped as he stared up at the god of the moon who was perched on higher ground, staring down at his avatar.

“This particular job requires more than one person,” Khonshu pointed his moon-shaped staff downwards, his beak tilted to the side.

Marc rolled his eyes at his words.

“Fine, then I’ll call Layla,” the man ran a hand through his dark curls as he rummaged through his pockets in search of his phone.

He didn’t usually like to partner up with people when he was on missions but Layla was an exception since he had known her for a long time and they were close friends.

“Tawaret has already assigned Layla a job; she’s in Egypt right now,” Khonshu replied, a hint of amusement present in his voice.

“Well, then who’s going with me?” Marc raised an eyebrow expectantly as he glared daggers at the god.

“You will be going along with the avatar of Bastet,” Khonshu’s deep voice rumbled throughout the empty alleyway the two hid in.

“The goddess of cats!” The voice of Steven echoed excitedly through his head.

“You want me to partner up with a housepet?” Marc scoffed.

“She’s not just the goddess of cats-”

“I wouldn’t underestimate Bastet’s powers considering that she is not only the goddess of cats but can also protect against diseases and vanquish all threats from evil spirits,” Khonshu tutted.

“Yeah because on this job we’re going to be needing protection against diseases,” Marc retorted.

“Bastet’s avatar is a very cunning woman, I think you’ll get along with her swimmingly,” the god stated.

Marc really wanted to argue and say “This isn’t a little playdate for you to set up with your god friends” but he held his tongue.

“Whatever, I’m going home,” he grunted as he turned away from Khonshu who simply hummed in response.

“Goodnight, Marc Spector,”

….

It was early morning and Marc slept soundly in his king-sized bed.

He held his thick blanket close to his bare chest as streams of sunlight escaped from his curtains and lit up his tan face.

He was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t notice the gentle knock on his door.

You stood outside of Marc Spector’s apartment, tapping your foot impatiently as you awaited the arrival of your partner.

“Are you sure he lives here?” you questioned the feline-like goddess who stood beside you.

“Khonshu told me that his avatar would be on time,” Bastet clicked her tongue with disdain.

Growing annoyed, you banged your fist on the door to the apartment.

An older woman and her child passed by, their eyes as wide as saucers.

You offered them a small smile.

“I apologize for all the noise y’all, my peepaw is in there and he can’t hear me unless I make this much noise,” you faked a country accent as the two glanced at each other skeptically and then sped up their walking.

Marc awoke with a jolt as he heard the sound of his front door.

“Holy shit,” he rubbed his eyes as he didn’t bother to put on a shirt as he started straight for the front door, ready to tell off whoever was causing a ruckus.

He swung open the door.

“What are you-”

“Took you long enough,” you picked at your nails as your eyes scanned his toned upper body up and down.

His body was gorgeous but so was his face with his beautiful dark ebony locks and dark brown eyes paired with long lashes.

You could get used to this sight.

“Who are you?” Marc questioned as he too took in your form.

You were dressed in a skin-tight black catsuit that showcased your curves and your lips were lined with red lipstick.

“Bastet’s avatar, obviously, Marc Spector,” you rolled your eyes as the man in front of you’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re here early,” he stated, squinting at you as you said his name.

“I was told the job was to be done early so I followed orders which you clearly didn’t,” a smirk graced your features as Khonshu’s avatar’s face reddened.

“Well then I’ll just be getting ready then your highness,” Marc scoffed before he slammed the door to his apartment.

“I told you she isn’t a force to be reckoned with,” Khonshu’s rich voice filled his ears as he brushed his teeth.

“I think she’s beautiful,” Steven sighed dreamily as his reflection stared at Marc who rubbed his temples.

“Shut up, Steven,”

But nonetheless, his alter was correct, as annoying she was, she was pretty goddamn beautiful.

Marc quickly put on casual attire before he exited the door once more.

“Oh good, you’re ready, now come on,” you said as you started exiting his apartment.

“So what’s the mission? Khonshu never told me,” Marc questioned as you hid in a hidden alley.

A chuckle left your lips which made Marc clench his fists.

“Your god didn’t tell you? Hmm, what a shame-”

“Will you shut up and get to the point,” Marc’s voice was impatient.

First, you woke him up in the middle of his nice sleep a little after dawn, and now you were belittling him.

“Alright, sore spot I got it. Well, we’re actually here to catch some guys who still follow Ammit,” you said.

“And I couldn’t do this by myself?” Marc growled at the god of the moon that stood beside him, his staff pointed up.

“This is a particularly dangerous group of Ammit’s, they have powers that you’ve never seen before. Powers that Y/N here has seen,” Khonshu explained as you leaned back against the wall of his apartment, a bored look on your face.

“You done chit-chatting?” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Marc said nothing, containing all of his anger as he grabbed you by the elbow and led you onto the street.

“Why are you wearing that?” your eyes scanned his clothing from his discrete Yankees baseball cap down to his scuffed-up sneakers.

“I didn’t realize that there was something wrong with what I’m wearing,” Marc clenched his jaw as the corners of your mouth turned up.

“Well we’re going to a club and when you’re going to a club you’re supposed to dress sexy…not like you’re on a stakeout,” you laughed, a beautiful sound that sent shivers down his spine.

“It doesn’t fucking matter, God. Now, where is this club?” he asked as he watched you saunter ahead, swaying your hips back and forth.

The gods were really testing him.

“Just down the road,” you shrugged your shoulders as you stopped at a stoplight.

The rays of sunlight shined down on your face making you almost angel-like.

“So, Bastet tells me that you have two other friends in your head,” you nodded to him.

“Oi, can I say hello? I think that was an invitation,” Steven excitedly called.

Steven don’t-

Marc threw his head back which made you widen your eyes with surprise.

You were pleasantly surprised by the gentle smile that Marc greeted you with.

“Hello I’m Steven with a v. I’m one of Marc’s alters,” the man in front of you had a thick British accent and a sweet personality.

“Hi Steven with a v, wow you’re way more approachable than Marc. I’m Y/N by the way,” you smiled.

The man in front of you blushed as the green walking sign switched on indicating for you two to talk.

“Oh well-”

Suddenly his entire demeanor changed back to his brooding self.

“Oh c’mon I was really enjoying my time with Steven,” you complained as you walked across the crosswalk.

“Too bad,” Marc’s voice was harsh as he flew past you in the direction of the club.

“That was rude Marc she seems like a nice person,” Steven frowned from a reflection in a puddle.

“Nice? She’s fuckin’ annoying,” Marc growled at his alter who put his hands up in surrender.

“No, she’s not mate you’re just delusional,”

“Respectfully shut up,” Marc replied with made the British man roll his eyes and retreat to the shadows.

A glowing neon sign in front of the two made them stop in their tracks.

“We’re here,” you breathed as you turned to the avatar whose eyes were narrowed as he stared at the sign.

“Just let me do the talking,” you gave him a swift smile before opening the large door.

The two of you were greeted by the booming music and bright strobing lights of the club.

“Sweet Jesus,” Marc grunted as he rubbed his eyes while you glided towards the front where a burly man with a cigarette stood, on guard.

“Hey Jason,” you gave the man a winning smile as he looked you up and down and smirked at you.

“Y/N, sweetheart! What are you doing here on a fine afternoon like this?” the tall man smiled down at you as he took a deep inhale of his cigarette.

“Oh you know I just had an early need for drinks and dancing with my boyfriend here,” you gestured to Marc who looked surprised for a second but followed along with your story.

Jason raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it as he let the two of you into the club.

Like a G6 by Far East Movement started playing making your jaw drop as you spun around to gaze at your partner.

There were a few people at the club at the moment and they were all on the dance floor grinding on each other as they moved to the beat of the song.

“So why’d you say that I was your boyfriend?” Marc questioned.

“Just making up a story” you closed your eyes as you swayed your hips back and forth to the beat watching as Khonshu’s avatar's eyes stayed glued to your figure.

“What a fucking tease,” Marc thought.

“Going to have to agree with you on this one,” Steven added.

“What the hell are you doing, we have a job!” Marc ran a hand through his dark curls frustratedly as he watched you dance.

“Loosen up moon boy, I’m just having a little bit of fun…and you should too,” you grabbed his hand and led him onto the multicolored dance floor.

Marc’s cheeks heated up with anger at the nickname.

“Don’t call me moon boy,” his voice was dangerously low which sent your heart hammering in your chest.

“Dance with me then,” you drew closer to him and placed a hand over his chest, right over his heart.

At that moment the upbeat song switched to the song New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift.

It was beating rapidly under your touch.

“Unless you’re too scared,” you challenged, your lips quirking up.

“Sweetheart I’ve been in situations that your pretty little self probably couldn’t handle so I think I can handle dancing,” it was Marc’s turn to smirk as he set a hand on your waist.

You frowned at his words.

He was insufferable and you despised that he had the upper hand at this moment.

“Well your heart’s telling a different story,” you argued as you placed your arms around his neck.

Marc said nothing as he looked down at your sparkling eyes.

“She really is beautiful,” Steven sighed.

“Trust me I know,” Marc answered, his brown eyes flickering from your eyes down to your red-painted lips.

“Shut up,” Marc grunted as he twirled you once and then pulled you back to his chest making you yelp in surprise.

You could feel his hot breath fan across your face as you looked up at him with a winning smile.

Fuck he’s hot you thought.

Suddenly the sound of guns was heard and you immediately ducked down and went to cover yourself under the bar counter.

Your adrenaline immediately spiked as your whole body transitioned into fighting mode.

Meanwhile, Marc’s eyes glowed a white color as his pieces of wrapping wrapped around him in the form of a suit, on his chest sat a golden crescent moon that glinted under the strobing lights of the club. A mummy-like mask covered up his face and then a hood over it.

Holy shit you thought.

He swished his cape around which formed a shield as bullets hit it with a loud ring.

You joined him behind the shield.

“They have a little more than bullets up their sleeves so keep them occupied I’ll be back,” you said over the gunfire as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Unexpectedly in your place was now a small black cat with glowing yellow eyes and a purple amulet around its neck.

“Goddess of cats!” Steven shouted excitedly in his head as Marc watched you dart out of the dance floor.

Marc uncovered his shield and charged toward the group of men that had their rifles pointed at him.

He practically flew towards them and started beating them up one by one with strong punches.

While he took care of the men, you sneakily stalked towards the backroom of the club in your cat form.

More men rushed out carrying their guns as they tried to fight off Marc Spector who knocked them out with ease.

“Hey, there’s a cat over here!” a man ceased his running.

Shit, you thought as you tried to make a run for it but your body was quickly caught by a strong hand.

Your yellow eyes turned over to gaze at one of your worst enemies.

Your former friend, Miles Donatello.

He had an evil gleam in his snake-like eyes as he stared down at you.

“Y/N…I shouldn’t even be surprised that you’re here,” he dropped you onto the floor and you landed on all fours.

“Why don’t you show me your true form,” Miles purred as he unsheathed a glowing purple knife from behind him.

You quickly transformed back into your normal form and glared at Miles as you stood in a fighting stance.

“It’s so lovely to see you too, Miles,” you offered him a fake smile before he swung his knife at you dangerously close to your neck.

“Already at it huh? That’s fantastic,” you continued to dodge his harsh jabs before pulling out your own weapon which was a blade with a decorated handle.

“That’s adorable, you really think you can fight with that?” Miles cooed as you swung your blade in a circle threateningly.

“I can fight better than you ever have. Bastet and the other gods all knew that I was more powerful than you,” you taunted as Miles’ pale face glowed a red color, veins throbbing on the sides of his neck.

That would do it.

Miles roared as he charged toward you, his knife already shooting powerful blasts at you.

Using Bastet’s abilities you were quickly able to dodge his attacks swiftly before you kicked him straight in the chest, making him stumble.

The sound of gunfire ceased which meant that Marc was victorious in his fight so it was just you.

Slightly distracted, you didn’t notice your enemy recover as you felt something hard against your face.

Miles’ fist had just collided with your mouth causing a river of blood to trickle down your red lips.

“Wow you finally landed a punch, Donatello, I’m really proud of you,” you laughed as you regained your footing before you spat on the floor, a bloody pool forming at your feet.

“You’ll be proud when I fucking kill you,” Miles clenched his jaw before launching his knife at your thigh and actually hitting it.

You screamed in pain as you stared down at the large cut that had gone through the fabric of your catsuit. There was a prominent red line that formed and immediately started leaking.

Hearing your scream, Marc immediately rushed over and saw you leaning over your thigh. The man in front of you had clearly caused damage.

You felt red hot anger course through your veins.

From the corner of your eye, you spied Marc approaching Miles.

“No- don’t. I’ll finish him off myself,” your voice was deep making Marc’s eyebrows raise in curiosity.

“Do you really think you can?” Miles taunted as he pointed his knife towards Marc and a beam flew out and hit Marc straight in the chest sending him flying towards the wall.

“That’s it I’ve had enough of you,” you growled before running towards him and kicking him against the wall, his glowing knife clattering on the floor in the process.

You put your blade right at his neck causing some blood to pour from his neck and onto the weapon.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Miles whimpered as you raised your eyebrows and let out a bitter laugh.

“Oh have the tables turned. Where was all of that confidence you had two seconds ago?” you asked.

Miles said nothing as he gasped for breath.

Marc watched in awe at how merciless you are.

“Gods she really isn’t someone to mess with,” Steven gawked through the mirror on a far mirror.

“I asked a question,” you growled as you pressed the blade deeper into his neck making him gasp for air.

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“Wrong answer. Goodbye Miles,” you leaned in close to his ear, making him shiver as you slid the blade across his neck and his body slumped on the floor immediately.

Marc was dazed as he stared at your ruthless form that twisted around to gaze at him.

You immediately noticed his state and your anger had diminished. It was clear that he was staring at you even under his mysterious mask.

“You have a boner,” you stated simply as you kicked away Miles’ lifeless body away.

He immediately snapped out of his bewildered state.

Marc’s mask disappeared showing his beautiful tan face once again.

His brows were knitted together and he sported a frown before he started charging toward you making your heart hammer hard in your chest at his quick motions.

He cornered you into the wall, your confidence wavering slightly.

He lifted one of his hands to your cheek and gently caressed it for a moment making you instinctively lean into his touch.

Now it was his turn to smirk as he brought his hand down and held your chin firmly.

“You and your stupid mouth are going to get into trouble one day,” his eyes locked with yours.

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” you cocked your head to the side in defiance making him growl before smashing his lips onto yours in a rough and heated kiss.

You moaned into the kiss as he lifted you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist.

You ran a hand through the thicket of his hair as he groaned at the sweet taste of your lips.

“You’re such a fucking brat did you know that?” Marc thrust his tongue into your mouth, battling with your tongue for dominance, and won easily.

“Yeah but I still win,” you stopped kissing him for a moment as his lips found your neck and sucked on your pulse spot leaving a red mark.

At your words, he immediately stopped.

His eyes were dark, his pupils blown out, as he stared blankly at you while you pouted.

“Get on your knees right now,” he growled as he gently pushed you off of him and you knelt down.

“You want to go ahead and be a brat fine. But brats deserve to be punished,”

#marc spector x reader #marc spector angst #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moonknight x reader

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