#marc fluff

marc x reader - one shot

The door opens before I can continue banging on it. I smile at the man who opens the door but before he says anything I frown.

"You're not Marc," I slowly step into the apartment looking around, "Well...you look like him. But you're not him,"

"Who's Marc? And why are you in my apartment,"

"Does he have a twin?" I start muttering to myself ignoring the non-Mark, "He never told me about a twin," I continue muttering before laughing, "He never told me anything really," Quickly I turn around which seems to startle him muttering a quick apology I ask him more questions, "What's your name then?"

"Steven," I nod, squinting my eyes as I try to remember if Marc ever mentioned a Steven.

"Do you know where Marc is, Steven?"

"I have no idea,"

"So you know Marc?" I grow confused with every passing second.

"I-um...I just met him," he smiles but I furrow my eyebrows not knowing what any of this means.

"Listen," I run a hand through my hair, "Just have him call me okay,"

"Wait!" he extends a hand out to me but before he can continue our heads turn towards the knocking at the door. With a frown I look back at him.

In a split second his eyes change and mine widen, "Marc?" I question quietly and he glances at me. "Oh my-" he quickly places a hand over my mouth, putting a finger up to his and shushing me. I look away taken slightly aback by the sudden motion.

Quickly looking around he grabs a bag as the knocks on the door grow more desperate. I want to question everything but instead I stand there quiet only moving when he drags me towards the window. Throwing the duffle bag over his head he ushers for me to step out of the window. I widen my eyes and shake my head taking a few steps back only for him to pull me in with a kiss.

Gently resting his forehead on mine he whispers, "I won't let you get hurt. Now go," With a sigh I shakily step onto the roof of the building trying with all of my might to not look down. "Go, move," his quiet whispers force me to move along as he closes the window again.

"Why do you make me do these things?" I whisper through my teeth and through his seriousness the corner of his lip twitches.

"What things?" he points over to the wall, "Here," I stand against it closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. I feel my foot slip slightly and I hold onto him, quietly whimpering as he holds me.

"You're going to get us killed one of these days, Marc I swear,"

He gets us off the roof and I take a moment to dry my sweaty palms and decrease my heart rate. Handing him the keys to my car I brush my hair back, looking around as I fan my face with my hands.

"What am I to do with these?" I look at Steven, dropping my head with a sigh. Taking the keys back, I start walking over to my car, realizing Steven isn't following I turn around to find him looking through the duffel bag.

"Hey!" I get his attention, motioning for him to get into the car. "I have no idea where he wants me to go," I mutter as I start the car, tapping on the steering wheel as I blow some air out of my mouth. Looking at the rearview I put the car in drive, "Out of here I suppose," I glance over at Steven before rolling my eyes as he clutches the bag, "Can you please put your seatbelt on,"

"Right, yes, of course," he's flustered as he pulls the seatbelt over and buckles it in. "How'd you and...Marc meet?" I bite the inside of my cheek.

"A friend introduced us," he scoffs, "What?"

"He says you're lying,"

"Well then have him tell you," I look over at him as I make a quick turn, "And ask him where he wants me to go while you two chat it up, will you?" I frown, brushing my hair back as I stop at a red light, with a quick glance over at him I drop my head, "Im sorry Steven. Its not you im mad at...well..." I tilt my head, "I'm not mad..i'm frustrated I should say. At Marc, thats who," the light turns green and we start moving again.

"He says to head to your flat,"

"My flat!" I slightly raise my voice quickly apologising, "No...ugh, fine," I roll my eyes.

"So..." he stops and I glance over at him.

"(y/n),"

"So, (y/n) what's your profession?"

"I'm a doctor,"

"Pediatric?"

"Yes-" I furrow my eyebrows, "Just ask Marc the questions if he's so keen on answering," he laughs at the window, and I tilt my head, "Is he your reflection to you?"

"Yeah, something like that,"

"Interesting and can you control when you..." I trail off as I look for the right word, "Switch out?"

"Not really. No,"

"Hm, that's inconvenient," I laugh.

"At times it is yes," he smiles and his grip on the duffle bag loosens.

"What's in there?" I motion over to it and he opens it and looks through it, but before he can say anything he closes it with a shrug.

"I'm not too sure," I let out a frustrated sigh knowing Marc is having him hide it from me, "I don't know why we can't just tell what's in it," he whispers and I roll my eyes.

After parking we walk up to my apartment. Steven eagerly waits for me to unlock the door. As I open it, I notice his eyes change as he walks in, closing it behind him and locking it. I set the keys down on the counter before removing my jacket and throwing it on one of the chairs in the kitchen. Leaning against the counter as I watch Marc close the blinds and turn on the lights.

"Want to tell me what's going on?"

"I'm being followed,"

"Well no shit,"

"I had the scarab," he walks over to me, hands extended as I step off the counter.

"Scarab?" I repeat, "The one that takes you to the Tomb of Ammit?" he nods his head and I widen my eyes, "And you had it? Present tense?"

"Yes, (y/n)," he turns around a hand on his hip another on his head as I process the information, looking away only to look back when he's turned back around, "Now i'm going to show you something that might surprise you,"

"What is it?" he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh before opening them and clenching his fists. White bandages wrap around him and his face is covered in a white mask. I cover my open mouth with my hand before turning around. Processing the rush of attraction and surprise before turning around. "Moon knight?" I contain my excitement and confusion, "Which means, Khonshu..." my eyes widen all my feelings being replaced with worry, "Marc, is this safe. Are you alright?" the bandages disappear as quickly as they appeared and he tilts his head.

"He'd like to know what that's supposed to mean,"

I look away with an exaggerated shrug, "You're holding the power of an Egyptian God," I look back at him, "The God of the Moon, Marc, that's got to be a lot of work," concern fills my words.

"I'm fine, but I do need your help,"

"You've got the Moon God what do you need me for?" I scoff, crossing my arms as I lean against the counter again.

"I'll always need you with or without a God, (y/n),"

"Corny,"

"Khonshu agrees,"

"If I put a hand up will he give me a high five?" I tilt my head.

"No,"

"I'm going to do it anyways," I raise my hand for a few seconds before shrugging, "Did he do it?"

"Yes," he's annoyed and I smile.

"You're just saying that," he shakes his head.