Moonknight fanfiction. Reader insert
You wake up to the sound of coughing. It's late. You're suddenly left alone in the bed as he gets up and rushes to the bathroom. The coughing turns to retching.
"Marc?" You sit up in bed. No response. You climb out of bed and tip-toe to the bathroom. "Marc?" You ask again. Just more coughing and retching. "Marc, I'm coming in" You announce as you open the bathroom door. You see him on the floor, curled up to the toilet, face resting on the seat, tears dripping down his face. He begins to cough once more and starts vomiting again.
"Marc, are you okay!?" You ask with panic in your voice.
"I'm sorry" he cries between coughs. "I'm so sorry" his accent is different from what you're used to. You take a moment.
"Steven?" You ask carefully. He nods, quietly crying.
"I'm so sorry" His voice trembles with each word. Another cough and his face disappears into the porcelain bowl again. You bend down next to him and begin to rub his back soothingly. It takes a few moments longer than before, but eventually he reappears and closes the toilet lid, resting his head on top.
"I I I think that's it then" he stutters. "Hopefully anyway" he looks up at you. "I'm sorry" he says again "feeling a bit under the weath-"
He lifts the lid again and begins to vomit once more. You look at him and sigh sadly. Poor Steven. Your heart aches for him.
"Steven is there anything I can get you? Maybe some water?" You ask. He nods.
"Water" he repeats wearily. You give his shoulder a comforting squeeze before you get up off the floor and head to the kitchen. You quickly find a cup, fill it and head back to the bathroom. When you return, you see that he has managed to prop himself up against the bathtub.
"Drink" you say, as you hand him the cup. He does as instructed, taking a deep sigh once he's done. You take the cup from him and set it on the counter.
"Do you mind?" You ask reaching your hand to his forhead. He he shakes his head and breathes heavily. You put your hand on his forehead. He winces slightly. He's burning up.
"You've got a fever. I think you have the flu" you tell him. He puts a hand to his face.
"Bloody hell" he sighs, leaning his head back against the tub. He stays still for a few minutes, almost as if he's going back to sleep.
"Steven?" You ask. He lifts his head up and for the first time really looks at you.
"You're with him aren't you? With...Marc" he asks in a groggy tone.
"Yes and no" you answer.
"What d'you mean by that?" He pushes on.
"I'm with both of you" you tell him as you look through the cabinet.
"Both of us?" He asks.
"Yes, both of you" you confirm. You even give a small chuckle.
"What, seeing me in this state got you laughing?" He asks tiredly.
"No no" you start to say as you find what you were looking for. "I chuckled because you're sick, but I'm all you care about" You open the bottles and get the recommended doses from each and hand them to him as you refill his cup of water.
"Take these. This is gonna be a hard fever to break and getting sicker isn't going to help" you tell him. He does this, and tries to get up off the floor.
"I'm sapped. I I feel like I've been hit by a bus" he tells you.
"I imagine so" you say, as you bend down to his level and gently help him off the floor. He leans into you as you help him to the bed. Once finished you head back to the kitchen. You open the freezer and grab a cooling pack. Then, looking in the closet you grab a bucket. Before you forget you also grab a bottle of cold water. He is laying down with his eyes closed when you return. You place the water bottle on the bedside table and the bucket on the floor as you sit down next to him on the bed.
"How are you holding up?" You ask caringly.
"I never stood a chance against that bus" he replies sleepily. You give him a small smile as you put a hand against his face. He's still hot to the touch and you put the cooling pack on his forehead. He winces again but accepts his fate. Everything is quiet for a while. You watch as his chest methodically moves up and down. You stand up to go, but his hand grabs your arm.
"Please don't go" he asks kindly.
"I won't" you tell him reassuringly. You cross over to your side of the bed and settle in. "Come here" you gesture to him. Ever the rule follower, he does as told and you feel his heat as he curls up to you. The two of you lay down together.
"D'you mean that back there?" He asks
"Hmm?" You respond
"Are you really with both of us?" He asks again.
"Yes" you reply. "Both of you" you yawn.
"D'you...." he pauses "Prefer him?"
"No" you reply with no hesitation. You give him a loving hug and pull him closer to you. Sure, Marc has qualities you enjoy, but Steven....
"I I don't even know your name"
Steven is yours and yours alone.
You tell him your name.
"I'm sor-"
You give him a kiss. You don't even care that you'll probably get sick too.
"Get some sleep my love" you say as you put a hand on his back and begin to rub it soothingly.
"My love" he repeats to himself quietly as tears trickle down his face. He hugs you tightly and begins to drift to sleep. It'll be a rough day for you both, but you can enjoy this moment with your favorite person. You can enjoy this with your Steven.
