MOOOONYYYYY. WRITE A MOONKNIGHT FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOUUUUURRRSSSSS. lee!reader or lee!steven but the ler can be anyone please…-⭐️
Well-Earned Revenge
NSFW/25+/MINORS DNI ACCOUNTS PLS DNI!!!
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Don’t play pranks on Marc. That’s it. That’s the summary. 😪
A/N: *GAAASPPP* MOONY POSTING A PROPER FIC IN THE BIG 2025???? Believe me I even surprised myself 😭 I cant believe it’s been over a year since I properly posted a fic, but luckily the moon boys have finally dragged me out of my little hole and we r back babeeeyyy🔥
(At least I think… we’ll have to see where my motivation takes me now that I’m in college 😭)
Looked through requests, saw this old one, and decided to just crank it out! Apologies that this one was left so late ⭐️ anon, I know it ain’t as great as other stuff I’ve written but I hope ya like it when you’re back 💔
“Alright, you little twerp. Come on out, I’m not stupid. I know you’re hiding.”
You literally had to envelope your hands over your mouth to keep your titters muffled while you curled up into the smallest ball you could.
Basically… I mean, you’d say it wasn’t your fault when retelling the tale. Even if it so definitely was.
Marc had ended up falling asleep on the couch while watching a movie with you. Not that you could exactly blame him, it was a lot more relieving watching him get some sleep anyways.
But of course… your cheekiness had to inevitably outweigh your logical thinking.
Being as sneaky as you could, you’d grabbed some shaving cream from the bathroom, squirting out a rather massive cloud-blob thing of white onto his hand.
Then, your eyes had landed on a little feather duster, one mainly used by Steven to dust his many stacks of books scattered around the flat.
Pretty sure you can guess the rest from there. Marc’s snoring had promptly come to a halt once he’d felt something cold smeared all around his face after his attempt to lazily soothe the strange flutters he’d felt on his cheeks.
Through a bunch of threats and swears and your own hysterics, he’d stumbled off to the bathroom to clean himself up, and that’s when you took the chance to hide. Crouched down behind the drawers that Gus’s tank stood on.
“You are so dead when I get my hands on you, y’know that?”
Marc punctuated his sentence with a chuckle, one that was closer than before. You were gonna have to make a move for it.
Being careful not to make any noise or topple over, you peeked up through the glass of the tank to get a glance of where he could be.
Little did you know you’d end up looking directly at the man’s face. A picture of… mainly annoyance but if you looked close enough, you’d catch a hint of a playful smirk as he stared at you through the other side of Gus’s tank.
Still, that didn’t change the fact you let out an incredibly undignified yelp, stumbling back and even falling on your own ass.
Smooth.
“Maharc-! Wait, hold on, wahait-!” Nervous ramblings quickly poured from your lips as you scrambled back on the floor, one hand up defensively as if it would protect you from what you knew was coming.
“Wait for what? For you to run? Nice try, kid, but I don’t think so.”
And then, without warning, Marc’s speed instantly picked up as he darted for you with a scarily playful growl in his tone.
“C’mere!”
With another high-pitched yelp, you quickly staggered up to escape. Well… almost escape. You’d barely even taken your second step before you felt a pair of arms wind around your torso and lift you up from the floor.
“Gotcha!”
“EEP- Marc, I said wahahait!!” You whined, already starting to kick your legs. “We can talk this ohohout, rihight?? Let’s just tahalk-!”
“No thanks.” The merc responded in a tone dryer than sand, tossing you right onto the bed of the flat. “That’s more Steven’s field.”
A third squeak-noise had tipped itself from your mouth as you landed on the scrunched up sheets, but you quickly tried to cover it up with a tough act.
“Lihike I regret anything anyway! I’m so bragging to Steven and Jake lahater, cuz they’ll certainly find this priceless!”
…Yeah, Marc wasn’t very impressed. Sure, he found himself struggling to bite back a slight smile at your adorable attempt to seem unbothered, but that still didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna teach you a lesson.
“Oh, you don’t regret anything?” He ended his sentence by grabbing one of your ankles and dragging you over.
“You’re about to, you little shit-“
A wrestling match quickly went down between the pair of you and… well, it didn’t exactly last, as Marc had your wrists pinned behind your back before long.
You barely had time to register your position before Marc’s free hand found its way to your ribs, his fingers digging and wiggling right between each little sensitive crevice.
“ACK-! Hehehey!! Maharc, no, not thihihis!!” You squealed, soon realising all you could really do was wiggle about and uselessly kick your legs.
…Yeah, you were screwed.
“Why not? It’s what you deserve, isn’t it?”
You quickly shook your head, even if the massive smile on your face accompanied by that big red flush weren’t doing you much favours toward looking serious.
“Ah well. My flat, my rules.”
He grinned like the jerk he knew he was, because actually, Marc, it’s Steven’s flat. Get it right.
Eventually he took to just pinching up and down, keeping his pace fast so you didn’t get too comfortable.
“Rule one: Pranksters get the tickles!”
“EHEHEEK-! Nyahahah, thahats buhuhullshit!”
“Oh, so we’re going with the big words, huh? You’re Captain Big-Kid now?” The merc chuckled, shifting his free hand to now claw at your belly. “Too bad for you, tickle monsters feed off kids like that.”
“MAHAHARC!! NOhoho, you’re nohot a tickle mohohonster-!” You punctuated your protest with a few more fruitless kicks.
“Since whehen? You’ve seen me get the others all the time, and you think I’m not one? And here I thought you were smarter than that.”
Marc pouted jokingly, very cocky big brother style, now pinching at the knees of your flailing legs.
“Geheez, you’re a kicky one, aren’tcha?”
“YehEHEAH, AHAND Imma kihihick you neheHEXT-!” Unfortunately for you, another little squeak just had to dot itself at the end of your threat, making it… incredibly empty, to put it simply.
And that was soon proved as Marc only chuckled again, raising a very unconvinced eyebrow.
“Oh, is that right?“
And just like that, he straddled your legs, leaving you pretty much immobile from the waist down.
…You really hadn’t thought this through. But that’s fine, because now you had newly freed weapons. Your hands.
“Take thihis, jeherk!” You giggled, quickly starting to swat wherever you could reach, content with your results of Marc shrugging away slightly.
“Alright, now you’ve done it-“ He grunted, quickly moving off so he could wrap his arms around you, leaning back and taking you down with him.
And then, if that swift approach hadn’t caught you off guard enough, he went to bury his face right into your neck.
Ah… you had been pretty surprised that so much shaving cream had come out of that can to begin with. Now you knew why.
“*squEHEHEEEK-!* NAHAhah, Mahaharc!! Get ohoff, you’re scrahatchyyyy!”
“Well I’m sorry, kid. Probably would’ve shaved today if you hadn’t wasted all my cream on a joke.” He spoke against the ticklish skin, the fuzziness of him doing so only serving to make you giggle more. “This is just a lil something called the consequences of your own actions.”
Eventually, you made the mistake of scrunching up one shoulder to protect the side of your neck getting attacked, only for Marc to turn and blow a big raspberry right into the unprotected side.
“AhPPPBBBHHHFFFTTT!!”
“AHAH SHIHIHIT!!” You practically shrieked, more high pitched bouts of laughter soon following. “YOU AHahass, you can’t juhust do that!!”
“So I’m an ass now too? Great, keep em comin kid, gimme excuses to keep teaching you a lesson!” Marc chuckled into your neck before taking to nuzzling his stubble against it, making you scrunch up once again while he’d even chosen to go back to squishing at your tummy.
“You’re lucky I don’t go and grab that damn duster. That’d probably work a treat, right?”
The only response you gave was a squeal, more helpless babbles coming right after.
“Nononononohoho! Okahay, I’m sorry, I’m sohohorry!!”
An amused huff came from the man, before he soon released you, allowing you to flop onto your front beside him.
“And that’s all I needed to hear. Not too hard, is it?”
You curled up, a few dramatic whines mixing in with your residual giggles as you rubbed the side of your neck.
“So mehehean… Worse than Jahake even…”
“Pfft, careful what you wish for, Captain Big-Kid.”
Ah, great. Seems like the nickname was sticking.
“If you’d have pulled that on him, we’d probably be planning your funeral before long.” Marc joked, offering a hand to pull you back up.
And with an eye roll, you reluctantly took it.
“Whatever…”
“Hmph.” Marc hummed, his pleased smirk still etched across his face. “You’re just a little stinker.”
…Before he pulled you into a close hug, his chin rested on your head.
“…But you’re lucky I love you for it. Just… don’t ever forget that, kid. Alright?”
Despite you being slightly taken aback by the sudden physical and verbal affection, you soon returned it with a squeeze.
“Never ever. And I love you too.”
The man smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple while also rubbing your back. And you couldn’t help but melt into it all.
Yeah… he wasn’t so bad really. And you knew it.
