If you’re willing to would you do a little Steven/Arthur Drabble?
Hello Anon, this is the first time i wrote canon x canon thing so i hope you like it <3 also i got carried a bit with the idea and turning this into a little fics instead, i hope you don't mind
Warnings : Hint of manipulation from Arthur if you squint, Steven fighting with Marc
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The breeze air and fresh scent from the spring of Alps brought relief to the man.
Mother bird feeding her chirping starving chicks.
People doing their business and helping each other.
Overall, the temperature was mild. Comfortable enough for him to lay down on the small hill next to the rural area.
Steven sighed after throwing his body on the soft grass, hands as a pillow with one leg topped another. This was what he always dreamed of.
A peace.
There was no giant bird skull headed creature disturbing him. There was no little American man living inside his mind taking control of his body. No blood on his hand. No guns, not even a dagger. All those things have been shooed away, as he found peace in his life.
“Steven.”
He ignored the calling from the gust of wind.
“Steven, we need to talk.”
The gust of wind was getting a bit irritated.
“Until when you are going to let Harrow get into your mind, Steven ?”
He groaned like a little boy.
“Until you actually shut up and disappeared from my mind, mate. Last time I let you take control of this body and all of a sudden my hands were covered in blood. Human blood !” Steven rolled his body to the left, staring at the puddle reflecting someone other than him despite having the same body and face.
“Anyone but Harrow for Khonshu’s sake. Even the old bird grew tired with your attitude. I know there is something awfully amiss when someone like Khonshu gets tired of it.” Marc sighed from the reflection.
“Listen, I'm truly, truly sorry that I literally got us into trouble often but I promise you, Steven. It was for our sake. Harrow is there planning to release a goddess that the enneads council locked her in a secret place, which none of them even know where it is. There is a reason why she was feared and that Harrow guy is trying to find her. Do you get the connection here ?” Marc gestured his hands trying to explain from the reflection.
Steven closed his eyes for a moment, then got up.
“If Ammit was here from the start, my life wouldn’t be this miserable as she already punished those who wronged me.” He said sadly, leaving Marc facepalming in desperation.
“There you are, Steven.” His mood brightened up as a shoulder length brown haired man called him. His icy blue eyes gaze and lightsome smile was one of few things that cheered him in his life.
No one would wish to have what Steven had. His only friend was a fish named Gus, his mother was nowhere to be seen despite all the postcards she sent to him, none of his coworkers were really fond of him. Not to mention a woman that he was supposed to date now despised him as he accidentally left her alone in the restaurant, eating the best steak in the town that he promised. He didn’t remember when or how he promised a date, considering meat was not on his menu. But it was a once in a lifetime chance and he lost it forever.
No one wanted to love a nerdy British man who was obsessed with those silly Egyptian Mythology.
Until it was changed second after fate brought Harrow to Steven’s life. They found each other in the museum which Steven worked at. He scared him a bit at first, but he promised salvation, shelter, and love.
He promised love.
Love.
Something that he woke up everyday knowing he had none of it.
Something that he deserved yet he never got before until Harrow came.
It doesn’t matter if Harrow was a man. He seeked someone to love him and him to love. And Harrow had proven himself he was able to provide what Steven needed.
It doesn’t even matter if Marc actually had a wife or husband before. He didn’t know and he did not care. It was his life, not someone who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
It was supposed to be the life of Steven Grant, not Marc Spector.
“Always love to see you, Arthur.” His iconic wide innocent smile adorned his face. He hugged Arthur instantly, melting in his touch.
Steven always famished in love and touch, and so was Arthur. All the hugs he gave and received, nothing felt like the one Steven gave. Both melted to each other like they were always meant to be together.
Arthur pecked a kiss on Steven’s lips, adoring his sweet boy.
“Oh seeing you was the reason I keep breathing ‘till now, Steven. “ He cupped his cheek, squishing them in a cute aggression way.
Arthur rested his arm on his shoulder, their height was perfectly matched like two puzzle pieces. It was a slow day in the cult (which Arthur definitely said it was a community rather than a cult), nothing much happened. There was no mercenary trying to kill Arthur, nor loud metal banging noises coming from a 3 meters egyptian god. Ideal afternoon to relax, having quality time with each other.
The lunch was perfect as usual. Mushroom cream soup with potato, cooked and served with cold water as the beverage. Arthur always cooked for the best, especially for Steven. Nutritious food to fill his tummy 3 times a day. Oh it was indeed better meals compared to what he ate back in his old life. Either a cheap fast-food chain soup or an instant porridge that was ready in a 3 minute cooking method.
“Say, got any plans for this sunny afternoon ?” Arthur leaned on Steven closer to his face, breath almost matching each other.
“All i got in my mind was you, love. Perhaps we could take time to relax. ‘Mind been hazy since morning.” He scratched the back of his head, with Arthur understanding what he meant.
He can’t say that he hated Marc. However, he would appreciate it if Marc didn’t interfere with his love of life for 5 minutes.
“I see, I see. Then we can take a light nap on the couch, enjoying the breeze of the day.”
“Oh, lovely !”
Arthur sat on a couch a bit far from the crowd of the village. Steven instantly rested his head on his lap, stretching his limbs getting ready to give his mind a respite. When his mind wandered to the realm of dream, Marc was nowhere to be able to make any trouble.
He smiled softly at his man, giggled when Arthur booped his nose. The sight of their romance sometimes resembled those romantic lives of highschool teenagers. Cheesy yet sweet. A simple love story they needed. No complicated arguments, no yelling to each other, no knives aimed at each other’s throat. Just two men loving each other in a heartfelt way.
His soft delicate curly hair entwined between Arthur’s rough fingers. Hands which he used to fight, to defend, to love. He stroked his hair softly, making him comfortable to close his eyes with the soft wind cooling down the temperature.
