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littlespacereader · 5 months

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Is it the first of December? Yes. Is the Halloween fic finally finished? YOU BET! I apologize for the wait but here it the long awaited Moon Knight Halloween Fic!! I rewrote the story a couple of times but I hope you all enjoy the Fic!!🌙👻🎃

The Little Protector of the Night🌙

A Moon Knight Halloween Special🎃

Caregiver!Marc Spector & GN Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags - Marc Spector saves the reader, some mean things said about regression, pacifiers, sippy cups, stuffed animal, pull-up (mentioned), dress up, hand holding, hugs

Nicknames - kid, kiddo, little moon knight

A month ago I was walking back from a night class when I came across a group of people. It was almost as if they were waiting for someone to stumble upon them so they could cause trouble.

I tried to just walk past them to no avail. They kept standing in front of me, trying to grab and push me around.

“Go away!” I yelled, looking for my chance to run.

“Aw! Come on! It’s not every day we get to see walking by this time of night.”

One of the members of the group grabbed my backpack and ripped it off me. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?”

“Give it back!!” I rushed forward to grab it back but one of them shoved me back onto the ground.

They proceeded to dump all of my belongings inside onto the alleyway floor. Scattered across the payment fell my school books and such but also my little things like my pacifier, my favorite stuffie, a pull-up, my crayons and coloring book, and some fidget toys.

The group paused only for a second seeing the items. Then they bursted into laughter.

“What are you three?”

“Awwww! Just a little baby are you?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime baby?”

They inched their way back to me, though not without stepping on all my belongings. I started to crawl backwards and they started towards me.

“No! Stop! Please!”

Tears sprang my eyes as they approached. I just covered my face and wished they would disappear.

And in a way, they suddenly did.

I felt a gust of wind blow past me. Then the sound of the men falling onto the ground 5 feet away. I lifted my head to see, and what I saw widened my eyes.

This god like figure appeared from the night sky and started attacking everyone. One guy got hit into the alley wall, another smashed down to the ground.

I froze in place, watching the man dressed in all white take on the group of people. Where did he come from? How did he know I was in trouble?

Sure, I knew superheroes existed but they were mostly in America. Was he a superhero? He didn’t look like an Avenger. He looked different, but in a good way.

With the last guy taken care of, he stopped and looked at the scene, at all my belongings scattered around, my backpack thrown to the side and me still sitting on the ground with my legs pressed to my chest and on the verge of hyperventilating.

He looked almost like a mummy the way he was wrapped up. A long cape behind him, his face shielded with a mask and a hood. In his hand he held a crescent shaped dagger of sorts. He looked intimidating but so cool.

His mask disappeared and suddenly he was just real. More real than he was before. Before he felt like something from another world, almost god like. Without the mask he was just a person, just like me.

Once his eye caught my own and I think he could see that I was still in a bit of shock because he put the dagger away and held his hands up.

“Hey kiddo, it’s alright now. They’re not going to hurt you anymore.”

His voice sounded surprisingly calming despite being someone who just appeared out of no where and beat up a whole group of people. His voice also sounded surprisingly American.

“Are you an Avenger?” I asked before I even had a chance to think about it.

The man chuckled, “No. Far from it. But I’m a good guy, I promise.“

He began to walk over to me but paused. His eyes caught the sight of my stuffed animal bunny laying down on the gross ground. He picked the stuffie up and walked over towards me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I’m sorry for what these people did to you and your belongings.”

He crouched down on my level and held out my stuffie to me. “But it seems like your bunny made it out unharmed.” He smiled.

I carefully took my bunny back into my arms and held it tight to me, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What’s your bunny’s name?”

“Fluffy.”

“Fluffy,” he smiled again. “That’s a nice name fluffy. Fits them perfectly.”

“What your name? I mean your real name and your superhero name?” I asked so curious to who the mystery man was.

“My superhero is Moon Knight, but you can call me Marc. I’m the protector of the travelers of the night just like yourself.”

He stood up and offered me his hand to help me stand. I gladly took it, standing up on legs a bit wobbly. He quickly realized and came over to my side, helping me for a moment till I was okay.

“Thank you. That was scary. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you…” the thought started to make me upset.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay! There’s nothing to worry about anymore. You’re alright and safe now.”

He held his hand in mine for a little comfort. “Let’s get your belongings and take you home okay? I don’t want you out any longer tonight. You shouldn’t be walking home at night by yourself.”

I nodded my head and squeezed his hand. He squeezed it right back before letting it go to help me.

He picked up all my belongings, well, the ones that weren’t destroyed and put them back into my backpack for me. My sippy cup and my pacifier were two of the thing that they destroyed but were replaceable.

Then with my backpack zipped he flung it over his shoulder and took my hand in his once again. “Now, let’s get you home.”

He held my hand the entire walk back to my flat. I thanked him again for everything and just like that he left. And I haven’t seen him since.

The only sign of him from that night was a package I received a few day later. Inside was a new sippy cup and pacifier. I looked at the box confused. I didn’t order anything. But then it hit me who sent it.

No note or anything, just a new sippy cup and pacifier wrapped in tissue paper. The cup’s had a beautiful moon and star design to it and the pacifier had a little moon charm on it.

That was a month ago and yet it feels like yesterday. I can’t shake the idea of him from my mind. He wasn’t like the Avengers, no he was so much cooler than them.

Yet he was so gentle with me. Unlike the group that was trying to hurt me, he didn’t judge me for regressing, in fact he didn’t even mention it. He just noticed and started to help me.

It was weird to say but I missed him. When he held my hand and walked with me back to my flat I almost wished that he was going to stay and make sure I got settled okay. He made me realized maybe I wanted a Caregiver in my life.

But I shook that thought away. No. He was just some guy who knew about regression and was kind to me. I mean that was a month ago! The chance of me seeing him again were slim to none.

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Halloween arrived and everyone in London dressed the part…literally. Everyone walking around was wearing a costume and it was fun to see.

This year I opted not to buy a costume but make my own. With the help of some medical bandages and hot glue I made a replica of the costume I saw Moon Knight wearing. It wasn’t a copy of his costume but I think it was close enough. I even made his crescent moon daggers out of cardboard.

My friends invited me to their house for a costume party. I stayed for a little bit and hung out. Obviously no one knew who I was for Halloween. They just assumed I was a mummy and I was alright with that. The costume was for myself more than anyone else.

But as the night dragged on I could feel myself starting to get tired and starting to regress. So I said my goodbyes to everyone at the party and called it a night.

I don’t live far from them so it wasn’t a long walk. But my quiet night walk was interrupted by someone yelling behind me.

“Hey it’s that moon freak!”

I turned around to see who was yelling and my heart dropped. It was the same group as last time. How? I have no idea.

They must’ve recognized me too but I didn’t give them the chance to comment on it. I took off running. I was close to home, maybe I could make it.

But the group was fast on my tail trying to get me. My feet and their feet echoed down the alley way towards my apartment.

I grabbed the door and was about to enter when they grabbed me and pulled me off. The group pulled me away despite my struggles to break free.

“Can you imagine our luck! The baby from last time. And look, they’re dressed up as that crazy man with the cape.” One said.

I tried to pull my arms away from their grip but I couldn’t. “Stop!! Go away!!”

“It’s a shame he isn’t here to join us in our reunion! Oh well, guess we’ll just have to go on without him.” Another laughed.

Suddenly a mental crescent dagger hit the man next to me, then suddenly another.

We all looked up to see Moon Knight flying from the roof top down to the alley way. I stepped back as he started to take on the group for a second time. Like the last time it was interesting to see.

But as he was fighting I could see one of them grabbing something to hit him with. So armed with my two cardboard crescent moons I threw them at the guy. It did nothing to him, but it did distract him enough for Marc to take him down.

“Nice shot kid!” He yelled out.

I smiled back, proud to help the fight. Then, like the last time, everyone was laying unconscious on the ground. Then it was just Marc and myself.

“What did I say about walking alone at night?” His mask disappeared again so I could see the eyebrows raise.

“I was right around the corner! I didn’t know they would be here!” I argued. I’m

Marc smiled, dropping the tough guy act. “I love your costume this year. You look exactly like me. It’s almost uncanny. Did you do that yourself?”

“Yeah! I made it myself! I really wanted to be you for Halloween! You look so cool.” I smiled.

“Well I think you look cooler. Plus my costume isn’t homemade, making you’re the coolest.” He winked.

He walked over to me, “Where’s fluffy tonight? Didn’t join you for Halloween?”

I shook my head, “I didn’t want to lose them at the party.”

Marc hummed. He looked around and sighed, “Listen kiddo, I don’t feel safe with you going back to your flat with these idiots laying unconscious outside. But I also don’t want you to be alone with your headspace right now. So, if you feel comfortable with it, I can take you back to my apartment and keep an eye on you there. Sound good?”

I smile broke out across my face, “Yes!! That would be so much fun!!” I was practically jumping up and down.

Marc smiled back, “Alright good. Let’s go to your apartment and get your things and then we’ll head to my place.”

Running up the stairs of my apartment, I quickly brought Marc into my flat and introduced him to every stuffie I had, all of which he shook their hands, paws and fins. Then he helped me pack a bag and grab whatever I would need for the night.

With my apartment door closed and locked the two of us started walking towards his apartment, strolling through London together hand in hand.

Problem was his apartment was a bit of a walk across London. So as the walk went on I could feel myself starting to get more and more tired. At one point it felt as though he was dragging me along.

Eventually he turned and picked me up, holding me on his hip. “There we go. Tuckered out from all your crime fighting my little moon knight?”

My little moon knight. It sounded so nice.

“Can I be your little moon knight?”

My heart was beating out of my chest. It’s wasn’t just anything…it was asking if he was a caregiver and wanted me as his little one.

Marc smiled, “I would be honored to have you as my little moon knight. My little sidekick in both life and now crime fighting.”

I smiled back and rested my head against his shoulder. I can’t believe Moon Knight is now my Caregiver. I’ve never felt more safe and happy.

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I drifted on and off while Marc walked through London. After the the third time waking up in his arms I lifted my head up and looked at him confused.

“Marc?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going the right way?”

“Yeah…yeah I think we’re going the right away…I have to ask Steven.” Marc said talking to myself more than me.

At first the comment went over my head, blame it on the tiredness. But then it hit me.

Who the hell is Steven?

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aew-kun-age-regression · 3 months

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More Regressor Marc, absolutely :D a tad bit of an angsty theme this time @geekgirl-33

#agere blog #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #sfw little post #little space #agere little #aewlittlerambles #sfw little community #aewlittlemoodboards #stimboard #blue stim #grey stim #agere marvel #marvel agere #agere moonknight #agere moon knight #moon knight agere #regressor!marc spector #little!marc spector

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khonshuscondemned · 2 years

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it’s steven who finds him out, at half three in the morning.

the thing is, jake is really good at talking marc and steven down from panic attacks, but he never quite figured out how to do it on his own, for himself. (it’s rare he gets worked up enough to have a full blown attack, anyways) so when he gets home to the apartment and the door closes behind him before he can flip on the light switch it hits like a tsunami wave he never saw coming. the heavy wood of the front door is pressed against his back and his eyes are wide and unblinking in the enveloping darkness- his lungs freeze up and his heart starts pounding out a great and terrible drumbeat against his chest and his vision begins to tunnel and darken around the edges it only serves to send him spiralling deeper. he squeezes his eyes shut, he tries to focus on counting out his breaths- he fights for the control slipping through his fingers like sun-scorched sand-

‘Oh wow-‘ says a voice, steven’s voice, and jake flinches, eyes snapping open. ‘You.. you must be the other one. I- oh wow, I’m- my name’s Steven-‘

He’s… in the middle of a panic attack, and steven grant is.. introducing himself ?

‘Marc said.. he said there might be another-‘ steven’s voice trails off as jake attempts to pull a rattling rasp through his teeth as he fights the black spots in his vision. (he may actually not survive this one, he thinks bitterly to himself)

Except, the next time Steven speaks, it’s much closer to where Jake has slid to kneel on the floor, hands pressed to his chest. ‘Hey, mate, you all right? No offence, but you don’t look too hot.’

His next inhale is stuttered around an unexpected huff of laughter. Without thinking, he shakes his head, unable to form enough coherent words to string together in a sentence that makes sense. ‘Don’t … like..,’ he grunts, and shakes his head again, ‘it’s- dark. It’s too dark- no puedo ver-‘

he can barely make out the way steven’s head tilts to the side, too distracted by the way his lungs are screaming for air and his head spins. his eyes slip closed once more and he desperately tries to convince himself that that’s the reason it’s so dark, cos his eyes are just closed-

-that he’s not in a coffin, a casket, a sarcophagus to be buried beneath the earth and forgotten, left behind-

‘Too- too dark?’ steven parrots, seeming confused for just a moment before there’s a sort of tugging sensation way back behind their eyes and Jake’s hand moves as though controlled by puppet strings, reaching upwards and to the right-

His fingers brush a light switch and it’s like his brain comes back online. He flips the switch and electricity buzzes as the apartment is no longer pitch black. his lungs expand almost to capacity as his chest heaves, inhaling greedily.

Steven is looking at him from the mirror beside the door, hair tousled from sleep, eyes bright. When he notices jake returning his gaze, he gives a little wave. ‘I don’t much fancy the dark myself,’ he says, explaining, ‘i always trip or stub my toe when i can’t see where I’m going.’

I know, jake wants to say.

‘But! That’s what night lights were invented for. I know i have some extras stored away somewhere..’ steven taps his lower lip in thought. ‘I’ll find them, and keep one on by the door for you, yeah?’

Jake swallows, still rubbing at the leftover anxious ache in his chest, but then he smiles softly and nods. ‘That.. would be nice.’

‘Excellent,’ steven responds, and he’s nodding, too, around a muffled yawn. ‘Then that’s tomorrows plans sorted.’

‘Thank you, steven.’

The gift-shopist looks slightly surprised by his gratitude, as though he hadn’t been expecting it, but his smile grows wider and he shrugs it off. ‘Ah, shucks, mate.’ he says, and then brightens once more. ‘Oh, right- what’s your name, by the way?’

‘Jake,’ jake replies, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s wondering if maybe this is all just a dream. ‘Jake Lockley.’

‘Well, Jake Lockley, it’s a pleasure to have made your acquaintance. Marc’s gonna be so jealous I got to talk to you first!’

#help im late for work bc i couldn’t figure out how to finish this #it’s not even a Thing i was just having Thoughts #<- a dangerous game #about how Jake might. have a bit of a lasting fear of the dark after the duat #and how that could impact things idk #just shoves this onto my blog and doesn’t look at it again #moon knight #ihdrabbles #long post #ish

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thetinyblossom · 8 months

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would it be possible to do a moon knight mood board or regression board 👉👈

Oooh I already made a regression board! So I will do a mood board ^^

🌙Moon Knight Agere moodboard🌙

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#agere #agere post #agere flip #safe agere #agerespace #age regression #age regressor #sfw regression #agere blog #agere fandom #fandom agere #agere sfw #sfw agere #agere moodboard #moon knight agere #blossom requests

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scarletfasinera · 8 months

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Chris Mooneyham

#png #moon knight #I've seen this piece around tumblr many times but always in a long post & not by itself?#And I want it on my blog so.#I have a few more MK things to post but I'll space them out

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lionofstone · 7 months

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thinking about diatrice alraune again (thanks, @xenonmoon for your mk blogging!) and how much her existence frustrates me. that run has a multitude of flaws but the one that always gets me grinding my teeth is how little of diatrice's existence makes sense. i can understand marlene hooking up with jake (even if i do think it's slightly ooc because marlene always seemed to like jake the least—i do like that jake likes and cares for her, and later runs do somewhat interesting things with it) but i HATE that they act as though jake isn't her father?? jake is the only one, at this point, who has any kind of relationship with marlene. he's the one who slept with her, he's the one who goes to visit her, and yet diatrice knows him as uncle jake?? literally WHY. why did they tell her that marc is her father??? why does marc immediately accept this???? i think it's such a disservice to all the characters involved. marc is made to feel like an absent father, jake isn't even allowed to refer to his daughter as such, marlene continues to be so incredibly blasé about the system and her treatment of them, and diatrice is given a really incomplete impression of her family dynamic. (also what about steven?? does steven even play in at all? i don't remember. but like, in the og comics, steven was the one who marlene liked best/was dating, even if they retconned that sometime in the 90s. shouldn't he also care about this child he knew nothing about???)

#ljs life #moon knight #moon knight comics #i don't remember this run super well except for That One Issue but i digress #the point is that diatrice being *marc's* daughter does not make sense but they all act like it does #and i'm like. what.#and i'm sure!! that they are systems/plurals out there who define their relationship to their children in a variety of ways #but when jake is the one who slept with marlene & is the one present in diatrice's life - why doesn't she get to call him dad?#seems wild to me idk that's my hot take #i swear i have more coherent thoughts and analysis on these stories/comics than any of my posts make it seem #this is simply word vomit bc i looked at xenonmoon's blogging today and had Opinions

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your-fellow-writer-of-the-night · 7 months

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Age regression discord server

I created a mostly fandom and writing related agere discord server if anyone is interested.

there's a room for babies, one for kiddos, one for animals and one for cargivers, a place to info-dump about anything, a vent zone, a writing/art spot, lots of fandoms rooms (House MD, Lucifer, Good Omens, BBC Sherlock, Brooklyn 99, Moon Knight, Supernatural, Doctor Who, White Collar, Our Flag Means Death, NBC Hannibal, Bones and a room for other fandoms) that's it for now but there might be more things in the future

there's only 13 member yet but it would be good to have more people so if you want to talk about fandom and agere, make friends or are just looking for a safe space we'd be happy to have you :)

here it is:

it's still a bit in construction to make it even better so as the creator i'm always up if you have ideas on how to improve it

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x-dudes · 6 months

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Thinking so hard about meeting Jake Lockley first and becoming his girlfriend. Jake tries to hide so much of himself to the point where Marc and Steven don't even know Jake exists yet, and you've never been told they exist either. The potential... The situational comedy... The Romance...

#i refuse to pull the plug on this blog's life support specifically so i can make posts like these once every two years #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #moon knight #moon knight x reader #so many thoughts... so many feelings...

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godoutcast · 2 years

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I probably should keep my mouth shut...but I've seen some negativity about the Jewish rep, even after today's episode, in Moon Knight and I wanna address it as someone born and raised Jewish and, even more than that, someone who struggled with my faith. Further disclaimer, I'm no longer religiously Jewish, but consider it part of my heritage. This will have episode 5 spoilers and it's gonna be a long one so putting it under the cut. Hopefully I won’t regret posting this but I had so many thoughts. Please note the triggers in the tags and that this is a dark episode, okay?

First, let's look at the representation Moon Knight has given us. Early on, just a couple small things: a mezuzah on the apartment door, wearing a star of David necklace. These were nice little touches in my opinion. I have a star of David necklace from my nana I still wear sometimes. Considering how we see him struggle this last episode, I wouldn't be surprised if the necklace is an heirloom, a sentimental piece, rather than a simple symbol of faith. I usually see mezuzahs on doors of older or more orthodox Jews (possibly because they're more likely to own a home where they can nail it into the door, but anyway), and I was on the conservative to reform side, so it gave me a sense of where his family may have landed on the spectrum of orthodoxy if he's used to having one to the point he put one up himself (or, since I think it’s said at some point the flat is his “Mum’s”, this was another way of Marc reinforcing that idea for Steven).

Now, for those not aware, Judaism is a matriarchal religion. Traditionally, your mother has to be Jewish for you to be born Jewish. Doesn't matter what religion your dad is. Anyway, that puts the mother as pretty important.

So, then we have this episode where we find out about Marc and Steven's mother. I can't really generalize all Jewish moms and the following is not that, but like how there are stereotypes about Chinese, Indian, or Jamaican parents, Jewish parents have some key traits too that are why we have the stereotypes. This is likely because it's another ancestor and family-centered culture. Jewish guilt is a real thing and can affect people long past their childhood. Generally, Jewish moms love to dote and spoil their kids so we love them and never want to disappoint them. There's a passage somewhere in the Torah about mothers loving unconditionally and fathers loving conditionally. Not necessarily true in practice, but dads are often a little more hands off in child rearing and even discipline than mothers. Whether they realize what they're doing or not, some moms use this to get us to do what they want.

I always believed my mother was perfect and it actually really screwed with my own view of myself for many years as a kid because I didn't know I had ADHD, so I had problems doing my homework and brushing my teeth while my mom was a teacher and always got mad when I had cavities at the dentist. My nana had to show me my mom's old report card where she got a D in homeroom for talking in class for me to finally realize my mom wasn't some perfect being. Plenty of kids put their parents on a pedestal, but I think Jewish kids do this a lot more with their mom. Jewish moms want to be your best friend, but you have to do what you're told too. They love you, but they learn to use emotional manipulation because they "worry" "love you so much" "don't want to see you get hurt" etc. Bad actions, good intentions. Well-adjusted people usually stop this once their kids are old enough to articulate why this is not okay or they see for themselves the consequences of it.

Back to Moon Knight, at a young age, Marc was still experiencing best friend mom. Doting, I'll make you matzah ball soup and tuck you in when you're sick and fuss over you kind of mom. Now, one unrealistic thing is my mother would've never let me go off on my own...but my dad lived in Philly as a kid and I believe this was probably how it was for him in the era of not locking your doors and all that. All moms are protective. Jewish moms can be even more so (and their kids are often just as protective of them). As the younger sibling, I can also say, often the youngest they consider their special baby, favor them, sometimes to the detriment or at least annoyance to the older siblings. Having Marc looking after his brother is probably why my brother never wanted to go with my mom and me on outings, lol. He didn't, and shouldn't have had to be, responsible for me.

I once slipped in the shower and got a bruise on my chest. My mom saw the bruise and immediately went after my brother thinking he'd hurt me. Jewish moms do not fuck around and find out. They simply fuck up whoever hurts their kids. So Marc's mom blaming and guilting him for his brother's death? Actually, very sadly Jewish but to the emotional extreme. The belt was a product of the times combined with the mom never getting therapy or grief counseling, though my mother spanked me as a kid when I misbehaved and that certainly wasn't fun either. Again, well-adjusted people stop disciplining kids like this when they realize this isn’t the way, but I certainly would’ve liked to go someplace else in those moments too.

As for the shiva for his mom (which is actually a seven-day affair of mourning). I felt that in my soul. I'm sure many people did regardless of religion, for varied reasons. My mother is still alive and not abusive, so for me, it's the kippah throw and then cradling. After my nana got cancer and especially after she died, I questioned Adonai. I questioned Judaism. How could a righteous God have taken a good Jewish woman and make her suffer and call that okay? I felt that energy in this scene. Kippahs are not meant to touch the ground, so the action probably felt wrong the moment he did it despite the anguish he was in. Whatever was in Marc's head at that moment, about how could this be the way it's supposed to go in a good and righteous world of God, he still picked up that kippah he's probably had since his bar mitzvah at 13 (assuming he got one since he was young when his brother died, perhaps he’s had it since his brother’s shiva) and held it close because what else does he have but his faith and heritage? What's left but your memories, whether good or awful, after someone dies? His faith, maybe the only good thing his mother gave him that he still has. The only part of his family he still has left is his faith, but his family has hurt him so much that he loves it still but he's apart from it. Jews often consider their religion their connection to their family, but, whatever your faith may be, many people can relate to that.

So, no, I didn't need Oscar Isaac doing a prayer or showing him going to synagogue or Hebrew school for Jewish representation. The show isn't about him being Jewish (and for those upset Moon Knight is not played by a Jewish actor, there are way more underrepresented things in the acting sphere and Jews aren't what I'm concerned about, and I'm actually thrilled to see a POC Jew rep because not all of us are white New Yorkers). It's about Moon Knight and his trauma. (And no...I didn't need the original comic origin story and I'm glad they didn't use it tbh. That would've been horrific to watch.)

With all that said, other Jews who feel differently? Y’all do you. You can feel it wasn’t good enough and that’s valid, but I’m happy with how it’s gone so far myself. Anyway, enjoy this episode responsibly my friends, it’s a hard one in many ways.

#✑ no one is ever truly good // ooc post #moon knight spoilers #moon knight episode 5 spoilers #moon knight episode 5 #jew talks about moon knight #cw // cancer mention #tw // abuse mention #tw // jewish guilt #I know I'm just an RP blog but I figured I'd put my 2 cents in #I just want to hold Marc and tell him he's good #let me give the moon knight system matzah ball soup and gelt

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wrathful--artist · 1 year

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Moon knight doodles ehehe, I love Mr. Knight/Steven Grant, pretty boy （≧∇≦）

#art #fanart #procreate #digital art #moon knight #moon knight art #moon knight fanart #marvel #mcu #mcu moon knight #steven grant #doodle/sketch thing #I know people want more genshin fanfic but meh #rather post art rn #imagine people following a blog for fanfic when they’re an artist #digital fanart

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littlespacereader · 8 months

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Hi hi hi!!! I'm back with another Moonknight request!!! 😅 I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Caregiver!Steven Grant. (or if you'd prefer it Steven as like an older sibling???) Maybe little!reader has a nightmare or something and doesn't want to go back to sleep so reader and Steven play with Legos (or another activity of your choice) until reader is tired enough to try and sleep again???

Completely fine if not!!!

Hope you're having an amazing day/evening/night!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!!

@aew-kun-age-regression Thank you for another Moon Knight request! I literally love writing them!!Caregiver Steven Grant owns my heart!🥺💞 I am so for this idea! Instead of a older sibling I wrote him as a Caregiver because I love me a gentle CG like Steven! I hope you like this fic! Enjoy!

Protector of the Night🌙

Caregiver! Steven Grant & GN Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags- nightmare, hurt/comfort, building legos, stuffie, cuddles, storytelling

Nickname- Darling, Little One, Sweetheart, Little Moon

It was a rainy night in London. The type of night where the rain gently hit on the window panes. The type of rain storm that would put anyone in a gentle sleep.

The rain seemed to have that effect on Steven Grant and his Little Y/N. The two were sound asleep next to one another while the rain fell outside.

Y/N had their head resting on Steven’s chest and Steven had his arm securely wrapped around them. Whether he was awake or asleep he is always a protector.

Steven used to sleep horrible. Terrified of sleeping walking which he later learned was him swapping heads with Marc. But now, with his little one wrapped around him. He’s never slept more peacefully.

But he sadly couldn’t protect his little one from nightmares. Y/N squirmed and jolted in their sleep until suddenly they jumped up gasping for air. “No! No!!!” They yelled out.

Steven quickly woke up, realizing what happened to his little one. “Y/N! Y/N darling it’s okay! It’s okay! You’re here with me. You’re okay.”

It took Y/N a moment to realize what was going on and where they were. “Steven?” They cried before they practically tackled Steven into a hug. They collapsed into his arms and started to cry. Steven’s heart broke seeing his little one so upset from the nightmare.

“You’re okay darling. You’re okay. I’m so sorry you had such a terrible dream sweetheart. But it’s all over. Nothing can hurt you now. I’ve got you, I’ll protect you.” He pulled his little one into his lap and started to rock them in his arms.

His little one cried into his shoulder, muttering little things here and there to explain what happened in the nightmare. This nightmare was a reoccurring dream that Steven was dragged away from Y/N and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

It was no secret that Marc Spector suffered from DID. Before meeting Y/N it was something he couldn’t control. But now Marc and Steven were on the same page with their time shared in the body. The only thing the two of them argued about was who was going to spend time with their shared little one. Both absolutely head over heels for their little one Y/N.

But the horrors of being locked away not only scared Steven and Marc, it scared their little one too.

“I’m not going anywhere love. No one will ever take me away from you. I’ll always be right here by your side.” Steven said before placing a small kiss to his little one’s head. One hand was wrapped around their back for protection, the other carded through their hair.

They looked at up him with teary eyes, “Promise?”

The question broke Steven’s heart. His little one dealt with rejection and abandoned before. The question came from sad past of being left too many times. If Steven could track down every person who ever hurt Y/N, he’d let Marc take them all.

“I promise from the bottom of my heart.” Steven held his pinky up and the two wrapped them around each other. They both shared a sincere smile.

“It’s really early in the morning Y/N. I say we try to settle back down and go back to sleep.” Steven suggested.

“No! I’m not even tired anymore!” Y/N tried to say, but no one isn’t tired at 3am, especially a younger Little such as Y/N.

Steven could obviously tell his little one was tired too. But he knew that they wouldn’t sleep without getting their mind off that terrible nightmare. So he devised a plan.

“You’re not tired anymore? Well then I guess we’ll just have to get up and start our day.” Steven suggested. He hoped out of bed and took Y/N’s hand in his.

“Are you hungry darling?” They started to walk toward the mock living room Steven had in his small apartment. Y/N shook their head no.

“Alright then how about we spend our early morning playing some games. Wanna play with some legos?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. Steven sat on the rug in the middle of the living room as Y/N ran over and grab the container of legos pouring them onto the floor between the two. They dropped the container and took a seat shoulder to shoulder with Steven.

“What are you going to build?” Steven asked as he started to take a piece from here and there.

“I’m going to build a tall tower!” Y/N said as they grabbed their pieces.

“A tall tower? Well, surely it’s not going to be bigger than my tower.” Steven said smirking to himself. If there’s one thing his Little loves is a friendly competition.

“No way! Mine is going it be the biggest!”

Soon the two of them were in a heated battle building their Lego towers on the rug. Y/N eagerly grabbed pieces left and right trying to have their tower built taller.

Steven happily watched, putting pieces together here and there on his tower, but mostly watching his little one build. He loved seeing their creativity and enthusiasm. Soon Y/N had to sit on their knees to continue to build their tower higher and higher.

“Wow! Now that is what I call a skyscraper! Mine barley look like a building.” Steven joked. The two looked at his tiny Lego house and laughed.

“I like it! It look like our home.” Y/N sat beside him, abandoning their project. “Maybe we should make a backyard or a garden!”

Steven smiled at the idea. “I think that would be lovely!”

The two started to build their Legos working together with each other. Y/N started to build onto Steven’s Lego house a little Lego garden while Steven build them a little Lego backyard.

As the night, well…morning, dragged on with their Lego game Steven started to notice his little one leaning against him more and more. Eventually it got to the point of Y/N resting their head on Steven’s shoulder while they lazily placed Lego pieces one by one.

“Alright darling I think we’ve had enough fun playing Lego. Let’s continue this in the morning.”

“I’m not tired.” Y/N tried to protest but their half open eyes said differently.

“How about we try to rest at least? I can read you a story?” Steven added as he picked up a book from their bookshelf, holding it up to show Y/N.

Y/N nodded their head and held their hand out to Steven to be picked up. So much for not being tired. Steven smiled nonetheless, he put the book under his arms and walked over to Y/N, picking them up and into his arms.

Then the two walked back to his bed. He settled Y/N on their side of the bed before heading to his own. But he stepped on something on the way.

“Now what is Taweret doing on the floor?” He lifted the hippo stuffed animal up. “She must’ve left and went on an adventure while you were asleep.”

Steven walked around to his side of the bed and handed Y/N their Taweret stuffie before he got himself settled in bed next to his little one. Y/N held their stuffie tightly to their chest.

They snuggled closer to Steven as he put his arm around their shoulders. Steven opened the story book in his lap and began to read. Steven is always the best at storytelling! He makes funny voices for all the characters and points out different things on the pictures.

They were about half way through the book when Steven looked down and noticed Y/N fast asleep against him. He smiled to himself and closed the book, setting it on his end table, before wrapping his blanket around Y/N and himself.

Steven glanced at the alarm clock that now said 5:30 am. He sighed, he definitely isn’t making it to work this afternoon. He leaned over and grabbed his cell, sending a quick text to his boss before he settling in for the night…morning actually. Today was definitely going to be a lazy day for the two.

With one arm holding onto Y/N tightly, he kissed their head. “Good night my little moon.” He whispered before resting his head on top of his little one. The two slept peacefully together for the rest of their morning, the protector of the night and his little moon.

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