#Grandpa khonshu

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Take the moon baby to work🌙

plot: with no babysitter or Layla to babysit Isaac, the Moonknight system are unfortunately going to take their baby son to work as the fist of vengeance much to Khonsu distaste for the situation

Warning: blood, swearing, death, grammar errors, google translate, references to the city of the dead issues, (don’t do what the Moonknight system is doing in this fic)

A/N: the third one of the single dad au series, this took almost a lot of my insanity and creativity when typing this. Ps this the longest one I’ve done which means lots of months when writing this.

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As the sounds of a baby giggles echo around the apartment as Isaac was reaching to reach the fish tank while crawling onto the floor as Marc was trying to call for a babysitter this week for Isaac but none of them are available to do so , and now he’s calling his ex wife for help “what do you mean you can’t babysit Isaac, Layla?” He asked while trying to hold his frustration at his ex-wife now friend first time denying to babysit his son knowing how she adores the baby Isaac Curiousity among The world around him. “Marc, we been over this” Layla spoke through the phone “there’s a lot happening in Duat the city of the dead that need protecting now and I dont think is a time for me to drop everything just to help you with Isaac” Hearing this Marc looks at Isaac and swiftly grabbing him just to get him away from falling into or from the edge of the fish tank “I understand Layla, but I can’t just leave the kid alone when I’m out all night this week, most of his usual babysitters are either busy with stuff or out of town” Isaac sneezes and giggles while Marc was finishing up his call with Layla “ you are the last person I have to call for this one whole week Layla” although she is in Egypt right now, he imagines her sighing at the other end “” I know but it’s life Marc and I know you guys will figure something out alright” Layla respond “I gotta go now Marc, let’s the others know that I miss working with ya” He nods “okay then..good bye Layla” with that he hung up the phone flopped onto the couch groan letting Isaac lay on the couch seat next to him. “What are we going to do with you Isaac?” Marc looked at the baby while asking for suggestions from Steven and Jake through the reflection of the table and a coffee/tea mug. Steven responded with an option “try have the baby monitor on us for the mission” Marc frowned “yeah until the batteries died out or the monitor gets destroyed mid fight” he told him as Isaac crawling around “oh come on Marc we both know that heck it not like we can take him to work”he was right about that it’s isn’t safe for him to be on missions “amigos as much as I can agree with you but I’m taking him to work tonight” he murmured in the headspace drinking a made up scotch while fixing much to dismay of the other two “we’re not going to put our baby son in danger” marc bluntly said to him when a gruntly look on his face to Jake. “Plus I don’t want Isaac to get a custom to killing and blood all over the place or on our clothes to scare the kiddo to become restless at night” Steven was about to point out that Isaac might not going to remember the violence since he since Isaac was a baby but didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire that was happening , well he and Marc don’t trust Khonsu with the baby since he cried at the sight in the night when that nightlight was kicked off by the moon god when he had to wake up Marc or Jake to get ready for their duties, they have to figure out something for this situation.”well I still suggest of bringing the baby monitor at our missions” Steven mumbles.

When nighttime came , Marc feed Isaac his dinner and as for Steven ..he read Isaac a censor version of Egyptian mythology giving Isaac a bit of a hissy fit because it wasn’t Peter Pan before putting him in his crib, then goes to bed and that when Jake took control of the body, picks up the car seat and puts it in his limo as he goes back up to the apartment to put half asleep Isaac in his seat much to Khonsu disappointment “I was not expected for you to bring your offspring to our mission tonight” Khonsu said when Jake was putting the seat belt on the baby mentally saying ‘gracias’ that Isaac is out cold sleep being adorable in the progress “well …the babysitters aren’t able to take care of him tonight and the other two are idiots to think poorly At what I’m doing” he replied as fixes his leather gloves and put his hat on him as he gets in the driver seat “besides I’m careful enough to know how to keep mijo safe” Jake looks at Isaac sleeping state “por favor quédate dormido hijo mío” gives him a kiss on the forehead and starts driving “your son will be a distraction for this Jake and should be in the care of someone you would be trusted ” Khonsu point out appearing in the backseat, Jake grunted putting his fake mustache before driving.

it didn’t take long to find the target and lure them into the cab where Jake was silently putting the silencer on his gun so he couldn’t wake up Isaac to start crying when he will kill his target: a leader of a small gang in London that were called stain class scarlets, which was weird considering the name “stain glass scarlet” sounded like a stripper name. “yo where ya heading sir?” Jake asked the passenger not noticing Isaac was waking up a little “hanging sword alley mate” the crook replied gruffly “hurry thou the stain glass scarlets aren’t very good about having their leader being late” Jake huff as he glares at the gang leader through the rear view mirror awhile side eying the baby was making small fists with his chubby little hands. As he drives to a different place where he dumped harrow’s body in, Jake heard the confession the leader and his gang did to innocent people from the past couple of months brutally torturing and beating innocent men and women who traveled at night “and to think that lady was begging not to be taken but to bad for that bitch, she got what coming when dressing like a-wait this isn’t the place I told you where to go” he smirked as Jake turns to the gang leader with a angry look on his face “Es hora de acabar contigo y tu pandilla bastarda.” with that shoots at the leader three times with the gun two at the chest and one in the head, Jake then about to go ditch the body in an alleyway “JAKE LOCKLEY WHAT THE HELL ?!?” Marc’s voice screams through the reflection of the window making him froze in place and groans “what does it look like Spector? I’m doing my job that what” Marc gives him a scolding look while steven was in the other side looking at the two “Jake I’m not happy about that fact you went behind our backs, bringing Isaac into a dangerous situation!” Marc told him “not to mention that Isaac just saw you kill that gang leader in front him!” Jake frown in confusion “what are you talking about? Isaac is asleep and had the silencer on the gun so he wouldn’t be wake-“ baby giggles stopped them as turn to see Isaac wide awake both clapping and smiling unconcerned about that he saw his dad murder a man “oh..” that was Jake answered “well mates he doesn’t seem bothered by it” Steven pointed at the obvious, which Marc stays silent wondering how would they could explain this. “Yea we can see that” Marc said with a interesting looking on his face as Jake took off his gloves and bring Isaac toward his face “you seem unbothered by the fact I brutally shot a very bad man to death don’t you?” Isaac just laughs and reaches for the fake mustache “huh so not only the child friendly things we have in our home bring to joy but also the fact you like us beating up the bad guys huh?” Jake smiles and looks at the two “well Isaac isn’t harm or traumatized by what should be illegal but he seem to act like-“ Steven gets cut off by Marc “no this is a one time thing and we’ll find someone to take care of Isaac and that’s final!” With that everything went silent knowing that the next night they would have to find a way to take down the gang without endangering the baby until Jake yelps in pain from the fake mustache being harshly pulled off by Isaac.

The next night despite agreeing with marc orders, Steven has to be Mr knight and fallow Marc rules about not bringing the baby to a scary situation, but they can’t leave him alone so he also decides to take Isaac to work again and hopefully it’s just patrolling (which isn’t sadly) because one he still doesn’t want Isaac to get hurt very badly and two he thinks Marc could handle the gang even though he did help beat a cult in the past . He grunts “how in bloody hell do you even put this on anyway?” Steven said as he tried to put on a baby carrier on him so he can put Isaac in as Isaac starts to whimper hinting that he is awake and is ready to go out to do some work, “you up and ready lad?” He asked him and Isaac reaches for him as he gets strapped on to his chest with the carrier when he notices Isaac onesie “oh wow you really are ready”Steven said a bit dumbfounded that his onesie isn’t his suit. As they walk out and summon the suit as Mr.knight and son go out to stop some mad men.

“Steven Grant I was not expecting you Tonight” Khonsu said looking at him and if Khonsu had a normal face there would be a deep frown “and you brought the young one here too I see” Steven looks up at the moon god as he let Isaac get distracted by his glove fingers so he wouldn’t be crying in fear or something from Khonsu doing. “Well like we said there’s no one available to babysit, and if I don’t know any better you starting to sound like a grumpy yet concerned grandpa” he pointed out as he smiles underneath the Mr.Knight mask , “I DO NOT SOUND LIKE A MORTAL GRANDPA!” Khonsu shouted, Isaac whimpers and tries hiding in the baby carrier as Steven pats him to calm him down “denial there but anyway where’s the trouble at old bird?”

After getting what information that he got from Khonsu and remembering about Jake’s intel from last night events about the gang and where they are meeting up at, he now mask off looks at Isaac who is starting to get sleepy eye from the boring waiting but most importantly how keep him from getting hurt when he has to fight with the said gang tonight “ I know what we’re doing is bad parenting” Steven said he muttered “but we can’t leave you alone in the flat, I mean what if you’re hungry or need your nappy change while we are gone fighting?” Sighing knowing how Isaac was being calm despite this dilemma he is in, “well it’s a good thing you little mate are so cute that it’s nice to have you so calm down” Isaac sneezes and Steven chuckles when he hear the gangs car coming out “well kiddo it’s time for us to do the work” Steven says as his mask reappears on his face as he prepares for the fight and trying not to get Isaac hurt in the process.

They were all right there the stain glass scarlets in the alley, talking about where the leader is and what is taking him so long “where’s the boss anyway?” One said grumpily tapping his foot, “what if he got snatched by that moon knight bloke fellas” another one said with a hint of fear in his voice “I heard that the guy is bonkers and he brutally attacks very wicked people and some say he wore white” the third one scoffs at the statement “why would he wear white?he must been insane to think that would have sneaked attack anyone around these parts” the gang nodded unware they were being watched by the hero and his son “it’s because we let criminals know we’re is coming” a voice said the gang turn to see Mr.knight walked in to the group looking menacing …well trying to be menacing as Isaac was kinda making hard to, “Ello stained glass scarlets, my name is Mr.knight and I suggest that you turn yourself in so nobody gets hurt” Steven said as the gang look shocked a yet confuse on why theres a baby with him, “is that…is that a baby?” One asked while some draw out there weapons getting ready to fight which Isaac responded to the member blowing a raspberry at him as Steven putting Isaac’s little beanie on and takes out his batons “why yes , yes he is you wankers.”

hit.dodge, attack, hit dodge attack as Steven repeats those words when using the batons on the gangs asses while keeping a laughing Isaac safe from getting hurt by the gang and the weapons they are using. “You are all gonna be sorry for disturbing my yard mates” Steven growls and even fixes his suit while realizing that he needs back up from ether Jake or Marc. “You worm let the others take control and you get your son out of the way!” Khonsu shouted at him and for once the moon god was right as Steven just got stabbed by one of the gang members causing Isaac scream “Marc take the body !” Steven panicking says as he and Isaac about to slam into the wall hard Steven holds Isaac close to shield him from the on coming impact.

As if the gang was about to celebrate their winning by beating Moonknight a moon dart flies through the air and embedding it self in a members eyes causing them to stop as Marc Spector took over the body just in time to keep him and Isaac safe and alive “you fucking almost killed the baby!” Marc shouted as he fights off with the remaining gang members while Also scolding Steven for going behind his back to Isaac safety. “Sorry Marc I am really I’m” Steven professor apologing to Marc in the head space while Marc continues fighting “but you know well we can’t leave him alone at the flat-“ “it doesn’t matter right now Steven!” Marc grunts but does accept his reasoning to that as he slice one guys face and kick one straight into his face. “As along as the baby is safe and these idiots are not going to harm anyone else” Isaac smiles and mimics his father’s actions as if he’s was kicking the bad guys ass too even though he is strapped into the carrier laughing and yawning, as Marc K. O the last remaining man of the gang as he fellow up to the night sky before the cops arrive at the scene

Once everything was quiet as Marc pats a sleeping Isaac back as he walk through the window of the flat also exhausted as the suit disappears from his body while putting his son in his crib stroking isaac’s black hair as he sleeps “we’re sorry amigo” Marc looks up at Jake and Steven in the reflection of the fish tank and a glass cup of water they have both sorry faces on their faces “I know guys” “we thought we taking the baby to work he won’t be home alone having hissy fits or he had a accident in his diaper and…” Steven gets cut off by Marc “ not gonna lie guys.. I hated that you guys brought him to dangerous missions that Khonsu have us do” he said as Steven nodded as Jake just leans there quitely and eventually nods “but not gonna lie..I seem to enjoyed spending time with the kiddo at our night missions.” Jake smirks “finally Spector finalmente está de acuerdo con nosotros“ Steven blinks in confusion still not understanding what Jake just said “but…this isn’t a good example of parenting especially Isaac isn’t even one yet” Marc stated which the others two nodded in agreement with that fact as Marc closes his eyes “I think it’s bed time since the mission was a success because we all have work tomorrow anyways”

It took only 20 minute later on the third night that all of them were knock out asleep when Isaac got out of his crib waking Marc up and pointing to the chair in the flat were khonsu was sitting at “Marc Spector I need you to go on stop A very evil man that just robbed and harm the innocent family” Khonsu said as Marc nods and looks at Isaac then whispers “let’s not tell Layla about this” with that Isaac looks at the half moon, smiles and pulls down his knitted hood and cape.

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#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moonknight #moon boys #singledad au #son of moonknight #layla el faouly #khonshu moon knight #khonshu #grandpa khonshu #sleep deprivation #headache #finally

[angel-of-the-moons]

Alone Time

Moon Knight System (Marc, Steven, Jake) x Fem! Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Fluff, smut, oral (m + f! receiving), protected sex, PiV sex, Jake has a certain kink, unprotected sex, every good mama deserves to have a train run on her, body insecurities, affirmations, porn with a big heaping slice of life, could this be considered cucking? Or voyeurism/exhibitionism?, broken condom

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

This fic is connected to "Small Surprises" Pt. 1 and Pt. 2.

A/N: I had to do it lmao.

Taglist: @simp4-fictional-men @autismsupermusicalassassin @princessakirika @mochimoqa @pimosworld

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Your life was a strange one, now. You'd gotten used to the looming, musty-smelling god that lingered in your apartment and spent time with your daughter; you'd gotten so used to having the man--er, men--in your life at your side when you wake up in the morning.

You'd especially gotten attached to their little fishy friends!

But, hey, you wouldn't change it for the world. Hanukkah and Christmas came and went, so did New years. Poor Victoria, she was hiccuping and crying because the fireworks were too loud and terrified her, prompting Jake to immediately cradle her, and even Khonshu moved to slam your windows closed to muffle the sounds. (Although you lectured him about cracking one of the panes in his haste.)

And now, Valentine's Day was coming up, and you weren't entirely sure what to get for your boys.

Victoria, bless her tiny, sweet, adorable little heart, cut out some messy, colorful, and craft-herpes (glitter) covered hearts to each of them, doodling various things each man liked. Steven's heart was brown with gold glitter and had little Egyptian designs scribbled here and there, Marc had a few sports items drawn on his white and blue-glitter heart, Jake had a bright yellow and white heart, a crude scribble of his car drawn on next to his name.

She even made one for Khonshu. It was gaudy. Bright, neon pink, purple and blue glitter all over, and had small drawings of birds on it, with a crescent moon with a smiley face in the middle. His face couldn't emote, but you couldn't help but grin like an idiot (and had to elbow Steven in the gut to keep him quiet) as your innocent daughter handed her little art project to her "Cranky Bird Grandpa 'Shu". You were positive his pride took a blow when he accepted it in front of the two of you, but the way he gingerly held the little gift silently told you that he did, infact, like it.

Why Khonshu's personality seemed to shift around you and Victoria, you were unsure. You'd never asked, and to be honest you kinda didn't wanna know. You just chocked it up to, hopefully, Khonshu realized his existence didn't have to solely revolve around justice and violence. That some of his more forgotten attributes could be indulged in; such as him being a protector and a healer.

One time, Victoria fell and scraped her knee at the park, bawling as blood trickled down her delicate little leg. Before you or Marc could leap to your feet, Khonshu was there (invisible to others, of course) and whispered something to her. She repeated it, and by the time you two got there, Khonshu was gone, disappeared into a puff of mist, and Victoria was no longer injured.

Marc had asked her, worried, about what Khonshu said to her, the moment you got into the car. You were vaguely paying attention, at first, distracted at how his beard had come in, and he'd stopped being so meticulous about his appearance that his usually raven locks and beard (the one Jake insisted they grow out) were peppered with silver.

"What did he say, Vicky?" Marc asked.

"Jus' said that I had to say the words." Victoria answered vaguely, playing with her little scarab plushie in the back seat.

"What words, baby?" Marc asked, feeling a nervous sweat break out on his neck. You had to place your hand on his thigh to snap him back to reality.

"The words!" Victoria said, pursing her cute little face, her nose all scrunched up at his lack of automatically knowing what she meant. "He said, I gotta say the words to ask for help, so he can fix me!"

"...Wait." You turned in your seat to look back at her as you approached a red light, Marc watching her warily through the rear-view.

"Honey, do you mean a prayer?"

"Duh!" She scoffed, like it was obvious. "'Shu used to fix people all the time, he says. But nobody says the words no more so he can't. I had to say em so he could do it!"

You and Marc blink at each other, mulling over what your daughter just told you, a thick silence hanging in the air that was only cut through by her munching on some veggie sticks (all carefully arranged by color, of course. The red ones tasted the best, so they went first!).

"....I forgot he could do that." Marc murmured softly, looking back at the road as the light turned green.

"Yeah!" Victoria peeped. "'Shu says he can't do it no more cause it's hard. It's easier to find bad guys than fix people 'cuz they don't him ask for it no more."

You watch as Marc's jaw tenses and a look of confliction creases his brow.

Living under basically forced servitude tends to blind one to any benevolence their "benefactor" may have possessed at one point.

...And apparently still possessed. He'd never thought--none of them had--to consider that Khonshu never dispatched them to heal anyone, because A.) Nobody prayed to him for that anymore. B.) It wasn't in Moon Knight's abilities to heal anyone. And C.) Evil was just so much easier to root out.

The rest of the ride home was quiet; Marc, Jake, and Steven's headspace abuzz with this revelation.

You, meanwhile, still stressed out over what to get Marc, Steven, and Jake.

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"I still don't trust him." Marc muttered stubbornly.

"I understand why, and you have your rights to." You sigh softly, kneading the muscles in his shoulders. You were sitting behind him on the bed, his legs draped over the edge. "But you have to admit, he's strangely... sweet to Victoria."

"I don't trust it." He huffs again, his eyes closing as your thumbs work a particularly stiff knot between his shoulders.

"I know. But believe me, if he tries anything..." You mutter as your brow creases and you apply just a bit more pressure, earning a groan and a strained chuckle from Marc.

"Shit, I think the old man is more scared of you than what the Ennead might do to him if he fucks with the sky again." He says. "You and that broom."

You grin and press yourself against his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you slip your arms around his midsection, feeling the mix of softness and muscle, there.

"Well... me and my broom are fearless companions." You chuckle.

Marc stutters out a short huff as your fingers brush the trail of hair running beneath waistband of his sweatpants. They were doing very little to conceal the growing erection that throbbed against his thigh.

Marc tipped his head and looked at the monitor next to the bed, showing that Victoria was happily snuggled in bed, curled up with her arms squeezing Digger the scarab plush and snoozing peacefully.

Thank god that little girl usually slept like the dead...

"So..." You say, leaning in to nip at his ear as you comb your fingers through his curls, small water droplets clinging to the strands. Your nails scraping against his scalp, he groaned.

"You don't gotta work for the old man tonight." You say, kissing down his neck and to his shoulder, feeling how goosebumps formed beneath your soft lips; your hand slowly sliding up from his happy trail to his chest.

"Ay, hermano, you don't say yes I'll fuck her for you." Jake's voice rang out.

Marc grunted at his unwanted offer and demand; usually when it came to being intimate with you, the two of you worked out a system, setting up times, etcetera. And when spontaneous things like this happened, Jake and Steven would leave you and Marc alone, and the other ways around.

But of course Jake would occasionally peek in to tell Marc different things to do to you to get the best reaction, or hell, sometimes he'd cheer Marc on like a weird perverted, one-man cheerleader.

"Hmmm... Jake?" You chuckle, taking a small bit of his muscle in between your teeth playfully.

"Fuck. Yeah." Marc gasped, your palm sliding slowly back down until it was all the way under his sweats, stroking his throbbing cock leisurely. He could feel Jake linger, just barely... he would be a spectator tonight, it seemed.

"Ah, should've known. Steven's a good boy and tends to leave everyone alone when it comes to one-on-one time." You chuckle, placing a small kiss to your bite mark. They'd be gone by the time he suited up next, but you knew all the boys had preferred little "badges" to wear.

With Marc, he liked your bite marks, your hand occasionally tugging on his hair. With Steven, it was hickeys and lipstick stains. With Jake, it was scratches on his chest and back, maybe a bitten lip.

However you were all careful not to make them too obvious. The one time Victoria brought up a hickey she spotted on Steven's throat, you swore you saw steam puff out of his ears and his brain explode.

"A-A bug bit me, poppet, th-that's all!" He told her.

"Oh! Okay." She replied to him, not questioning it further, content to go back to playing with her dolls. (She had mummified one of them while you two were making lunch, which concerned you because Khonshu helped so it was as frighteningly accurate as it could get on a chunk of plastic...)

Marc groaned and he bucked his hips up into your touch, his hand falling to where he felt yours beneath his pants, encouraging you.

"Damn, baby." He huffed, already feeling beads of precum begin to drop from the tip of his dick.

You tug his head to the side and kiss him hungrily, your lips connecting as your tongues sloppily danced with one another.

"Your mouth?" Marc hissed.

You nod with a hum slipping around him and to your knees on the soft carpet at his feet, your eyes dark and hungry as he lifted his hips, letting your soft, delicate hands pull his sweats all the way down.

"We honestly may as well stop getting dressed right out of the shower." You chuckle, biting your lip as you pump his cock with your hand, your cheek resting on his thick thigh while you give him a teasing look.

You press your thumb against the weeping head of his dick, sighing. "....because either way, one of you boys get wound up and we wind up naked again."

"Can't help it around you." Marc groaned as you ran your tongue up the underside of his length, tracing the pulsing vein there.

"Clothes just fly off on their own when you're around us, baby."

You snort and roll your eyes, giving his tip a little love nip before licking the large drop of sweet-salty fluid off it, and popping it in between your lips and swallowing him down.

"Fuck." He growled as you bobbed your head, sucking tight and hollowing your cheeks while he petted your damp hair shakily.

"So fucking good, baby."

You moan appreciatively, squirming as you feel your panties start to squish, your clit throbbing almost in tune with his pulse as you take him deeper.

You gag a bit when he gets a little overzealous, and he pulls you back, panting and brows pinched up in concern. "Shit, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just need a teeny bit of a warning next time, honey." You giggled before pulling him back into the hot wet cavern of your mouth.

Marc's eyes rolled back in bliss as your tongue stroked him, his lips snagging his teeth beautifully as his eyes drift to the monitor again to check on Victoria.

Dead asleep, but this time with a little foot poking out from her blankets.

He made a soft whine as the plush of your lips squeezed his sensitivity flesh, your teeth grazing just after, providing a singular myriad of sensations.

Gods, your mouth was downright sinful. The first time you gave him a blowjob, he thought he died again, his orgasm slamming into him like a runaway train.

Afterwards, you sheepishly admitted that sometimes, the only way your ex would get intimate with you while you were pregnant was oral, because he said the sight of your stretch marks made him uncomfortable, and he had his concern for "the kid".

Yeah, it was more likely because he was already having sex with your friend on the side by that point.

But with your boys? They loved whatever they could get, and treasured every millisecond of it. Sometimes a little too much; Steven had a habit of cumming before he even properly fucked you, especially while spending time between your legs with his tongue to the point you were worried he smothered between your thighs.

So many times he'd stain the insides of his boxers and pants, just from eating you out.

Marc groaned, his cock jerking in your mouth to signal you he was going to cum; and you hummed around him greedily, sucking harder to milk him of whatever he could give you.

"Fuuuuck--" He breathed hard, the first spurt of cum shooting out and coating your tongue; his taste heavy and thick and oh-so addicting as you happily drank him down, swirling your tongue around as you pulled off.

Marc chuckled breathlessly and collapsed onto the bed, his arm resting over his face, "Shit... I swear you could suck the soul outta one of us."

You slowly crawl up his body, looking down at him as you support yourself with your hands and knees with a cheeky grin. "That good, huh?"

Marc leaned up and kissed you softly on the lips. "That good."

His hands find their way up your thighs to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he bunched your microfiber sleep shorts beneath his fingers. "Now lemme return the favor."

You squeaked and laughed as he flipped you on your back, his hands almost ripping your buttons on your shirt open to get to the skin beneath, licking and placing open mouth kisses as he moved down to your breasts, his tongue flattening over your perked nipples as his hand slides down to your tummy.

You squirmed a bit, you always do when he palms your squishy lower half. After having Victoria, you didn't "bounce back" like those gorgeous mothers online always seemed to. Your belly was stretched, visible purple marks that faded to an almost silvery sheen over time, but you just couldn't lose the weight that came with your pregnancy.

Your ex didn't like your obvious signs of your growing child within your womb, but your boys? Gods, they adored it. Because it was proof you carried that sweet, adorable, curious little girl that you all loved so much; your body keeping her safe and warm until she was ready to greet the world for the first time.

"Baby." Marc said, looking at you, his dark eyes soft and loving as his flattened his calloused palm over your squishy tummy.

"C'mon... I know that look."

"I... I can't help it." You mumble as he plants feather-soft kisses over your eyelids.

"You need to stay off those mom forums." He joked. "They're full of photoshopped women, or women who can afford surgery to hide a previous pregnancy."

"I know..."

Marc leaned down, kissing his way down your tummy, planting more and more kisses over each and every stretch mark, until his lips reached the waistband of your shorts.

"You're fucking gorgeous, baby. Every scar and bit of baby fat included."

His fingers tapped your hips and you lifted them so he could all but rip them down your legs, practically licking his chops as his eyes landed on your soaked and puffy folds, a soft patch of hair on your mons.

He kissed his way down, further, his thumb spreading your lips and labia, smearing your slick around as his lips formed an "o" around your clit.

You moaned deeply, hand tangling in his mass of untamed curls as his fingers toy with your entrance; tracing it but not sliding inside.

"Marc!" You bucked impatiently.

"So greedy." He chuckled, the vibrations from his voice sending jolts through your clit, making you jump and yelp.

The way his beard tickled and scraped your cunt and thighs had your head swimming, your slick soaking the salt and pepper hairs on his face.

When his fingers finally plunged in, your toes curled and your hands gripped your blankets tight.

"Marc." You mewled.

Marc used his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back as his index and middle fingers curled inside your tight, gummy walls; giving his tongue unfettered access to wrap around the sensitive nub.

You hips tilted and your back arched, and you had to bite down on your lip to stifle the cries that wanted to come from your mouth. Your clit was sensitive, it always was; but god forbid your baby daddy ever give a fuck about that.

Marc and the boys? Oh, they loved to abuse that knowledge every time you two were intimate. Especially when they were using their mouths on you.

"Shit, we need to find a babysitter Vicky's comfortable with." Marc growled in between open mouth kisses to your sweet lips, his fingers curling in the most devilish way.

"Wanna hear how loud we can get ya."

You hiccuped softly in an effort to control your breathing and stuttering voice as your orgasm started to creep up on you. All you could do was blabber out a short "yes" when Marc nipped at your clit again, pressing his fingers up at juuuuust the right angle, sending your eyes rolling so far back into your head you swore you could probably see your own brain for a split second as those wonderful waves of ecstasy beat away at the shores of your sanity.

Marc continued to thrust and curl his fingers, slowing down to stretch out your orgasm until you were ready, your poor hungry hole fluttering and clenching around his digits for more.

Marc, the cheeky little shit, made a lewd display of licking his fingers clean, spreading them into a wide "v" as he wrapped his tongue around each one, licking you completely clean.

You growled playfully and pulled him down to you, slipping your tongue past his lips, tasting a little of yourself in his mouth as your kiss turned sloppy and very messy; his beard soaked all the way through from how much you had gushed onto his tongue and mouth.

When you parted (because your brains finally told you that you needed oxygen to keep living) you were both flushed and hungry for more, and Marc reached down, squeezing your baby fat softly.

"All this is ours, and we aren't trading it for anything."

And damn, did he spend the rest of the night proving it to you.

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"Aunt Layla!" Victoria squealed, running and practically leaping into the woman's arms.

"'Tawar." She giggled, waving excitedly at the hippo-woman trailing just behind.

Layla laughed loudly and you grinned as she and your daughter brushed noses. It was weird, at first, meeting Marc's ex-wife (and Steven's ex-girlfriend) but you were happy they were still on friendly terms, friendly enough, that Layla wanted to meet you and your little girl.

Victoria latched onto her immediately, the moment she sat down in your living room, the curious girl pattered up to her after waking up from her nap, still drowsy as she clambered onto the sofa, and curled up in Layla's nap, resting her head on her chest.

It was so cute you almost started crying. Even the goddess, Taweret, squealed and wiggled her feet at the sight. Given she was the goddess of mothers, children, and other related things, it made sense that she adored your daughter (like Khonshu, but the old pigeon would never admit to it.)

Taweret tagged along on most visits because she wanted to meet the woman and child responsible for gaining so much trust and love from the boys to ease their pain and loneliness. She also just wanted to meet your daughter because, c'mon. Victoria was adorable and everyone so far loved her. Even the "bloody old pigeon" as she and Steven were so fond of calling Khonshu.

Layla settled and hefted your child onto her hips, walking over to give you a side hug and you two exchanged cheek kisses in greeting.

"Hey, love!" Layla said to you both. "How have things been!"

"Oh, wonderful. Victoria's started reading multi-chapter books already." You sigh, smiling in wonder at your daughter.

Victoria giggled bashfully and started rubbing her cheek onto Layla's, reaching out to touch Taweret's outstretched palm.

"Really? So soon?" Layla blinked in amazement.

"Yeah, the doctor said it's not entirely uncommon that some autistic children develop certain skills quicker. She's already reading some of Steven's textbooks to him!" You reply.

"Damn, give her a few weeks and I'd wager this little ankle-nipper will be able to put any of those scholars at the museum to shame." She snorted.

"Steven said the same thing." You chuckled. "Even joked that they could probably go into Uni together."

"Oh gods, that's cute." Layla giggled as Victoria dug her fingers into her curly hair to play with the silky mass.

"Steven had a meeting at the museum today, he'll feel so sad for not saying bye." You say wistfully.

"Eh, it's one night. He will survive." Layla scoffed playfully.

"...Thank you so much for agreeing to take her." You sighed at her.

"Hey, hey, no problem. It's Valentine's and you two have been so wound up lately you need some alone time." She winked at you not-so-subtly.

You blushed a bit at her implication and laughed nervously as you reached for Victoria's overnight bag.

"Oh--her favorite blanket and toys are in there. Her shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, Digger is in there, too, because you know how she gets without him--"

"Relax, I know this'll be her first time away from you." Layla smiled warmly. "But she'll be fine. The hotel is just a block away, and plus, nothing will happen to her. Not with a goddess and her Avatar looking out for her, eh?"

Your shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh. "Yeah... Yeah, you're right. It's just..."

"No, no I get it." Layla's eyes twinkled. "...So how many squishmallow things has Steven and Victoria accumulated?"

You laugh out loud and point behind her, the corner of your living room where you'd had your Christmas tree was now stacked with several plushies, mostly squishmallows of various kinds, including a very large pineapple named "Maui" that Steven and Victoria loved curling up against to read together.

Layla snorted when she looked, shaking her head. "Well, could collect worse things, I s'pose."

"Like taxidermied bugs and animals?" You joke.

"Oh that's a horrible thought!" She grinned.

"Yeah, well, like you said..."

Layla laughed again and moved so Victoria could lean up to you and rub noses, and you could pepper her soft little face with plenty of kisses.

"Be good for your Aunt Layla and Taweret, okay?" You ask her gently.

"I will, mommy!" Victoria chirped, rubbing her face onto yours lovingly, breathing in your perfume.

You waved as they all left, feeling almost bereft and out of place in your suddenly too quiet flat.

You decided, after a few moments of nervous lip chewing, to walk back to your bedroom.

You walked to your closet and moved aside an old suitcase, revealing a long black box wrapped in hot pink ribbons.

After that night with Marc, something clicked inside your brain and you knew what to get for the boys.

Or rather, what to get yourself for the boys.

You set the box on the bed and looked at the article of "clothing" sitting inside the box. You'd ordered this set of lingerie after Jake and Victoria snuggled on the couch after watching Zootopia together.

You made sure to have it delivered "accidentally" to your neighbor's flat, and she handed it over to you like you two were smuggling contraband into a prison.

After all, you didn't want the boys to find your surprise, now did you?

It took a bit, but you'd stripped down and hastily pulled on your new set. All straps, the fabric was easy on your hands, so you knew Steven wouldn't be overwhelmed by the texture when he touched you.

And boy... would he want to touch you.

The straps covered up nothing and so much at the same time, leaving nothing to the imagination while still, leaving so much.

Looking into the mirror, you swallowed thickly. It looked nothing like it did on the models on the site. Where they had flat, toned bodies and perfect figures...

You had soft, rounded out features, stretch marks and of course, the baby fat.

You chewed your bottom lip hesitantly, your first instinct to take it all off and shove it back into he closet when you saw what you didn't like.

But... you knew that Marc, Jake, and Steven loved you. And that they would go feral if they saw you in it.

For added measure, you slid on the sheer, white stockings up to your thighs, the soft material squishing the plushest parts of your legs.

You had to shove the second one up hastily when you heard the front door unlock, and Steven's voice.

"Ey, love?" Steven called out.

"Uh--egh--fuck--hold on a minute!" You say, scrambling for your fluffy bathrobe. It concealed enough that they wouldn't see much... save for if they looked at your feet.

Steven had walked into the bedroom just barely after you'd tossed the box back into the closet and the door clicked shut, you awkwardly smiling and standing with your hands clasped in front of you.

"Heeeyyy... You!" You tried pitifully.

A thick brow raised behind those dark-rimmed glasses of his. Gods, he looked gorgeous. Dressed in a nice smooth button-up, his blazer buttoned halfway up and his curls falling into his face? His sweet, boyish curiosity had you already blushing.

He looked every bit like the kind of professor many college students would fantasize about taking "extra credit" with...

"What's got you in a tizzy?" Steven chuckled, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Oh uhm.... Ah." You squirm, giggling at his kisses.

"Is it because Victoria is out?" He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious pup.

"Well, uh, eh... Uhm." You cough awkwardly. Oh, this was a horrible idea. So stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Oh! Actually, hold that bubble." Steven chirped, fishing out a small paper bag out of his back pocket.

Inside the bag, was a small box. A jewelry box.

Your hand goes to your mouth as he opens it up and grins sheepishly. "Took us forever to agree on something. Marc was being a real bellend about it, y'know?"

He frowns over at your mirror, his brows creasing as he scowls at his reflection.

"What! You were!" He snapped.

Inside the box was a silver pendant, cut in the shape of the crescent moon, with engraving on it.

"We love you, to the moon and back."

"A bit cheesey, innit?" He mumbled, pulling at his sleeves as his hands darted all over your face, his teeth snagging his lip.

You honestly felt like tearing up. It was so... so cheesey, and so romantic. Very much a Steven thing to do. But you could tell even Marc and Jake had a hand in it, too. It was a united effort.

"Steven...." You begin, lifting your eyes to lock with his doe-like brown ones.

He tosses a nervous, awkward smile.

"I love it. It's gorgeous." You say, your thumb brushing over the shiny material.

"Let me put it on you?" Steven asked you hesitantly, as if worried you'd say no.

"Sure." You smile warmly at him, noticing how his demeanor lights up and he cheerfully brings the chain around your neck as he moves to stand behind you, carefully locking the clasp so the moon hung just beneath your collarbone.

You hear Steven go "huh" under his breath as his fingers brush beneath your bathrobe, touching the straps of the lingerie you were concealing.

"What's this, love?" He asked you, and you jolted slightly.

Oh, shit. Right. The lingerie. You'd almost forgotten it!

"Uh.... It's.... Eh...." You stammer out awkwardly, stepping away to fiddle with the sash of your robe.

Steven watches, curiously and patiently waiting for you to speak, his head tilted to the side.

"So, I've been trying to figure out what to get you guys for Valentine's day, y'know? I was stumped, trying to think on what I could do, so... I... Um."

You looked at Steven, his curls flopped over his head, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he nods, urging you on.

'Damn it, now or never...'

Your fingers undo the knot of the robe and let the fluffy material slip down to hang from your forearms, your face erupting in a heated flush as you feel his eyes rake slowly up and down your body and hear him gasp just barely audibly.

"Oh, love." He breathed. "You... That looks--"

He snapped his head to the mirror, his face scarlet red. "Sh-shut it! I was--no! You just shut it!"

You watch as he looks at you again, bashfully as your eyes reconnect. He rubbed the back of his head and said sheepishly, "S-Sorry.... Jake just won't... Stop being Jake right now."

"Oh..." You reply, licking your plush lips anxiously as Steven walks closer to you, his hand reaching out to brush the various straps, moving to delicately cup one breast, his thumb brushing over the strap that covered your nipple as he continued to look at you and that silver pendant that hung from your neck.

You really completed a gorgeous image; like a swan perched elegantly on a lake's smooth surface.

Sometimes, Steven felt like a clumsy and loud goose next to you. He knew it was a poor comparison, that you would never look at him or Jake or Marc that way, but he had his own insecurities as much as you did...

"Do... you like it?" You ask slowly as his other hand, warm and more than a little sweaty rests on your hip.

"We love it." He replied, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. As he pulled away, you noticed his dark eyes become almost smoky--heavy.

"We.... Wouldn't mind seeing this on you more often."

"Well... Hm." You say, feeling his hands encircle you, moving down to cup your ass as his mouth kissed your jaw.

His calloused fingers squished and rolled your cheeks beneath his palms, pulling you closer to his own body, allowing to feel his hardening cock press against your thigh while his knee parted your legs and your back connected with the cold plaster of your bedroom wall.

The chill made your nipples harden, poking through the fabric of your lingerie and you yelped at the sensation.

"Hell.... You 'right, love?" Steven asked, his curls falling over his forehead as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Yeah." You chuckle, goosebumps erupting on your body. "The wall's a little cold."

"Oh...." Steven says, his lips brushing your ear.

"Then... we best move to the bed, yeah?"

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You were positive there were going to be bruises on your hips from how desperately Steven had gripped them, rabbiting into you, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly, the sound of slapping skin sinfully loud inside your bedroom.

"S-Steven!" You squeaked, your poor cunt abused and sensitive as he fucked you, the texture of the condom he wore sending little shocks through your body with each drag of his hips.

You had already cum--twice--once from Steven's hands and mouth, and once more from how he'd fucked into you.

Steven had cum while his face was buried between your legs, rutting his clothed hips hard against your mattress as you squirmed and writhed against him. The way he looked when he pulled back, lips swollen, face flushed; his beard wet from your juices, his hair tousled and hanging over his brow. He looked utterly fucked out and he hadn't even been inside of you yet.

"....k-know, love." Steven whimpered, rutting into you a bit more, practically bent in half over you as he kneeled between your legs, his cock angled at an eye-rolling tilt so it slammed once more against your g-spot.

"Almost--almost--" He panted hard, his grip on your hips slipping a little because of how sweaty you both were, so instead he hooked his hands through the straps that still adorned you and used them for leverage as he relentlessly pounded into you.

You dug your nails into his shoulders as you pulled him down, mouthing at the apple of his throat as it bobbed, tasting the thin layer of sweat that dewed his skin, sucking a bruise onto the skin, there.

"L-Love!" Steven whimpered, his pace stuttering as you feel him twitch inside of you, the condom beginning to swell a bit as he pumped his load into the safe cocoon of latex.

His hips slowed into languid rolls, prolonging his orgasm just by a tiny bit as he came down from his high.

You kissed his temple softly, petting his sweat-damp curls as his breathing began to even out. You feel him slump against against you and his arms lock.

You feel a shuddered breath escape him before his breathing finally became steady.

"Steven?" You ask him softly, running your fingers through his hair again.

He lifted back and supported himself on his forearms, looking down at you with a grin, his eyes twinkling.

"Think again, cariño."

"Jake." You breathed, already feeling a thrill creep up your spine as his lips traced your jawline.

"Steven got to have you all dressed up," His fingers playfully snapped one of the straps on you, making you squeak softly. "Now it's my turn. Can't let such a nice, pretty present go unwrapped."

"Oh.... So you're gonna take it off me, now?" You asked, shuddering as he pulled out, still rock hard.

"Nah." His hands went to your hips and with a jerk, flipped you onto your belly, pulling your ass up, his hand kneading the soft flesh as he looked down at you.

He moved the panties to the side to see your red, puffy cunt. "Coño más bonita que he visto."

He didn't change the condom; instead, he pushed right back into your pussy, groaning deep in his chest as he felt your heat grip and squeeze him invitingly.

"Nice..." Jake hissed through his teeth, pulling back slowly before sinking back in, relishing in how your body so eagerly welcomed him back inside of you; your thighs glistening so beautifully, wetting his own, dripping down his shaft to coat his balls as he started fucking you into a steady rhythm.

He winced himself, feeling tense as the body had cum while Steven was in control, so his nerves were still highly sensitive to everything right now. He wasn't going to last long, he knew and it frustrated him. He made a mental note to remind the other two to leave him alone with you for a day or so at some point, wanting to be able to ravish and ravage you properly.

He leaned over, kissing the skin between your shoulder blades as he muttered against you.

"Touch yourself for me, mamí. Want to feel you choke my cock." Jake rasped.

You moan weakly, complying with his request as your fingers slide down beneath you, grazing circles over your engorged clit, choked-out whimpers coming from you as Jake began thrusting into you hard and rough, his skin slapping you so hard you thought there would be red marks from the sheer ferocity of it.

"Oh, god--Jake--" You wail into the pillow, your fingers swiping and circling more and more, trying desperately to match his pace as your squishy, wet walls crushed his cock beneath their fluttering onslaught.

He growled and fisted a large bit of the straps in one hand, pulling your ass back against him, watching as your skin rippled and jiggled with every slap as he fucked into you over and over.

"Fuck, yes. Just. Like. That." He hissed, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips into yours.

You could feel another orgasm just about to burst, your head swimming in that blissful haze as Jake plowed into you at a bruising, aching pace.

"Such a gorgeous mamí." Jake said to you, his voice was heady with arousal.

"So fucking pretty, such a good fucking mamí. Sabes lo bonita que eres, ¿no?"

Your mind was turned to mush as your orgasm washed over you, filling every pore with a dizzying pleasure, rendering you barely aware of what he was saying, let alone to translate it as his hips snapped into you one final time.

However... You felt a new sensation inside of you, and with a few jagged, harsh thrusts, you felt Jake cum inside of you, flooding your deepest reaches with his thick load, making your eyes snap open.

"Shit." He groaned, pulling out of you, watching as the ripped condom clung to his cock, a thick ring of white at the base as he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Well, now. This is a pickle." He laughed.

"Jake, you--you know that--" You sputter, groaning as you roll over to look at him.

The bastard didn't seem upset in the slightest; that cheeky little shit!

"Yeah, yeah, mamí." Jake smirked at you as he pulled the ruined condom off of his cock as he caressed one of your spread thighs idly.

"Then why aren't you--FUCK!" You wail, feeling him bottom back out in one deep thrust, your nails scraping his skin at the blinding sensation.

Jake grinned as he nipped at your throat, "Baby, whatever happens, we aren't going anywhere. Even if that means I stuff you so full--or Steven or Marc--that your belly gets all cute and round."

You whimpered and gripped at the meat of his shoulders as he started fucking into you again, blood once more rushing straight through his dick, renewing him with more energy and drive.

"I think Vicky would love a baby brother or sister, no?" He muttered out, his tongue dragging over your fluttering pulse as it hammered against your skin. "So... Why don't we give 'er one?"

"D-did y-you even a-ask M-Marc or St-Steven?!" You cried, bouncing and pushing against your pillows and blankets as he fucked you.

"Don't have to... They've fantasized about it enough already." He laughed.

His lips kiss and glide over your skin as he rips the upper part of your ensemble down, freeing your breasts to bounce free from their strappy confines as Jake whispers in your ear.

"And believe me... Marc definitely wants to fill you up, now, bebita."

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[oddballwriter]

Abigail but she can see Khonshu too and they have a grandpa and granddaughter dynamic that Khonshu denies enjoying

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[80pairsofcrocs]

THANKSGIVING SPECIAL

A/N : for once i refuse to apologise for the late post. yes, the holiday was yesterday but i spent it with family. this is just something i whipped up to tide you over for the real chapters. ily all, happy late thanksgiving :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read. let me know if i missed anything.

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thanksgiving dinner brought to you by y/n, marc, steven, jake, layla, and khonshu.

featuring pedro and luna.

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ah, thanksgiving.

the one day a year you can stuff your face without people judging you.

not that your family ever would, it’s just that basically almost everyone else did.

steven was busy doing his woman duties in the kitchen, cooking dinner while you and layla played uno at the table.

khonshu was playing too, so he was able to make himself so that layla could see him too.

you begged marc to let khonshu have a seat at the table, even though he can’t even eat.

well, anything he doesn’t want.

which is anything that isn’t a marshmallow.

marc definitely argued back though, explaining how manipulative he was for all those years, but still, to you he was just grandpa khonshu.

he ended the discussion by saying yes, not being able to say no to you.

you were just about to put down a yellow six on top of laylas blue six when your phone starts ringing in your pocket.

you make eye contact with layla and she smirks.

you send her a quick glare and fish your phone out of your pocket to see that casper was calling you.

“you better take that” layla voices, and you do so, while sending her a dirty look.

“yeah? i’m kinda busy casper” you say right away and you hear a sigh.

“sure. i was going to wish my very considerate girlfriend a happy thanksgiving but she’s being salty right now” casper tells you and you shake your head.

“and i was going to wish you a happy thanksgiving as well but you chose to talk about me in the third person” you retort, making both of you let out a light chuckle, and layla definitely was listening in.

“fine. i guess i won’t save any bread for you” casper mumbles through the phone and you scoff.

“yes you will, i’m not stupid” you reply, and he chuckles.

“i know this was short, but i have to go now and i’m sure you do too” he tells you and you nod, even though you know he can’t see you.

“alright i’ll see you at school then” you say.

“yeah, see you then. love you, bitch”

you snort. “love you too, twink”

“HEY-“ you hang up before he can complain, and you slide your phone back in your pocket.

layla hides a laugh behind an obnoxiously fake cough, so you nod to the stack of messy cards on the table so that she gets the message to leave it alone.

she just shakes her head and keeps playing with you until steven calls you both over.

“do both of you mind setting the table? we don’t have anything fancy, just the usual” he asks, and you make a face.

“actually, i ordered some festive plates. and some orange candles” you say, making steven turn to you with a hand over his heart.

“that’s the sweetest thing you could’ve done, thank you darling” steven gushes, and you just wave him off.

“it’s no big deal, i love doing this for you guys” you defend, going to your room to get the unpacked amazon boxes of fancy plates and candles.

you got orange candles. six of them, three to a stand. the stands were glass and had leaves carved on them.

the plates were tan-ish off white, and had red and orange leaves around the border.

you brought them out, four plates with the candles and the holders on top.

layla helped set it all up at the dinner table while steven finished up with all the food.

he was against it at first, cooking a turkey, but when he agreed with marc that he wouldn’t have to eat it he just decided to anyways.

it did creep him out though, having to cook that big of a bird.

but everything else was vegan friendly so he would have some nice leftovers.

well except for the turkey gravy.

you all sat down, and even khonshu decided to just sit in the empty chair across from marc, who was now fronting.

he just sat and stared, and layla made a face at him before turning back to marc.

layla made sure to bring champagne for the two adults, and some of your juice for you to pour in the fancy glasses.

the drinks were poured and marc took a breath before speaking.

“i guess it would be weird if i didn’t give some cliche movie speech about being thankful for my family, so i’ll just get it over with” he starts, and you snort trying to cover a short laugh.

marc either didn’t hear it or ignored you completely.

“so layla, you are way too nice for sticking around, i was unfair to you. but now i feel like i can focus on my life” he says, pointing the last part at khonshu.

“yes, i’m still technically serving you, but i’d like time. i want us to try and be a normal family” he aims that at both you and layla.

“and y/n, i don’t even need to say anything because i’m sure the pumpkin pie limited edition flavor pop tarts in the cupboard proves how much i love you” he jokes.

layla smacks him in the arm and sends him a glare. “just tell your daughter you love her, don’t make it difficult” she scolds and he makes a face.

“yeah dad, don’t you love me?” you ask, making your voice crack at the end of your sentence just to mess with marc.

and it works because he shoots his head to you, thinking that you were actually sad.

“y/n- hey! i’m making a joke! please don’t cry” he mumbles the last part, which makes you laugh.

he sighs in annoyance and rolls his eyes.

“i do love you” he makes eye contact with you. “as annoying as you are” he adds on and you smile.

“okay i’m done with that-“

“wait but now i have to do a speech too. you know- like the movies” you refer back to what he originally said and he nods, urging you to go on.

so you clear your throat and take a breath. “marc. dad. father-“

“hurry up i’m hungry” jake complains and you roll your eyes.

“thank you again. all of you, both of you.” you begin, referring to steven, marc, and jake when you say all, and layla added on when you say both.

“for adopting me. you’re the best parents i could ask for” you end quietly, and you look up from your lap to see that marc and layla were holding hands atop of the table.

“okay now we’re done. i’m hungry” you say, which makes both marc layla, and even khonshu let out a short chuckle.

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thanksgiving dinner was brought to you by marc feeding pedro and luna turkey from under the table, and then being caught, forcing him to tell everyone he hates cats just to lie.

khonshu just poked around at the food and eventually left to raid the marshmallows you got for him.

pumpkin spice flavored, and he loved them.

though it felt short, it felt right, since all your family was where you wanted them to be.

with you, right by your side.

~~~

A/N : thanks for reading!!! i hope to see you all next week :)))

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[stormkobra-5]

Batons and Unicorns: The Whitest, Brightest Wedding of All

Pairing: Moon Boys x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble (Part of the Batons and Unicorns universe. You can find the rest of the stories here on my Moon Boys masterlist.)

Summary: After three years of being together-- and even having a daughter-- you’re finally marrying the man-- men-- you love.

Involving Steven, Marc, and Jake x reader, adorable Amonet, and one very proud grandpa skeleton-bird.

A/N: I know that the gif isn’t from Moon Knight but tell me this isn’t the perfect gif am I right?! Am I right?! Look at his sparkly eyes! Anyway, coming back to this series is makin’ me feel pretty nostalgic. Oh, the days when I was still wary of writing smut and getting the hang of posting on Tumblr… Yes I made Frenchie as if he’s played by Pedro Pascal I know you all love it–

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about weddings, period. Have never been to one that I can remember tbh.

Warnings: Fluff. Lots of fluff. This story is rated 14+ for strong language and some mildly suggestive themes.

Ok.

You just need to take a second.

And calm the fuck down.

This happens all the time, right? Every day, even? Surely it can’t be that nerve-racking, I mean especially when you’ve been with somebody for so long, right? Right?

Surely fucking not.

You stand before the floor-length mirror on a pedestal as the finishing touches are being added to your dress by your bridesmaids (Wanda, Shuri, and Natasha). You feel like a Barbie doll. Not in the bad way-- you’re pretty fucking pretty, in fact, you’re sure you’ve never been prettier. You’ve never spent so long at a spa, either. You’re pretty sure you’ve been transformed into a whole other person from before. That scene in Hunger Games where Katniss is given a makeover supreme? She has no fucking idea what you just went through yesterday. You still feel tingly.

Your hair is perfect. Your skin is perfect. Your face is perfect. Your dress is perfect. You’re absolutely perfect right now. Everything, spot on, A+ for presentation, the boys will be tripping over themselves, you're so gorgeous. But your emotions?

Girl they are crazy.

What if you mess up your vows? What if you say something stupid? Oh god, what if you don’t say anything at all? Will you even be able to use ASL with the bouquet in your hands??? Your heart is pounding in your throat and your breathing is rapid. On one side of the room, your mother and your Maid of Honor, Pepper, sit side-by-side with tears in their eyes and prideful smiles on their faces.

“You don’t have to be so nervous,” Natasha squeezed your hand for emphasis, chuckling as you glanced at her so that she could see the whites of your eyes. “You look stunning.”

Wanda meets your eyes with something like sympathy in hers. “Is it because everyone’s here?”

Oh geez, you sign, thanks for that reminder, Wanda.

Yes.

Everyone.

Apparently this was a first. Two superheroes, getting married. It apparently warranted every single Avenger to be present, to assist, and hell, even Fury was here. All superhero eyes would be on you and your husbands. It was the teeniest bit terrifying.

A timid knock at the door made everyone turn around, just as Khonshu entered-- dressed in a crisp white suit, one you swear he stole from Steven-- bending over to lead little tiny Amonet into the room. Apparently this occasion warranted even the presence of visible Khonshu.

"Mommy!" She cried, toddling forward on her tiny legs. She wore the most adorable little dress, frilly and purplish-blue. In her little hands she carries a bouquet of tiny flowers, and you immediately kneel to hug her as best as you can without ruining either of your looks.

“Hi, sweeti– oof–” She whacked you in the face with her bouquet, but thankfully, your makeup survived the accident unscathed. Khonshu chuckled, a deep echo that still, nobody was used to yet. It seemed to reverberate through the air itself.

“Easy, little one,” Khonshu rumbled, chuckling deep in his chest. As Amonet toddled over to your mother, Khonshu addressed you with something like pride in his voice. “You look stunning, Y/N.”

To hear that from a literal god was a good thing, you hoped.

Thanks, Big Bird, you signed, and now since Amonet watched Sesame Street literally every morning, he now understood that reference. If bird skulls could frown, he’d most definitely be frowning.

“Hmf. I would appreciate it if you would not call me that…” Khonshu patted Amonet’s head. “Remain here, child. I must see to your father.”

“Wait!” Amonet slid off your mother’s lap to take Khonshu’s hand. “I wanna come, Grandpa Shu-Shu.”

You couldn’t help but snicker to yourself as Khonshu pretended to be disgruntled. With a nod to you that you returned, Khonshu left your little bridal chamber to find Marc, Steven, and Jake.

~*~*~*~

“Bullocks.” Steven grumbled to himself as he tried to readjust the tie with shaking hands, only succeeding in choking himself.

“Easy, amigo,” Jake tried to calm him, but the cabbie’s voice cracked a bit. Steven knew that he was just as– if not more– nervous.

He wasn’t sure exactly why he was so nervous. You’ve been together for three years, and for two of them, you’ve had a little girl together. You’ve seen each other at your very best and your very worst and you’ve stuck together; he remembers the day he met you. The day he moved into Avengers Tower and the sweet mute young woman that helped him unpack, who researched DID and made friends– later, became lovers with– Marc and Jake. He recalled how many hours he spent learning ASL just to communicate with you.

The moment he– and maybe, all of them– fell in love with you was after he’d seen your powers for the first time was vivid in their mind. After he’d called you “birdie” and the two of you had paraded around the complex as Mr. Knight and a unicorn. You’d been mute for so long, but you trusted him to speak to. You spoke to him– to them. To your daughter. No one else.

He smiled softly to himself when he thought about the day you told him you were pregnant, after Harrow’s men had captured you; he still worried about that, especially with Amonet around, now.

“That’s it, buddy. Just stay calm.” Marc’s voice snapped Steven out of his thoughts; thinking of you and his little girl had calmed him down a bit, but Marc had stopped him from launching into a worried mess about potential threats.

A knock at the door nearly made him panic, especially when it opened immediately after.

Steven’s breath left him with sheer relief when he seen that it was only Khonshu– well, Khonshu, and one of the two things he loved most in the world.

“Daddy!” Amonet let go of Khonshu’s hand and raced for him; Steven knelt down to pull her into his arms.

“Hello, little scarab,” He gave her a kiss on the cheek as he stood. “You look so pretty, love! Just like a princess!” She babbled a bit, showing off the poor flowers she’d fisted and thrusting a rose dangerously close to his eye. “Oh, thank you, darling. I’ll put that right in here, yeah?” He carefully adjusted the rose in his breast pocket, before plucking a daisy from her hand and tucking it behind her ear. “Now you have one too, love.” A beaming grin broke across his face when she giggled.

“You dress up nice, worm,” Khonshu chuckled; Steven frowned at the nickname, glancing down at his sharp white suit.

“Thanks, I guess.”

The god scoffed. “Are Marc and Jake nervous, too, or is that just you?”

“W-what?”

Khonshu put a hand on Steven’s shoulder. “Do you really think it has escaped me how anxious you are, Steven Grant?”

“I-It’s just–”

“Just what? You’ve loved her for so long, and she has loved you in return, and so strongly, at that. Do you truly think you have anything to worry about?”

Steven thought about that for a minute.

“I hate to admit it, buddy, but; the old bird’s right.” He felt Marc take a metaphorical deep breath, trying to remain steady and level-headed throughout all of this.

“Don’t admit that,” Jake scoffed, offended. “Viejo pájaro zombi estúpido– we were already thinking that!”

“Thanks,” Steven breathed anyway, although Khonshu didn’t exactly make any of them feel better, but…

Both perked up at the sound of a knock. “Come in,” Steven called, and the door opened just enough for Sam to poke his head in with a beaming smile.

“It’s time.”

“Oh, bollocks,” Steven shuddered with anticipation, which Amonet most definitely felt. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a hug, which Steven eagerly returned. “Oh bloody…”

“You can do it, Daddy,” Amonet said softly, and the boys melted.

Steven had never heard Jake squeal.

“¡Awww, mi dulce pequeña mariposa, tratando de darnos confianza! ¡¡¡Esa es mi niña, esa es mi niña mariposa!!!”

“Aw, thank you love,” He kissed her cheek again before passing her off to Khonshu and smoothing his suit, taking a deep breath. “How do we look?”

“Like an idiot,” Khonshu scoffed, then added, a bit good-heartedly, perhaps, “But a well-dressed one.”

Steven’s blood rushed in his ears as he made his way out of the room, following Sam with Khonshu and Amonet closely behind.

~*~*~*~

Steven stood nervously at the altar, scanning over the faces of the gathered assembly. Every single Avenger– even the Guardians of the Galaxy, the sorcerers, the Asgardians, hell, even some mutants– had all come to witness Moon Knight and Skinchanger marry.

Beside him, he had Frenchie as his best man– a man he admittedly hardly knew, but Marc knew plenty about the “baby-chicken-faced” Chilean-American. In one of the front pews sat Khonshu, legs crossed, next to your mother.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.

“We can do this,” Marc said, more to himself, “We’ve got this, it’s fine–”

“‘We can do this’?” Jake echoed in disbelief, adding, “Estoy teniendo un puto ataque al corazón, chicos. When she comes in the room in her wedding dress… Solo estoy... solo voy a colapsar aquí mismo, no van a saber nada de mí por un tiempo, ninguno de ustedes podrá despertarme, DIOS HACE CALOR AQUÍ PARA ALGUNO DE USTEDES–”

“Jake, buddy,” Marc tried, and he felt him trying to calm Jake, who, if he was hearing correctly, was trying not to hyperventilate. Steven jumped as the music kicked in. Oh gods. It’s happening. Right now, it’s happening… “Breathe, man. Breathe.”

“¿CÓMO DEMONIOS ESPERAS QUE RESPIRE? ACTUALMENTE FÍSICAMENTE NO PUEDO RESPIRAR, MALDITA–”

The doors opened. In came little Amonet, throwing flowers, and Jake shut up immediately. Steven felt not only his own pride at seeing his daughter, but Marc’s, and of course Jake’s, quite nearly overwhelming him. It took everything he had not to rush down between the pews and scoop her up in his arms.

Amonet tried to run for Steven when she saw him, dropping the flower basket. Khonshu snatched her up and planted her on his lap, making her giggle, and the boys’ hearts swelled with love.

And then, in came the most beautiful woman to ever exist.

You.

Their sun. Their stars. Their air. Their life. The only thing any of them had cared about in a very long time, you suddenly popped into their lives and gave them something to love wholeheartedly. And then, you did it a second time, when you gave them Amonet.

You were absolutely beautiful in your dress, radiant and glowing like a goddess come to life. The boys couldn’t take their eyes off you as you were walked up the aisle, and they felt a sense of great honor and pride when you were given away. To them. Out of anyone in the whole world, when you could have had anyone, you’d chosen them.

They couldn’t believe it.

You were a star fallen from heaven as you made your way forward, dress trailing behind you like silken snow, crystalline and incandescent.

“Dios mio,” Jake whispered in adoration.

“She’s beautiful,” Marc seconded, but Steven was lost for words.

You were so gorgeous you stole his breath away, just like the day he’d first seen you. Just like the day when the mute young woman offered to help him unpack.

“I love you,” He breathed, and he thought you said it too.

You both repeated it for your I do’s, your vows, the exchanging of the rings— that all-important kiss— and then again during the first dance, twice more throughout the after-party, and you must have said it a thousand times during the course of your wedding night. Your first night as husband and wife.

You were now, officially, Y/N Grant-Lockley-Spector.

And you loved your husbands with all of your heart.

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[dyns33]

Y/N, Avatar of Khepri, Ra and Amun 

Y/N : "Hello Moon Knight ! Hello Steven. Jake." 

Marc : "What do you want ?" 

Y/N : "My Gods told me to help you." 

Steven : "Isn't it tiring to have three Gods talking to you ? One is already pretty awful for us." 

Y/N : "Hmm, it would be silly to have three protectors of the Sun. But they are not here at the same time. Khepri is really nice. Ra is the worst, a grumpy old man, never pleased, hating everything and everyone. Even if he can be rude, Amun is fine. A softie, deep inside. Hey, they're a bit like you three ! Steven, Marc and Jake !" 

Marc : "... Wait, you're saying I'm a grumpy old man ?!" 

Steven : "Calm down. It's all for fun, innit ?" 

Y/N : "Whatever." 

Marc : "I'm sure your stupid Gods asked you to come only to annoy Khonshu. He's never happy when you're around. The Sun and the Moon are not supposed to be together." 

Y/N : "Except during eclipses ! And sometimes we can see the moon during day time. I'm sure Khonshu loves his Grandpas. Oh, wind. He's not happy ? But he's never happy, right ? Exactly like Ra. Two grumpy birds." 

Steven : "I love you."

[viintxgephrxg]

Hello There!

I absolutely love your writing and story for ANPU. I also love the characters interaction with [Y/Name] and including Anpu that he is like guard dog (kinda of in a way). His interaction with [Y/Name] like a mentor figure to them and [Y/Name] is like a apprentices to him. I like the a lot dynamic!

Also this theory/idea won’t leave me alone, so I thought it will be nice to put out here!

If [Y/Name] did die and all. Then why, did they didn’t go back to Marc and to see if he is alive or safe? They saw him dead/dying there in the pyramid/tomb(?) and the fact they knew that Marc is Khonshu Avatar and let’s not forget they knew about Steven in someway or somehow. Also the fact that Marc thought [Y/Name] was dead and all means he try to look for their dead body or shouted out to look for them but he found nothing no dead body or anything of them.

So what about [Y/Name] then, they did die after all so what about it? Okay, so let’s me remind you this child witness their father dying body and got to be a Avatar as well. Also fact they saw their teammates who was with [Y/Name] and Marc and let’s not forget Layla father a.k.a [Y/Name] grandfather/grandpa saw their deaths as well (also they probably had seen their dead body’s while walking around and stuff) and probably some other nasty stuff that day too.

So [Y/Name] is very traumatise that day so it’s understandable to run away or not to go your father and all. But thing is [Y/Name] might have worsted death then Marc or anyone on the team. What I remember is that Marc had gunshot wounds and maybe some stab wounds and the teammates had similar/same wounds (in the moon knight episodes I think) as well.

So imagine [Y/Name] shouting/screaming for help to basically anyone to save them, to stop the pain, the hurt. They called their father, their teammates, their grandfather/grandpa and heck their mother even but nobody come to save them. And then they meet Anpu . . .

I hope you enjoy this theory/idea that I had in my mind for a while! Again love your writing and story! (And sorry for some of my miss spelling and stuff)

i actually really like this theory/idea you’ve got! it’s interesting to see the different perspective people take on my story! as said before lovely.. all will be revealed in due time 😌

[kittyofalltrades]

(ooooh me again)

Any Grumpy Jake thoughts?

Hello again lol :)

Grumpy Jake you say? LETSSSS GOOOOOOO

Jake is grumpy by nature, just being the hidden alter and the handler of Khonshu's dirty work

Jake is very much not a morning person. Grumpy.

No coffee? Grumpy.

Too many energy drinks? Grumpy.

No decent lunch? Grumpy.

Not enough rest? Grumpy.

There are few things that don't have him grumbling. He's like a 70-year-old grandpa complaining about the price of bread sometimes.

You, however, just laugh at his grumpiness. Because what's the worst he can do? Grumble at you?

You started taking steps to make him less grumpy after he was mean to Steven and he didn't front for a week. (After you made Jake apologise to Steven, of course. You laughed when Steven swore a blue streak at him.)

From then on you made sure he didn't overdo it on energy drinks, ate properly and rest when he fronted.

That didn't completely stop the grumpiness, but it took the bite out of it.

He's still not sweet to anybody, but at least now he's not mean about it when he is grumpy.

#midnight zoomies #inbox <3

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Moon Knight H/C of mine

Steven is actually really bad at school ELA classes (in America, ELA is basically reading/writing/grammar/etc lessons if you don’t know)

Khonshu feeds off of their emotions and it helps make his own current mood. (If Marc and Jake are arguing causing Steven to be stressed, Khonshu is bitchy. If they are all in a good mood, Khonshu most likely is as well)

Despite what it seems, Khonshu is actually really protective of all three and not only because they are his knights. He genuinely cares about them

(When he realizes he’s been an ass lately and/or causing them to loosing more sleep than normal and/or more stressed, he lets them have a night or so off to relax.) (he’s even fist fought a Girl Scout because she was going to knock on the flat for cookies.)

Jake can cook/bake

His food is life changing, soul shaking, out of body experience

Steven cried the first time he tried Jake’s food (Marc only stuffed his mouth full as Steven cries)

In headspace, Jake has thrown Marc at a wall and vice versa

Steven has (and still does) threaten to take Netflix/Hulu off of the two don’t “CUT IT OUT, I DON’T THAT THE OLD WOMAN GOT PUNCHED!”

Khonshu has needed to be bailed out of god jail for drinking an entire lake.

Layla can hold her own against Jake. Even taken him down once or twice.

Steven found a box of three abounded kittens in the rain and talked Marc and Jake into keeping them

The cats are: Astrid AKA that Bitch From HTTYD (Astrid for short. white with a large blackish grey spit on her tummy) Moon Moon Cat Version (Moon for short. Completely white and blind) and Starlight of the Outter Rim and Personally Knows Darth Vader III (Star for short. White with black socks and tips of ears black.)

Jake acts like he hates them but fights for the front when one or all want to cuddle

Marc LOVES them. More than everyone thought he would.

He even makes them really complicated and comfortable places for them to climb, nap, drink that running water from a $60 bowl that is three rooms over form where they feed them that good wet food they can barley afford (“it IS needed! Cats like running water that is also not near their food.”), and perch as they watch their humans be a huge disaster.

(He handmade them collars as well. They’re indoor cats, sure, but “they can’t be naked, Jake. Also, now we can hear them with the bells! Oh! And Moon can here her sisters moving around better as well!” This dude really just becomes a cat-dad ok?)

Steven adores them and calls them “their babies” and helps make the collars with Marc. (Jake reluctantly adds his ideas. Like their phone number on the tag with their (the cats) names “just in case they get out or we leave a window open… we don’t want Marc crying.”) (read as: I would be sad)

The cats and Alpine (Bucky’s cat from the comics) are all best friends and I live by that.

Layla was named godmother and everything

Khonshu was named grandpa and is oddly ok with that???

When addressing all of them at once, Khonshu says “my avatar” or some variant of that with a bit of fondness/lovingness they all ignore.

#yes yeS yES YES #their cats <3 #boutta makes a fanfic!! #i love my babies #moon knight marvel #moonknight #marvel moon knight #moon knight khonshu #moon knight steven #Steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

Go to sleep my son

Plot: from the past couple of nights, their baby son has a hard time falling asleep at night when they come back to their fist of Khonsu missions, but Jake does something that the other two didn’t know about …singing their baby son to sleep as Moonknight. Featuring viejitia the cat by gunan

A/N: this fic is going to be Base on my moon boys single dad headcanon and a song ficish“Joseph lullaby” by mercy me and I used google translate because there isn’t any Spanish lyrics for the song so yeah enjoy reading this

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“Marc Isaac’s crying again” Steven said to Marc in his reflection in the mirror while trying to calm down their baby son which they named Isaac Randall Spector (Grant , Lockley) after becoming a single father to their little bundle of beautiful child (aka “their mini me”that what Jake jokes on calling him). Recently some how Isaac started to cry at night lately even when khonshu isn’t around, heck he was usually a quiet one when sleeping and napping, but they don’t know how to put him back to sleep, Marc changed the diapers and bottle fed him , Steven rocks him and read him stories but not seems to be working anymore leaving them bags under their eyes when going to work.

Marc frustration is evident on his face “I’m not sure what to tell you Steven.…we can try to read Peter Pan again he seems to love it” he told him he also is worried for Isaac too and they haven’t heard Jake’s options on the matter.

“I dont think it’s a good time for that Marc” Steven replied with ruffling Isaac’s curly black hair and played with his stuff bunny to clam Isaac down even that doesn’t help anymore as Steven is too about to urge to cry over this.

The next night Jake was in front now while patrolling in his moon knight suit his mind wasn’t only on the target that Khonshu told him to kill but on Isaac, he took mental notes about what to do with his son’s refusal to sleep, that’s when got an ideal . “Hurry up Lockley we cannot let our target escape he must me punish” Khonshu yelled in his ear letting him know it’s time for justice “Ay, lo tengo” Jake responded and jumps on the target they were hunting for.

(Time skipped)

The apartment quietness was interrupted by Isaac slowly starting to cry as Jake went in through the window still in his Moonknight suit as he checks on him while Viejita is hiding underneath the furniture just to get away from Isaac crying or him grabbing their tail. Sighing jake looks at Isaac and softly says “I’m back like I said I would Isaac” wiping the tears off isaac’s cheeks taking off his mask warping his son in his cape as a blanket “I understand you mini bebé lunar are refusing to go to sleep lately” the baby whimpers in response making him smile.

Steven and Marc watch through a mirror “what is he going to do Marc?” Steven asked worrying and curious, “I dont know Steven” Marc answered “but whatever he is doing I hope it isn’t bad”

Ignoring his alters commentary about what he’s going to do with Isaac and Jake starts … singing “Vete a dormir hijo mio este pesebre para tu cama Tienes un largo camino por delante Descansa tu cabecita…” Isaac starts calming down and cuddling into Jake’s chest as jake continues singing to him to sleep and rocks him “Vete a dormir hijo mio Ve y persigue tus sueños Este mundo puede esperar un momento más vete a dormir en paz Creo en la gloria del cielo Está mintiendo en mis brazos esta noche Pero Señor, te pido que solo por este momento Simplemente sé mi hijo Vete a dormir hijo mio Nena, cierra tus ojos Muy pronto salvarás el día Pero por ahora, querido hijo mío…”

Isaac’s finally falls asleep in peace leaving Marc and Steven mouth to drop at Jake’s actions, and he looks at them “Que? I’m not all blood and violence you know” Jake responds holding Isaac close to him as the suit disappears. At least the three of them have a peaceful night again.

Tags: @guruan @rmoonstoner

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moon boys #Single dad au #Please fan art this image #Grandpa khonshu #Spotify #baby oc #viejita the cat #dad marc #dad steven #dad jake #Isaac spector grant lockley

[autismsupermusicalassassin]

I need help for my third single dad au fic: were the MK Syetem takes their baby child to work as moonknight/Mr.knight because the babysitters are ether out of town or other commitments. Please give me some Ideas for the three of them in a situtation with their baby?

#moon knight #marc spector #marvel #jake lockley #steven grant #moonknight #moon boys #singledad au #khonshu moon knight #grandpa khonshu #moon knight system #son of moonknight #need self confidence

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 41

@aniskywalkerslvr - Ahhhhh I have a fic idea for future Baby Scarab series so like first of all idk if Oscar Isaac exists in that universe but if he exists I wanna see the Moon Boys (also Layla, Khonshu and Casper’s) reactions. Like if not Oscar what about Poe, Santi or Llewyn, Duke, and Apocalypse, his characters. I really would like to see them watching Oscar Isaac’s movies together w Layla and our grandpa Khonshu, Casper can be there too. If you want ofc, it can be like they have a day in a week they gather around for a whole family dinner together. Imagine them watching Triple Frontier and seeing Pedro and Oscar together in a movie?!🤩❤️ Also them watching the “In Secret” movie where Elizabeth also plays w Oscar that would be funny😭💀 but nah scratch it cuz it’s an 18+ movie and reader isn’t 18 yet if I’m right? I had these thoughts the whole damn day. I live for the Baby Scarab series! You are doing an incredible work! I hope you have lots of fun w ur friend!❤️🫶🏻

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@luvxxee - idea for the amazing baby scarab series:

y/n gets a tooth ache and acts all grumpy to which all the boys are like tf is wrong with you?? and it’s pieced together that she needs to go to the dentist and she’s never gone bc of her sad sad childhood and then they have to force her to go bc she’s really doesn’t want to (que child fear moment she’s just now confronting)

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anon - AHHHHHHH I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS!!!!

What if reader notices that the moon boys are like having a bad day, so to make them fell better so makes like each of them their favorite food!!! I just thought of this so you don’t have to use it, by the way I love the baby scarab series and I can’t wait to see more!! &lt;3

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anon - Hi, my name is Mei and I love Baby Scarab. I was wondering though could I personally buy a croissant at Y/N’s work place? Would love to meet her in passing then go about my day with a tasty baked good and maybe never come up in the narrative again.

Keep up the exceptional writing!

Mei &lt;3

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A/N : i feel like i couldve done better tbh

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : the plan is being set

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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“kid, get up” you feel marc tap your shoulder lightly.

you groggily open your eyes and blink a few times before looking up at marc, who was trying to wake you up.

“no” you push him away by the shoulder and turn the other way, covering your head with the blanket.

you hear him sigh and yank the blanket off your whole body, making you shiver.

“you have work, now get up. steven already made you breakfast” he tells you, to which you perk up and turn back to look at marc.

“exactly, now go get ready” he leaves the room, closing your door to give you some privacy while you slowly got up and got your uniform on.

once you do so, you finish getting ready in the bathroom, like brushing your teeth and all that jazz.

you came out to see marc with a plate of food at the kitchen table.

“come eat, you have to go soon” he nods to the plate, then he loves to the fridge to shuffle stuff around in it while you go and sit down.

marc comes back and gently slams a bottle of your juice on the table, making you look up at him with a small smile.

“i love you”

marc scoffs. “why?”

now its your turn to scoff. “why do you think?”

“because i got you juice?”

“exactly” 

“nice to know” he ruffles your hair aggressively, just wanting to piss you off.

“hey- hands off” you shove him away, making him chuckle.

“khonshu will make sure you finish that, but we have to go” he starts walking backwards to the door while you nod in understanding.

“stay safe” he nods at you, reaching behind him for the door.

“we’ll see you tonight, love you” he opens the door and leaves, locking it behind him.

you smile to yourself, and happily eat your breakfast while scrolling through tiktok.

you’d come across a fun looking simple recipe, and it was vegan too.

perhaps if you got home before the guys, you could surprise them with a little treat.

just simple muffins.

but they all loved muffins so surely they’d be happy.

you finished up your food and cleaned your plate before leaving for another long day at work.

~~~

the bell rings as one of the last customers of the day comes in, so you turn your attention to them as soon as they walk in.

“welcome to espresso bay, what can i get for you?” you ask politely, the girl in front of you smiling back.

“just a croissant, please” she says, and you nod.

“can i get a name for that order?” you ask again, the girl nodding.

“it’s mei” she responds, so you nod and go to get her a croissant while she walks to the waiting counter after she pays.

once you grabbed the warm croissant with a square of dry wax paper before sticking it in a small brown paper bag.

“croissant for mei” you exclaim put to make sure she can hear you.

you set the bag down on the counter and she comes up and takes it.

“thank you so much” she nods with a smile and leaves after you wave.

that was your cue to clean up and head home, hoping that your boys weren’t back yet.

only because it would ruin the surprise if they were.

but you missed them, even though it’s only been a few hours.

it was another short walk back, since you were power walking.

and of course you threw some bird seed out for the crows.

once you got back, it was immediately time to start your muffins.

you were making three different kinds, all of them for each of your dads.

stevens we’re going to be vegan, obviously. he liked banana muffins so that’s what you’re making for him.

for marc it was chocolate. he had a sweet tooth as much as he didn’t like to admit it.

and finally for jake, you knew he enjoyed strawberry muffins. you kept coming across strawberry flavored things over time, and never once saw marc or steven eat them, so it had to have been jake.

khonshu hates strawberries, too so it just proves that your theory is correct.

you luckily had the ingredients, and quickly got to work once you got cleaned up from your job.

it was quarter to 7 when you heard the front door open and then proceed to slam shut.

the slam shook the mirrors hanging on the walls, and you were lucky you had cleaned everything up in the kitchen while the muffins cooked.

they were done, and had been sitting in the still warm oven while you waited for them all to get home.

you didn’t want to do anything to set them off, so you stayed drying off a small bowl with a towel while you heard heavy footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

it was jake that came in looking frustrated, so you avoided eye contact and kept slowly wiping the dry bowl until he left.

he paced around the kitchen for a minute before stopping and standing over the sink next to you, looking down in it with a blank stare.

you don’t say anything or look in his direction, but it only took a short choppy movement from him to make you flinch.

he didn’t notice, and he takes off his hat to slam it on the counter, making you slightly jump again for nobody to notice.

jake takes a short breath before looking over to you who was just holding a towel and a bowl in your hands while staring at the floor.

“i’m sorry i-“

jake is interrupted by khonshu showing up, making him look up at the bird with a glare.

“you” he sneers at him, walking towards him, just brushing his shoulder against yours.

“you fucked up the mission you stupid bird” he points up at him, you watching and putting both the towel and the bowl down.

jake started shouting at khonshu, the bird just tilting his head at him, and it was when jake turned around and raised his hands in the air that you brought a hand up in front of your face and backed up a step.

jake froze in his movements, bringing his hand down slowly and backing away from you as you brought your own hand down to walk towards him.

“i’m going on a walk” he says shortly, heading for the door, and would’ve made it if you didn’t shoot a web out to stop it from opening.

“princesa, let me out” he tells you, tugging on the doorknob while you come towards him, khonshu now long gone.

“why?” you ask, standing about a foot away from him.

“i.. i scared you i need to leave-“

“no you didn’t. it wasn’t you, i know you would never” you tell him, and he relaxes completely, letting you come over to hug him.

“you thought i was going to hit you, y/n” he says quietly, not wrapping his arms around you, just standing there.

“but you weren’t. it was just a force of habit” you try to explain.

“it shouldn’t be. i’m so sorry” he shakes his head, and you hear his voice crack at the end of his sentence.

“jake.. it’s okay” you hug him tighter.

you let out a small sigh when you sense a switch, leaving you to pull out of the hug and backing up.

“i’m sorry love, he’s… he’s not in a talking mood right now” steven starts slowly, and you nod.

“well, i made something for each of you” you begin, walking back to the kitchen, pulling out the single pan which had the three different kinds of muffins.

“i have muffins for all of you. your favorites” you say quietly, and steven smiles.

“that’s the sweetest thing ever” he starts, coming over slowly to put a careful hand around your shoulder.

“we don’t deserve you” marc says from the mirror across from you.

“you’re right” you start. “you deserve better” you finish, and marc chuckles.

“nice to know you still have a sense of humor” 

you roll your eyes with a small smile, wanting to try the muffins you made.

“the banana ones are for you, i made sure that they were vegan” you tell steven, making him put his hands to his heart.

“you’re such a sweetheart, we really don’t deserve this” he smiles, helping himself to one of the muffins.

he offered half of it to you, which you took happily but as you chewed on it, a sharp pain erupted in the back of your jaw, making you wince.

steven looks to you in worry.

“hey, are you alright?” he asks and you shrug.

“i’ve just had a toothache for a while, it’s no big deal” you wave him off, and he gives you a look.

“maybe you should get that checked out, when’s the last time you went to a dentist?” steven asks and you make a face.

“cant remember” you shrug like it’s no problem, and steven raises an eyebrow. 

“are you serious?” he asks and you nod.

“that isn’t healthy, darling, you should try and get an appointment” he advises and you sigh.

“maybe”

~~~

after the muffins and the whole lecture about your health, you ended up sitting down with him and watching a couple movies, while trying to lure jake back out.

“i wanna watch triple frontier next” you say and steven chuckles.

“aren’t you tired?”

“nope” 

“fine, let’s just- wait a damn minute, that’s the guy from star wars” he notices.

“yep, it’s your celebrity twin” you smile at him, which makes him raise an eyebrow.

“and one of the dilfs i have a celebrity crush on” you begin again, and steven makes a face.

“don’t say dilf” he cringes and you laugh.

“sorry sorry, let’s just watch this”

that night was spent watching movies with a certain someone in it.

it concluded of triple frontier, in secret, and many others until you fell asleep.

even thought some of them were 18+, steven still enjoyed his time with you.

jake was still weary about coming back out, even though you had repeated that it was okay, over and over.

steven carried you to your room, tucked you in and kissed you on the fore head before sneakily taking your phone and leaving the room to let you sleep.

he knew it was wrong, all of them admitted it, but it was all for the plan.

you see, your birthday was tomorrow. you hadn’t told them that, khonshu had found it out and told them.

they knew why you didn’t tell them, and it was because it only ever reminded you of when your parents gave you up.

or so you thought. but now it was considerably worse.

it just reminds you of how your mother died and your fathed left.

your dads were determined to make this the best birthday ever for you.

starting with the help of a certain someone’s.

you see, they already got casper on board. they got his number from your phone, and now they had one more call to make.

“hello? y/n, are you okay?”

“it’s steven, and we need a little favor”

~~~

A/N : the next chapter will be so much better, i promise.

thank you all for the support, i love you all and your funky requests :)

also sorry its late, i was busy today &lt;3

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baby scarab || 39

anon - I feel like, y/n does ALOT to protect her inner child and she's working on healing her, but I feel like she has hallucinations and she can sometimes see her 8 year old self running around and giggling since the incident, it stops after a while, but MAN was she glad to see that her inner child is growing strong

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anon - Baby Scarab: A piece of literature synonymous with greatness. What if there was a total rise in rent in the building they all live in and it's gonna be a genuine struggle for Y/N to keep up with it as well as pay for all other life necessities so the boys just offer her permanent residence in their flat?

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@brry-b - I want me some more grandpa Khonshu moments so I have an excuse to draw fanart of him heheh 😈🫴

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anon - what if it turns out y/n has never had something trivial like raspberries or something silly and they have her try them and IMMEDIATE ALLERGIC REACTION, BLUE TO THE SKY PEOPLE

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A/N : brry-b i love your fanart :))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : an important question is asked <3

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, eating disorders, hallucinations, allergic reaction, crying, child abuse, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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you’ve been sitting across from steven for almost ten minutes, your food untouched while he kept eye contact with you.

you couldn’t even rip off the bandages around your waist, due to it being from khonshu making it almost indestructible.

you were making this harder than it had to be.

it all made you think to about ten minutes ago.

~~~

ten minutes earlier, you sat nervously in your seat at the table while steven made lunch.

they all thought you were all better, and ready to eat again without feeling insecure.

but you weren’t, you still had that feeling in the back of your head.

they are just saying these things to make you feel better, not because it’s true.

steven came over and set your plate down in front of you, and you glare down at it.

he sat down across from you and noticed the look on your face.

“y/n, you alright?” he asks and you nod slowly.

“i’m not-“

“if you’re going to say you’re not hungry, save it” he starts, making you look up at him.

“you have to eat”

you sigh and stare back down at it, and you admit that it looks really good, but you just can’t bring yourself to pick up the fork.

“y/n” steven says in a more stern voice than before.

“yeah?” you respond, looking back up.

“eat your lunch” he tells you and you hum.

“can i save it for later?” you ask quietly and he shakes his head.

“you’re not leaving this table until you finish that” he points to your plate with his own fork.

“yeah? who’s gonna stop me?” you begin to get up, but are stopped when mummy like bandages wrap around your waist and the back of the chair, keeping you from leaving it.

“what the hell, khonshu?” you look beside you to see the bird, steven raising his eyebrows at you.

“i’m sorry, spider child, it must be done” he leaves, and you turn to glare back at steven.

“it’s a simple task, really” he begins. “at least half of it. please” his tone softens.

you sigh again and shake your head lightly. “why is it such a big deal?”

“because you need-“

“this is going a bit far, isn’t it?” you cut steven off, and he scoffs quietly.

“y/n! please!” he exclaims, and you stare at him wide eyed.

“sorry, just- just at least have a little” he switches up the deal, and you look down to your lap.

you sense a switch, so you brace yourself for whatever he’s going to say.

he clears his throat and you look up at him, and you see that his hand is out and reached towards you.

“give me your phone” he orders and you scoff at him.

“no-“

he raises an eyebrow at you, challenging you to argue back.

you let out a breath and dig your phone out of your pocket, smacking it in his hand as hard as you can, making him wince.

“watch it” he points at you, pocketing your phone.

you flip him off and pick up the fork, chucking it at him, just to have him catch it.

“wow, real mature” he says, tossing it back, making a clattering noise against the table.

you covered your ears when it did that, the sharp noise hurting your ears.

“sorry” marc mutters and you nod.

you angrily pick up the fork and start eating out of annoyance, and the fact that they would keep you there until you did.

they were just worried. 

and you were just not feeling yourself at the moment.

and it was the hunger.

you were hangry, basically. you hadn’t eaten breakfast and now you were too far gone to want lunch.

except, before you didn’t have a marc. or a steven, or a khonshu to make sure you were staying healthy.

steven ended up coming out again, watching to make sure you actually ate your food.

he felt bad. he felt terrible. he shouldn’t have pushed you, what if you really weren’t hungry?

but you hadn’t eaten all day.

but-

but nothing. 

this is what they were all here for, they were here to make sure you don’t accidentally kill yourself trying to keep your life together.

your whole life you were alone. you had nobody.

they understand that they made you uncomfortable by pushing you to eat, but you needed it as much as you don’t want to admit it.

“i’m sorry” you whisper while slowly eating your lunch, steven leaning forwards with careful movements.

“don’t be sorry, we-“

“i need to tell you guys something” you blurt, making steven nod and you take a shaky breath.

“first off, thank you” you begin, all three of the boys listening intently.

“before you guys i.. i don’t remember the last time i ate there full meals a day” you take another breath.

“as i’ve said before, i was basically starved in one of my homes, but there’s another that did the same thing. except… except it was worse.” you tell them slowly.

you feel the bandages around your waist fade away as you continue, mentally thanking and cursing out khonshu at the same time.

“i couldn’t.. they used to lock me in the basement without food for days if i looked at them wrong” you take another bite of your lunch.

“if i had more than two meals a day they’d call me greedy and..” you trail off quietly while you hear steven’s breath hitch.

“they would.. uhm.. hit me” you let out a breath.

“i just don’t- i know you guys wouldn’t hit me but it’s always-“

“in the back of your mind?” steven finishes for you and you nod.

“we don’t think you’re greedy. if anything, we want to give you more than just this” you see steven make eye contact with marc and jake through the reflection on the table.

“so that’s leads us to ask you something” he starts. “something very important”

you furrow your brows and nod, finishing almost half of your lunch.

“how would you like to.. move in with us?” steven asks quietly, you dropping your fork on your plate in shock and freezing.

“they turned your power and your water off, plus you stay here most of the time anyways so-“ marc starts, and you interrupt him.

“yeah- i’ll… i’ll- i would love to” you stammer over your words, tears gathering in your eyes and you get up, steven doing the same and bringing you into a tight hug.

your chin was resting on his shoulder while you stood on the tips of your toes, one of stevens hands on the back of your head, and the other holding your back close to him.

both your arms were around his torso, making sure your still healing leg didn’t press too hard against his.

you take a sharp breath and chant a couple dozen ‘thank you’s’ to them, which results in steven tightening his grip on you.

“you don’t need to thank us. this is your home. officially” he says and you chuckle, slowly letting go of him.

“listen, i’m so sorry those people did those things to you” steven changes the subject and you look down at the floor.

“but hey, i’m sure jake will try and find them to talk” he pokes your chin, making you look back up at him.

you smile at him and shake your head.

“don’t, jake. they aren’t worth it” you shrug and you hear him groan.

“but princesa, talking is my passion” 

“by talking he means beating the shit out of people” marc scoffs and you purse your lips.

“yeah. i got that”

~~~

you were currently taking down any and all shelves and posters you had up on the walls of your room.

in the dark.

because you’re too broke to pay the stupidly high rent.

marc was in your kitchen, boxing up the few plates, bowls, and cups you had.

you accidentally dropped a thumbtack on the floor, making you silently curse and bend down to find it, seeing that it rolled under your bed.

you peek under and see most of your egyptian stuffed animals under it and one thing you thought you’d never have to see again.

it was a wristband you had forgotten about.

something you never wanted to think of ever again.

something you didn’t want to tell anybody, not even steven, marc, or jake.

you grabbed the tac and the wristband, rubbing your thumb over your name printed on it.

“don’t blame yourself” you heard a young voice say.

you shoot your head up and see nothing, making you blink a couple times while clenching your jaw.

now that you think of it, you recognized the voice, and it sounded a lot like-

“me” you whisper to yourself, looking up and seeing yourself for a split second.

but it was you as a child.

specifically when you were with the worst family ever.

you remember it clearly, your cheeks were hollow, and your eyes were sunken.

the dirt and dust that gathered in your hair and on your skin disgusted you.

you weren’t allowed to come upstairs more than half the time, and there was no bathroom in the basement.

meaning you could clean yourself, and you had to sneak up to go to the bathroom and steal food away without anyone noticing.

she was gone as soon as she appeared.

you closed you eyes for a moment before looking back down at the wristband.

it brought you pain to even look at it. but you still couldn’t bring yourself to throw it away.

until now, that is.

you stand back up and look across the room to where you had a trash bag.

clutching the plastic bracelet to your chest for a moment, you let out a sigh and toss it in the bag, watching as it settled on top of the other garbage you found in your room.

you wanted to let go of those memories. your brain didn’t let you because it was the only thing keeping you in reality.

but now you had your dads to keep you grounded.

you smile to yourself and hear your younger self laughing from behind you, making you turn around to see nothing.

you don’t remember laughing when you were a small kid, let alone smile.

whatever you were hanging onto with that wristband must’ve kept you attached to the memories.

and now, that shell of a child you were? she was happy. she was finally at ease now that you finally let go.

marc took that time to come in, lightly knocking on your doorframe.

“you doing alright?” he asks softly and you turn to him and nod.

marc tilts his head at you and tries to hide a small smile forming on his face by frowning.

“don’t do that, you look like a muppet” you tell him and he gives you a look.

“you’re gonna have to be nicer to us now that you’re our new roommate” he says to you and you scoff.

“thank you again” you respond quietly, marc pushing himself off the doorframe to approach you.

“i don’t know what i would’ve done honestly” you begin. “id probably just go find some other dilf to live with” you shrug and marc makes a face.

“are you calling me a dilf?”

“if the boot fits” you mumble, looking away from him and taking down another poster.

“rude” he mutters and you chuckle.

“you and layla literally fucked on the couch” 

“be thankful we didn’t do it on the bed, you sleep there” marc tells you, and you turn around, making a face at him.

“you’re lucky i don’t just-“

“just what?” marc presses and you hum.

“nevermind”

“that’s what i thought”

marc helps you roll up the poster, sticking it in one of the boxes.

“we can take a little break, come back tomorrow” marc suggests and you nod.

“we have a week before they ask for my key back” you shrug, putting the thumb tacks on your empty nightstand.

“how about we relax, maybe we can go on a walk and i can get you raspberries or something” he says and you hear jake and steven groan.

“you’re so lame, spector” jake voices and you snort.

“what? raspberries are good” he turns to you. “you like raspberries, right?”

you smile and shrug. “i’ve never had them” 

marc stops in his tracks, as he was about to open the door.

“how have you never had raspberries?” he asks and you shrug again.

“they’re expensive” you say quietly and marc grabs your hand, leading you out of your soon to be ex apartment.

“i’m definitely getting you some raspberries, now” he tells you, now pressing the button for the main floor.

“raspberries must be the lamest thing you can get her” jake starts, making you raise an eyebrow.

“get her a puppy”

“yeah, marc get me a puppy” you agree and he shakes his head.

“no more pets, you’re lucky i let you keep those cats” he tells you and you shrug.

“i guess that’s fair”

you two step out of the elevator, marc still leading you to where the nearest market there is.

once marc had bought a small plastic container of raspberries, you two quickly found a spot in a half filled park, both of you sitting down at one of the old picnic table across from each other.

“how long have you been thinking about asking me to move in with you?” you ask, making marc think about it for a moment.

“well not long. you basically already lived with us, it just wasn’t official” he answers and you smile.

marc opens the small container of the tiny dark pink fruit, picking one and popping it into his mouth.

“..are they good?” you ask, only a little nervous since you’ve never tried them before.

“yeah, just at least try one” marc tells you and you nod.

you pick one up out of the container and study it for a second before putting it in your mouth.

you chew it for a second before swallowing it, looking up to marc who had a look of anticipation on his face.

you nod at him. “it’s good- they’re good” you say, your spidey senses tingling all of a sudden.

you look around, seeing nothing again as marc makes a face.

“what’s wrong?”

“i can sense something. and it’s right here” you say, looking all around you.

you notice a small sting in your throat, causing you to cough to try and ease the sensation.

“are they supposed to make your throat hurt?” you ask marc and you see the color drain from his face.

“no- are you feeling okay? your face just turned really red” he says and you feel your breathing become wheezy.

“yeah, why can’t i breath now?” you ask him, itching at your hand which had the raspberry in it.

marc gets up and circles the table, coming to sit next to you.

“heyheyhey- i don’t want to alarm you but i think your body isn’t reacting well to the raspberries” you hear steven say, and you start coughing into your elbow again.

“you either need to throw it up or we need to get to the emergency room” steven panics, jake staying quiet out of the weird sense of anxiety he felt.

marc had a hand on each of your shoulders, nodding along to what steven was saying.

“okay- just..-“ you quickly get up, going over to the nearest trash can, taking a minute to throw up into it.

you couldn��t care less about the stares you were getting.

marc rushed over to pull your hair back, and glaring back at anyone that makes a face in your direction.

when you were done, you wiped your mouth with your sleeve and sat down on the ground.

marc was standing above you as a couple came walking over to you both.

“is she okay?” one of the men asks, and marc nods at him.

“yeah, she just got a little sick, that’s all” he waves them off, and you give them a thumbs up.

“are you sure? does she need anything?” the other man asks.

marc looks down to you who’s shaking your head, marc looking back up to shake his own.

“no, she’s alright”

“if you say so, hope she gets better!” he says, both of the men walking away while you bring your knees to your chest.

“they were good while they lasted” you joke, marc sitting down on the grassy surface next to you.

“i guess the universe had a reason to not have you try raspberries” marc says and you chuckle.

“you wanna get home?” he asks.

home.

“yeah” you murmur, marc helping you up and making sure to take the raspberries as well.

“marc, she’s allergic to those!”

“it’s not like she’s going to eat them” marc argues and you nod.

“steven he’s fine” you start. “besides, it’s not his fault, i didn’t know i was allergic to raspberries” you shrug, already seeing your destination in view.

“so how’s the boyfriend?” marc asks out of no where, making you shoot your head to him, ceasing the itching on your hand.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you mutter, and you hear jake chuckle.

“but you want him to be, cariño” jake teases and you scoff.

“you didn’t deny it”

“shut up, jake”

~~~

later that night, after you could breath properly again, jake was rewrapping your leg.

even though you had faster healing, it still wasn’t instant.

jake had to hold your leg down, since you kept flinching away.

he had you sat on the bathroom counter, luna and pedro sitting next to each other watching you from the doorframe.

“you’re almost done” he tells you, finishing the last stitch, and unraveling the bandages while you clutched the counter as if your life depended on it.

jake looks up at you with a tight lipped smile, and stops his movements for a moment.

“i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable” he apologizes and you lift an eyebrow in confusion.

“i mean about.. your guy friend” he clarifies, and you sigh, smiling back at him slightly.

“i know you’re just joking, that’s why i’m not uncomfortable” you tell him and he nods, going back to wrapping your leg.

after he does so, he helps you off the counter, to which marc puts everything away in its rightful places.

you pick up pedro, holding her close to her chest as marc turns back to you.

“why are you so attached to those?” he asks, moving past you to walk back to the living room.

“they are my babies, and you named this one” you run in front of him to shove pedro in his face.

marc raises an eyebrow and reaches a hand up to pet the cat, then taking her from you to hold himself.

“yeah but what’s the point?”

“…they are cute”

“is that your excuse for everything?” 

“only when it’s the cats and steven”

“why steven?”

“because he’s british”

“stop this nonsense” khonshu bangs his stick on the ground, making you and marc turn to where he had been standing.

“the felines used to be worshiped” khonshu starts. “let the child have her fun, spector” he says, making you chuckle, luna hopping up on the couch and curling up into a little ball.

“whatever” marc mutters, putting pedro down on the ground.

“stevens making dinner and you-“

“are going to eat it, i know” you finish for him, moving to sit on the couch next to luna as steven did his thing.

“you know, i never took jake as a cat mom” you tell khonshu, as he is perched up on the back of the couch.

“of course it’s the only one with a brain that is obsessed with the tiny creature” khonshu tells you and you hum.

“do you know any gods that aren’t egyptian?” you ask him and he nods.

“like thor? maybe loki?” you ask again and he nods again.

“it was in my youth that i saw the odinsons. before i was banished from asgard” he informs you and you nod.

“i believe it”

khonshu hits you in the head with the moon on his stick, making you throw your fist at his beak.

khonshu groans and rubs the spot you hit, surprised by your sudden act of violence.

“i think lockley has rubbed off on you too much”

“maybe” you respond, khonshu tilting his head at the sleeping cat beside you.

“so about asgard” you begin, khonshu groaning in annoyance.

that evening was spent eating dinner, then begging khonshu to tell you about asgard.

you read somewhere that loki fucked a horse and you had to know if it was true.

khonshu refused to answer, just leaving you in the dark.

it was whatever.

now, the boys were a bit more confident now that you were officially living with them.

i mean, you were basically their kid already.

it just needed a bit more time, and they already had a huge thing planned.

layla was in on it, and even khonshu was.

now, they were thinking of getting another certain someone in on it as well.

and they knew just who could distract you long enough to get it ready.

when the time came, of course.

which is soon since they aren’t scared of what your reaction will be.

they are sure it will be fine.

great even.

~~~

A/N : hope you all liked it! also the stuff about khonshu being banished from asgard, and even being there in the first place are made up by yours truly.

idk if khonshu has ever even heard of thor or loki. but whatever

thank you all for the support too! i love interacting with you guys, i swear you guys make my day better when i see a notification in my inbox :)))

ALSO YESTERDAY WAS BABY SCARAB 2 MONTH ANNIVERSARY!!!

see you all in two days <3

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baby scarab || 27

flo flo - hellooo, flower anon here. could we possibly get the reader meeting Peter Parker, or them seeing him on the news and trying to reach out?

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anon - Do you think I’m an upcoming chapter the boys can comfort a reader who’s breaking down and terrified that the boys are gonna leave her like everyone else so she starts pushing them away as a defense mechanism?

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anon - Could we get some grandpa Khonshu cuddles and comfort maybe 👉👈

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A/N : teeny weeny angst and some fluff <3

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : dude ive been getting so many requests for meeting peter so here you go!

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please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sad ending(?), mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything

~~~

you’d been nodding off while marc and layla chatted about god knows what.

it was nice, just listening. marc and layla made a nice couple, sure it was a bit strange that there are three different people in the one body, but she puts up with it just fine.

except when steven told you about when he and layla kissed and how marc punched him in the face.

all being in the same body, too.

you would’ve payed to see steven punch himself in the face, you would’ve never let it go either.

you tried to get marc to do it again but no amount of money could convince him.

you see, marc and steven had gotten fine with the whole ‘sharing a body’ thing.

it took a little time to get used to jake being there, but they assure you that it’s all going to work out.

it honestly surprised you how well they all got along considering the obvious.

you know for a fact you’d go bonkers if your reflection talked to you.

well, more bonkers than you already are according to over half the people you know.

you felt something poke your shoulder. “kid, you gotta stay awake right now” marc says, and you figured that he was the one that poked you.

you nod and keep your eyes open, sitting up fully and bringing your knees to your chest.

you hear layla chuckle softly. “you two should probably head home” she advises and you see marc nod.

“nooo but i wanna stay” you whine and marc gives you a look.

“not tonight” marc responds and you groan.

he scoffs and flicks you in the side of the head. “come on, it’s time to go. it’s getting late” he says and you begrudgingly get up as slow as you can.

marc and layla were already standing while you dramatically sighed.

“you’re still in your work clothes, you need to come home and change” marc says.

“i have clothes she could borrow” layla quietly speaks up and marc darts his head to her while you grin to yourself.

“no- don’t encourage her” marc tells layla and you get pouty again.

marc nudges you so that you’re in front of him, while you walk towards the door, layla following.

you make it to the door and slip your shoes on, then you turn back to glare at marc, who’d been waiting arguably patient for you.

“say goodbye, then go wait in the car” he tells you and you squint your eyes at him.

 you tear your gaze away from marc when layla comes to stand in front of you, putting a hand on your shoulder before pulling you into a light hug, you reciprocating it almost instantly.

“don’t worry, little scarab, i’ll see you soon” layla says to you and you smile at the nickname she’d given you.

you and layla shift out of the hug, you waving as you open the door and leave, knowing marc would be out soon.

you sat in the car for about 45 seconds before marc came out, getting in the car and starting it without a word.

“what were you doing in there?” you ask suspiciously.

marc doesn’t say anything still and pulls out of the parking spot, starting to drive back the way you came, excusing the traffic since it was late.

“they were snogging” steven says suddenly and marc groans.

you snort and shake your head.

“i knew it” you mutter.

“no you didn’t” marc counters and you scoff.

“hey, why do you get to kiss people on the mouth and i can’t?” you ask, glaring in marc’s direction.

“because you’re too young”

“but steven said-“

“fuck steven”

“ouch, mate”

“don’t be mean to him, he’s sensitive” you whine, and steven laughs at you.

“but even jake said-“

“fuck him too” marc interrupts and you scoff again.

“you’re just jealous of him” you tell marc and he’s the one to scoff this time.

“don’t drag me into this” jake cuts in, and you wave him off.

“what’s there to be jealous of?” marc asks genuinely and you sigh.

“his hat”

“fuck his hat”

“nooo but i love his hat”

“yeah, she loves the hat, spector” jake cuts in yet again, and marc doesn’t say a word.

“yeah, stay quiet mansplainer” you mutter, and feel the car jerk to a quick stop before going again, while you feel like you just got whiplash.

marc chuckles at your spooked expression, and you debate on whether to smack him on the shoulder and possibly have him crash the car, or let him finally win one.

you let him have it.

you just slouched back in your seat and lent your head back on the head rest.

~~~

the rest of the ride was quiet, due to you and marc being pretty tired.

it was the most action filled day you’ve had in a while.

you two had gotten back to the apartment complex at almost 11 at night.

you were now in the elevator, marc clicking your floors button and then looking to you.

“i have something to tell you” he says hesitantly and you can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s unconsciously shifting from leaning on one foot to the other.

“yeah, what is it?” you ask gently, as to not make him more nervous.

“…” he takes a breath, and the elevator dings, you two only stepping out and not going any further.

“i’ve noticed- and you’ve told me that you wanted things to be ‘normal’ after.. the incident.. so if you want you can now walk to and from work by yourself” he ends the rant quietly and starts to speak again.

“and if you want, you can go to your own apartment whenever you want” he pauses.

“well- not that you couldn’t before it’s just that you can go by yourself” he corrects himself and looks away from you, starting to walk to his door.

you smile and make your way inside once he opens the door.

“you mean it?” you ask and he turns around from where he’s standing.

“well.. yeah” he shrugs.

you manage to smile even wider and get closer to him and give him a quick hug before moving to sit on the counter.

“why the sudden change of heart?” you ask, and he turns around to face you properly.

“he felt bad because he thinks you hate him” jake answers for him and you raise an eyebrow.

“you thought i hated you?” you ask quietly and marc shrugs.

“not hate, just..” he doesn’t finish his sentence while you let out a breath.

“marc” you start, and he finally gains the courage to look you in the eye.

“i could never hate you. any of you” you pause for a second. “what made you think that?” you almost hesitate in asking.

marc doesn’t answer, he just stares.

“he-“

“don’t, steven” he says in a softer tone than before, while you look at him with surprise.

it’s dead silent for another couple minutes, until you decide to break it.

“do you have any idea how much i love you?”

he says nothing- none of them do, they all just stared in a nervous type of surprise.

“you guys are my life now” you say and you begin to smell a certain scent of salt that only tears produce.

marc shifts his gaze to anywhere but you, so you slide off the counter to make your way to him.

“hey- are you crying?” you turn him around to see him wipe a tear off his cheek.

you soften your gaze and pull him into another hug, marc immediately reciprocating while trying his hardest to keep his composure.

you just silently rub his back while you hear steven and jake talking to him, but you don’t notice what they say due to your own thoughts.

after a minute, you gently push marc away, and seeing that he wasn’t actively crying, but did look like he just was.

you see his eyes roll back into his head before a more stern expression takes over.

“he just needs a minute” jake waves you off, while you nod understanding, not seeing him in any of the reflections that steven are in.

“come on, princesa, you’re tired” jake starts and you groan, followed by a small yawn, which just proves his point.

jake and steven both chuckle before putting a hand on your shoulder and leading you to bed.

you slip off your jacket and shove it into jakes chest, and flopping down face first onto the bed.

you hear jake chuckle before setting your coat down on the kitchen table before doing the same with his and shoving you aside to sit down beside you.

you sit up and reach behind jake to grab his hat, which was hanging on the edge of the bed frame.

you put it on his head and yank it down so that it covers his eyes, making him smile.

“come on, go to bed” jake shuffles so that he’s laying down, you following and letting him pull you over so that you were laying your head on his chest.

“night, princesa” he readjusts his hat, and leans his head back.

“night, jake” you pause.

“night, steven. night, marc” you finish, hearing them both saying the same back, marc a bit quieter than usual.

and not too long after that, sleep overtook you.

~~~

*tap tap tap*

you wake up to the sound of tapping coming from somewhere, as you try to fall back asleep.

*tap tap*

and then, ringing.

your spidey senses were going crazy all of a sudden, and you shoot up, careful not to wake jake.

you look around the room and see nothing unusual, but when your eyes scanned over the window, the ringing became louder.

looking to jake, you decide to slowly get up to go check it out, wrist pointing towards the window.

you hear another tap, and think you’re about to go crazy when you pull the curtains back and see nothing.

you let out a sigh and open the window quietly, looking to jake to make sure he didn’t wake up.

after opening the window, you peak your head out and look down, seeing nothing so you decide to go back inside, but that was before you heard something coming from above you.

you were on a pretty high floor, but you had no problem since you could literally stick to walls.

you give one last look to jake, mentally promising you’d go check this out and head right back to bed.

climbing out the window, you stick to the wall and crawl up until you’re at the roof, looking around at all the huge fans and vents.

your spidey senses stopped, and you scoffed to yourself, shaking your head and moving to leave when an arm wraps around your waist and arms, and another hand around your mouth tightly.

you struggle in the grip, trying to turn around to see who it was but this persons grip was too tight on you.

you stop and take a couple deep breaths as the person shushes you and you hear a weird clinking noise.

“heyheyhey, clam down” the person says, and you register the voice to be male.

he takes the hand off your mouth and you take a few breaths before trying to pry his other hand off you.

you’d just now realized that the entirety of his hands and arms were some type of metal.

“hey- listen i just want to talk” he says calmly and you scoff.

“yeah, that’s what they all say” you say, and still struggle in getting him off of you.

you debate on calling jake, but you feel like you could handle this since this guy might actually just want to talk.

“i’m being serious” he scoffs and slowly let’s go of you, so you throw yourself away from him and turn around with your hands out in front of you.

you see his face and see that he just looks like a normal boy, just in a.. suit with a spider on it.

you look at him confused, and he takes that as his cue to explain.

“i should probably explain myself” he says almost guiltily and you nod.

“my names peter. peter parker” he gestures to himself, and you purse your lips.

“i’m.. im spider man” he stutters and you just blink at him.

he sighs. “edith heard about you- she knows what goes on everywhere-“

“who’s edith?”

“my glasses- just listen” he answers and you nod.

“i’m here to help you” he starts. “so i hear that you go around stopping.. convenient store robbers?” he asks and you nod hesitantly.

“okay so what exactly are you here to help with?” you ask and he sighs again. 

“better control with your abilities” he starts. “it took me a while myself, and you’re pretty much the only hero here in london” he explains and you nod.

“that’s nice” you begin. “i have to get back to bed” you blurt out.

“oh- for sure, i just- i just found you and got antsy- sorry” he apologizes and you snort.

“well. okay, spider boy. i’ll.. i’ll see you around” you give him a two fingered salute and jump off the roof to slide down the wall and back into jakes room.

you see that he’s still asleep, but has an arm around one of the pillows due to your absence.

you sigh and close the window and curtains before climbing into bed again, replacing the pillow with jake.

you didn’t fall asleep right away, you just stayed awake thinking.

who the hell did peter parker think he was? does he not have a family that misses him while he’s out here wanting to help a random girl that his glasses heard on the news?

none of this made sense. whenever this guy shows up again you’re going to have him explain everything.

the full truth.

you’re just going to have to dodge the guys’ questions.

you wanted to go back to sleep, but you simply couldn’t.

so you once again got back up and moved to the couch, scrolling on your phone.

“what’s wrong, spiderling?” khonshu shows up perched on the back of the couch.

“nothin’. but you saw that whole thing didn’t you?” you ask and khonshu nods.

“shit” you mutter. “please don’t tell any of the guys” you request and khonshu nods again.

“you’re the best” you smile. “this is why you’re my favorite” you say and he laughs quietly.

“that is nice of you, but you’re dodging my question” he says and you groan quietly.

“it’s just… why did marc think the i hated him?” you ask quietly, mood going down.

khonshu doesn’t say anything, hey just moves to sit next to you, leaning on the armrest.

“he doesn’t really think that” khonshu starts. “he’s just scared”

you furrow your brows. “what? scared of-“

“of doing something wrong” he elaborates and you look up at khonshu in confusion.

“but he-“

“he took your thoughts into consideration” he pauses. “and he thinks that he should give you some time before you want to be around him again”

you feel your eyes tear up at this.

marc didn’t want to be around you because he’s scared of fucking up?

let me rephrase that- he didn’t want you around him. 

khonshu taps your shoulder and you blink away your tears.

“he’s just like a woman” he starts. “so emotional and full of dumb ideas” he says and you scoff, hitting khonshu in the arm.

“he is” you agree with the ‘emotional’ part. not the woman part, because you now want to beat up this stupid death bird.

nothing else is said as you yawn again, and you carefully lean on khonshu, who doesn’t react.

after a minute, he slowly reaches an arm around you and pats your shoulder.

once again, you fell asleep again.

this time, with khonshu. your angry grandpa.

~~~

jake woke up to an empty bed, which worried him until he saw you on the couch.

he was confused to see you leaning against khonshu while he ran his wrapped fingers over the stickers on his moon stick.

“khonshu, what the hell is this?” jake asks, adjusting his hat so that he can actually see as he gets up.

“she was distressed” he answers simply and jake scoffs.

“did she go out again?” he asks and khonshu shakes his head.

“no, just came over here and scrolled on her tiny box” khonshu said and jake seemed to believe him.

you stirred in your sleep, throwing your hand up while stretching and hitting khonshu in the face.

“fuck-“

you gasp and shoot up from where you were laying on khonshu. 

“khonshu just said a no-no word!” you exclaim, and you hear jake scoff from where he was in the kitchen.

you felt bad about leaving him in the middle of the night, but you pushed it to the back of your mind as you got up.

“listen, i uh.. i think i’m going to go back to my place for a bit” you say, and jake looks at you confused.

“by myself.” you elaborate. “just for a while” you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers.

jake stares at you from where he’s standing, an emotion on his face that you could register.

“that’s alright” he nods, and you gather your jacket in your arms and slip on your shoes.

“i’ll see you later” you say quietly and unlock the door to leave.

jake didn’t know what just happened. you’d woken up.. and just left.

none of them knew what to feel right now. they were ultimately confused.

“what in the bloody hell just happened?” steven cuts the silence, and marc is heard taking a couple deep breaths.

“i fucked up didnt i? it’s what i said last night” he says and jake goes to deny that claim.

“you didn’t do anything”

“yeah, mate it’s just.. maybe she’s all in her head about something” steven suggests and they all nod slowly, still not feeling normal without you there.

~~~

they didn’t know that you were a couple doors down, knees to your chest against your door.

not crying, just sitting there.

you were the scared one now.

why did marc tell you that he thought you hated him? was it to subtly hint that he didn’t want you around anymore?

was it to push you away?

you don’t know.

you never know.

you just needed a minute.

just a minute.

~~~

A/N : sorry its late, but here :) peter parker will return, for this is only the first quick meeting

hope you all enjoyed <3

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I tried drawing y/n bonding with grandpa Khonshu this last chapter 😃

BRO THIS IS BEAUTIFULLLL

thank you so much for taking time to draw this, it’s very sweet

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y/n: tag stands for touch and go

steven: yea i guess it kinda does...

y/n: in a hospital people are having the best day of their life, the worst day of their life, the first day of their life, or the lat day of their life.

marc: kinda depressing but true

y/n: all national anthems are country songs.

jake: okay princesa that's enough

y/n: what if all the times you heard your name being called...was just your loved ones trying to wake you up from a coma...do you know if you're in a coma or not?

casper: okay y/n you're freaking me out.

y/n: you think of something for the last time everyday and don't even realize it

marc: okay kid that's really enough now.

y/n: if someone had the power to stop time...we'd never know.

Marc, Steven, Jake, and Casper: *tramatized and scared shitless*

Khonshu: The spider child makes good points

y/n : grandpa is better than you guys :)

khonshu : :)