#Moonknight fan fiction

[heartsfromjeanee]

Desperation

Steven Grant x reader (mention of Jake and Marc)

Summary: After a week of you teasing him, Steven becomes pent up and needy in the middle of the night

Warnings: smut! (18+)

A/N: this is my first fic im posting on here, so my apologies if it’s not that great. I hope you all enjoy it though!

It wasn’t often that Steven got a good nights sleep from what you knew, but he usually would stay relatively quiet as to make sure not to disturb your slumber. Though tonight seemed to be different.

As he stared up at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts ponder to you and how he began to come more and more desperate for the touch of your hands, roaming around his body, knowing each and everyone of his sweet spots that make him melt like putty. In Stevens defense, you had been teasing him throughout the whole week, sometimes bending over just a tad too far in a skirt that was a bit too short or when you would place your hand onto his thigh, rubbing it up and down slowly, getting just mere inches away from his crotch to only pull away at the last second. You knew exactly how to drive him insane and he enjoyed every second of it.

Steven moved his attention to you, curled up on side of the bed facing away from him, peacefully sleeping. He would even go as far as comparing you to an angel. He bit his lip, pondering as to what his next move should be. Would he be able to keep to himself for the rest of the night or give into his own desires?

Just go for it, dios mío

I’m with Jake with this one buddy, I mean just look how pretty she looks

Steven frowned, ignoring the comments from the others in his head. He took another moment to collect his own thoughts, debating on whether he should or shouldn’t disturb you.

Taking a sharp breath, he decided to go with the former, quietly moving himself to your body, to the point where your back was pressed up against him. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, placing a multitude of soft kisses onto it. In a matter of minutes he was fully erect, his boner confined in his boxers, and he began had to hold himself back from humping himself on you.

Slowly you began to stir awake, but still not very much coherent as to what was going on around you. From what you could tell, Steven was just trying to wrap his arms around you to bring you closer to him, which seemed innocent enough. It wasn’t until you snuggled yourself back into him, your ass pressing up against his crotch, did you realize that what Steven wanted was far from innocent.

Steven let out a low groan from the contact your ass and his crotch was making, which made you open your eyes.

“Steven? …What do you think your doing?” You said in a low voice, still very sleepy.

“Well, uh, (Y/N) I just-“ Steven stammered, unsure of how to explain himself. You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself away from him so you could turn over and face him. The soft moonlight from the window shined down onto him, making him slightly visible in the otherwise pitch black room. Steven let out a small whimper from the loss of contact, and his big brown eyes looking into yours, practically screaming ‘fuck me’.

“Oh poor puppy, my teasing got to you didn’t it?” You muttered, showing a sign a sympathy for him. Steven gave a slight nod, your tone giving him hope that you would show mercy on him and help him achieve the release he so desperately needed. “Well since your so desperate, why don’t you grind into my ass baby. Make yourself cum,” you once again proved to move back into your original position, so your ass was towards his crotch, “Show me how much you need me.”

Steven gulped. He wanted to object, but also feared that you would simply go back to bed if he did, and then just leave him to figure out his problem completely on his own. Therefore, he quickly obeyed your order and moved his crotch up against your ass once more, beginning to grind up against it. Soft moans escaped his lips because of how blissful it felt to finally gain some friction down there.

“That’s it baby, keep going. Such a good boy.” Your words of encouragement only excited him more, his movement become more faster and more erratic. He could feel his climax slowly began to build up. His moans were like melodies to your ears and you could tell he was starting to get close.

“You feel…f-feel so good…please let me cum, please..” Steven begged, letting his hand roam up your body and onto your boob, grabbing onto it lightly.

“You wanna cum for me puppy? Yeah? Cum for me.” You growled as moved your arm up to reach behind you, grabbing onto Steven’s hair while turning your neck to look over at him. You then pulled him his head down towards yours and passionately kissed him, capturing all of his moans into your mouth.

Finally, Steven was able to reach his high, parting away from your kiss and letting out a practically pornographic moan as he came in his boxers. Letting go of his hair, you continued to mumbled words of praise as he slowly came down again, placing his head into the crook of your neck.

“You did so good for me baby,” You cooed, “How about we get you cleaned up and then get some rest, and if the morning I’ll wake you up with a treat.”

“Mmmm…what’s the treat?” Steven slurred, becoming much more sleepy after being able to fulfill his desires.

“Well I suppose you’ll just have to wait and find out, won’t you?”

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[spacecowboyhotch]

Unlikely

summary: a look into how marc and reader met.

pairing: gn!reader x marc spector

contents: boxing, flirting, kissing, discussions of DID, fluff

an: this is the companion piece to this fic, and serves as a prequel to it. there won’t be any interaction between marc and steven, though marc will be thinking about steven. gif credits are @moonknightyws. you could say marc is ooc for being this open or maybe he’s so into reader he doesn’t have a choice <3

word count: 1.4k

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One question is what starts it all: “Are you always this pissed off?”

You’ve been warming up a few punching bags down from the man with tan skin, a set jaw, and furrowed brows who could probably rip his own punching bag in half if he wanted to. You’ve seen him before, too many times if you’re being honest and your curiosity finally gets the best of you. You ask him this question, deadpanned but he catches the slightest bit of humor in your eyes before turning away. He’s not sure why he answers.

“Yes,” He huffs, landing another crushing blow to the punching bag he’s pummeling.

“Violence isn’t as cathartic as it once was. In fact, it can make things worse.”

He gets it and he doesn’t. Marc knows that he’s attractive, that he can attract attention, good and bad. You’re flirting with him, or maybe just trying to make a friend but only he knows that you’ve chosen the wrong person. The wrong persons. There’s too much of everything pent up in his body, some of it not even his own.

He should let you go. He should be incredibly rude to you and let you go. Typical he could, he would, but there’s something different about you already. But, there’s too much in the way. Khonshu’s requirements. Steven’s eventual return.

He can’t help but think about how good Steven would be to you if he could get his shit together. Maybe you could help Steven get his shit together. Maybe you could help both of them get their shit together. Maybe the pain wouldn’t suffocate him if he had someone like you, soft and helpful by his side. But, he really should scare you away.

He tries and fails to keep the edge in his voice, though he’s still got his face set in that glare, “What would you suggest then?”

You lean against the punching bag that’s now just slightly swaying, “Do you like fried chicken?”

If he wasn’t so tense he’d laugh at your question, “Yes.”

You treat him to a smile, it’s bright, sweet, and a little mischievous, “Music?”

“Sure,” He answers slowly with narrowed eyes.

“Water?”

The answer to that is complicated, but he doesn’t want to get into that right now. Or ever. He feels inclined to answer honestly, “Depends.”

“There’s this food truck festival on the weekends, down by the water.”

“That’s what you’re suggesting as a defuser?” He sounds skeptical, insulted even but you’re persistent.

“You might actually enjoy yourself instead whatever this is. I mean you come here at least twice a week to beat the shit out of this bag. The same one every time, you don’t even give the poor thing a break.”

“I don’t think you have any room to talk, that means you’re here just as often as me.”

“I’m here for my fitness, and you’re here to…”

“Beat the shit out of this bag,” He provides and you laugh, making his chest fill with an unfamiliar warmth.

“Like I said, you might enjoy yourself doing something other than that.”

He shakes his head, and his eyes almost grow somber, “It’s unlikely.”

“We could wager something,” You suggest, hoping that maybe a bet will get him to open up. With the way you’ve seen him train, you assume he likes to win, even at the little things.

“I’m not sure there’s anything I want from you.”

“Aren’t things we’re not sure of worth exploring?” You challenge, your tongue flicking out over your bottom lip.

Your words earn the smallest of smirks from him and he gives you a tight nod, “I’ll go with you.”

“Fantastic. I’m (Y/N),” You offer him your hand and he takes it, shaking firmly.

“Marc.”

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The bet that turned into a date was 4 months ago, and now Marc wakes up in your bed at least twice a week. It was impossible to stay away from you, your laugh is infectious, your eyes saccharine.

For the first time in a long time, regardless of the circumstances, Marc feels safe. Safe enough to be honest with you about Steven. It’s hard to describe but he can recognize the signs. As the pressure from Khonshu grows, the more he thinks about his past. It means that Steven can pop out of the woodwork at any time to grant him some reprieve.

The two of you are laying in his bed for a change on a Saturday morning. As always you’re in his clothes, they’re worn and smell like him, it’s what you prefer.

He sits up in bed, his face set into that signature deep glare, “You trust me right?”

“Of course, I trust you,” You answer quickly with no doubts, but Marc hesitates, breaking eye contact for just a moment. It’s not something he does often, and the extra edge in his voice lets you know something is up. You sit up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Hey, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“There are some things you need to know for this to work. It’s complicated, that's why I don’t do this but I…” He looks away, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. “I trust you and I want this to work so I have to tell you this.”

“Marc, the last thing I want is for you to do something you’re not ready for. If this is too much, if I’m too much, then just be honest with me.”

His expression softens into this tender look you never thought he’d be capable of, “You being too much is the last thing on my mind. It’s the opposite.”

“You’re not too much. A little intense, but I like that about you.”

There’s a long pause as Marc thinks about the way to do this. He decides that ripping off the bandaid is the best option. Whether it goes well or not, being direct will bring this conversation to resolution quicker.

He blows out a deep breath before speaking, “There’s more than just me.”

You lean back to get a good look at him, “What do you mean?”

“In my head, there’s more than just me,” He repeats.

“Like a different voice? A different personality?”

He shakes his head, “A completely different person. His name is Steven.”

You get that look on your face that indicates you’re processing and he lets you sit in peace, his anxiety heightening as each second passes. You know he’s being serious, Marc’s not one to bullshit so you think it through slowly, accepting the information. There’s not much else you can do, not when you feel so deeply for him. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re falling in love with him. You know he’s not ready to hear that, but it’s true.

A question pops into your mind, “Has he always been there?”

“No.”

Marc doesn’t offer any more information about Steven’s origin and he doesn’t look like he wants to, so you propose a different question, “What’s he like?”

A soft, almost fond smile spreads across his face, “He’s gentle. And a nerd.”

“One could argue that you’re a nerd with all your…gadgets,” You gesture to his piles of electronic equipment and he rolls his eyes.

“I am not a nerd.”

“If you say so,” You put your hands up in defeat when he gives you a look. “So, tell me more about him.”

“He’s British.”

“He’s British?” You repeat, with a raised eyebrow.

“And he’s the reason I have that stupid fucking fish,” Marc nods his head over to the tank, rolling his eyes.

”Hey, I love that stupid fucking fish,” You attempt to push him back into bed with your hands but he’s quicker and stronger, gripping your hand and pulling you into his lap where you gladly get comfortable. “When will I get to meet him?”

“It’s hard to say. He has a mind of his own,” He pinches your thigh playfully when you giggle at his accidentally play-on-words, “That is not a pun, don’t laugh.”

His grumpiness makes you laugh harder, and he falls back into the bed wrapping both of his arms around you until you’re finished.

“Marc?” You peer up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

“Hmm?” He hums, bending down to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Thank you for feeling like you could tell me.”

“Don’t get sappy,” His eyes betray what he says, full of a soft, hazy affection.

You take his words as permission to do something else with your lips and wiggle up his body until you can kiss him. His lips are firm and urgent, his arms tightening around you as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth to claim it. Ready and willing you submit to him, letting him kiss you as hungrily as he wants to, trapped in his arms. There’s no place you’d rather be.

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[ijustwant2write]

Membership Pass-Steven Grant x Reader

(GIF credit to @stevenrogered)

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Requested by anonymous: 'Imagine Reader meeting Steve at the museum and both are super shy 🥺but since then they come across each other everyday and it's really cute 🥺'

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff 😊

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(Y/N) beamed as she stepped into the museum. She hadn't visited since she was little, it had changed so much, but that only meant she had more exhibits to see. She didn't care that she was by herself, no one was there to distract her. She could really focus on the history on display.

Her whole day was spent there, and a day we'll spent in (Y/N)'s opinion. She knew there were others around her that also appreciated the displays and information set out, though there were also a lot of children either fascinated or bored during their trip. Just like when she was a little girl, she ended the trip with a visit to the gift shop.

Steve was obviously bored, repricing items that were headed for clearance, the stupid and inaccurate toys mocked him almost. As he carelessly stuck new price stickers on the items, he noticed a woman waltz in, staring a little too long. He couldn't help it, she was beautiful. Steven assumed she would walk through to the exit, it was always kids and their parents who stayed to buy something. He was surprised when she saw her jaw drop at the sight of something.

(Y/N) rushed over to the Egyptian section, spotting the newest book by her favourite author. It was another installment from the author who studied all aspects of Egyptian life, and it was exclusively released to the museum first. She picked up one from the pile, seeing that she had grabbed one of the signed copies. With a big grin on her face, she made her way to the till, already wanting to flick through the papers.

Steven clumsily fumbled with the sticker machine, almost dropping it on the floor as he scurried over. He tried to play it off by laughing when he got there, greeting the woman with blushing cheeks.

"Hi."

"Hi." she smiled back.

"You seemed excited to pick this one up."

"Yeah, well, I have all the other books in the collection so far. And I realised literally as I walked in here that the new one is being sold here so of course I have to get it."

Steven was in awe. There were hardly any customers that would know of this author, let alone want to buy a book from the museum in the first place.

"I have all the books too!" Steven exclaimed."Volume one is always my favourite though."

"Egyptian gods? Yeah, that's a good one. You're so lucky to work in a place like this."

"The gift shop? Nah, it's not as good as being on the floor, you know, like a tour guide."

"That does sound fun."

"The shop or the tours?"

She laughed."Sorry, I have to go with the tours."

He let out a short chuckle as he scanned the book, grabbing a gift bag as she got out her card.

"Oh, I have one of those member cards to scan!" she quickly whipped it out.

"Oh cool, so you've got yearly access to the museum." he took it from her to scan.

"Yep, it was a present from my parents. I've just moved to London because of my new job, but they knew I would want to come here all the time. I was so excited when they gave it to me, it was even better than the new TV they helped me buy." (Y/N) froze before she could talk any further."Sorry, I talk a lot when I get excited."

This shop assistant was so cute, and here she was embarrassing herself. She saw his name was Steven from the name tag, noting that it was with a 'V' and not a 'ph'. As he returned her card, he dropped it on the counter, both of them fumbling to pick it up, cringing as their hands brushed multiple times.

"So, that's thirteen pounds and fifty pence please." Steven said when they recovered.

She tapped her phone on the card machine, thanking him as he put the receipt in the bag and slid it over.

"Will you be visiting again soon?" Steven dared to ask.

"Yeah, I think I most definitely will be."

They shared a smile before she walked away, shoulders tensing up from how giddy she was.

"My name is Steven by the way!" he called after her.

(Y/N) turned around."I know. Because of the name tag! I'm not a stalker!"

He nodded as they laughed again, (Y/N) about to walk away when she remembered she hadn't told him her name.

"Oh, I'm (Y/N) by the way. It was really nice to meet you."

They were both bashful as their conversation ended. Steven had a bit more spring in his step for the rest of the day, hoping (Y/N) would become a regular visitor who he would be seeing more often. (Y/N) now had another reason to come to the museum, maybe she would grow the confidence to speak to him for more than five minutes.

The week passed, Steven being nagged by Donna and (Y/N) was settling into her new workplace. But it was now Saturday, the weekend, it was time for (Y/N) to head to the museum again. She got up extra early this time, hoping to catch Steven before the rush. Although she had been in high spirits the whole way there, she halted outside the doors, wondering if Steven was even working. Of course (Y/N) would still enjoy her time there, though she had wanted to talk to Steven again.

(Y/N) felt silly as she walked in, scanning her membership card. She had dressed up more, made an effort. It was still a casual look, she just wanted to give off a good impression to Steven. Who was she kidding? She had never even been asked on a date, how was she going to speak with this guy?

Although she tried to walk around the exhibits, take down her own notes of anything interesting, she couldn't keep her mind off of Steven. He was just so handsome, and cute, and so adorable when he spoke. It was clear he was shy too, though that made him more attractive. They also shared a big interest, something they were both passionate about. (Y/N) really hoped he was working today.

Steven had dashed through the museum, running late for work again. He prayed Donna wouldn't catch him, hopefully she hadn't noticed his absence yet. Luckily there weren't many visitors yet, so he got away with running through the halls. But he spotted someone familiar, only for a second, but it still made him stop, almost skidding across the room on the polished floors. It was her, and she looked beautiful.

"(Y/N)?" he cautiously said as he approached her.

"Steven!"

The way she said his name gave him butterflies.

"Long time no see." he joked.

"I did say I would be a regular."

"That's great, not many people devote their time to the museum."

"I love it, I always have."

There was a short silence before an idea popped into his head."Um ...I was actually wondering...My lunch break is at one, did you, like, want to have lunch together or something?"

(Y/N) felt herself blushing, heart racing. Would this be a date?

"Yeah, I'd love that!"

Too enthusiastic (Y/N).

"Great! I'll meet you by the Egyptian section?" Steven hoped it wasn't too on the nose.

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

Steven nodded, mumbling out 'bye' before he really had to make sure he got to the shop before Donna. (Y/N) was relieved that she had made an effort into her outfit, though she knew Steven ultimately wouldn't have minded what she wore.

One o'clock took it's time to get to. Both Steven and (Y/N) had glanced at the clock or phone too many times. Steven had to deal with customers bribing their bratty children with toys, whilst (Y/N) couldn't concentrate on any of the information she read. Her eyes would skim over the words but nothing would register. When it was five to one, (Y/N) made her way to the meeting point, trying to look around for Steven ut not making it too obvious.

Steven had his lunchbox and flask in his hands, quickly making his way to the Egyptian area. He was excited, could this be a date? Oh, what if it was? He kicked himself for not asking her out properly, they could have at least gone to a nice cafe nearby. It was too late now anyway, as he had spotted her.

"Hi." Steven grinned.

She turned around at the sound of his voice."Hi. Oh you were smart bringing a packed lunch. I had to go buy mine."

"Oh, I would have bought it for you! I was the one who suggested lunch in the first place."

"It's OK, I really don't mind."

"As long as you're sure."

She nodded."So, where shall we sit?"

"I've got just the place."

He guided her through the halls of artifacts, finding a bench pressed against a wall. Opposite was a huge tapestry, it was faded but you could still clearly make out what was weaved on it; there were pictures of God's and humans, (Y/N) knew what it was instantly.

"Journey to the afterlife." she muttered.

"Yeah, I just thought, lunch with a view." Steven nervously said.

"A very good view indeed."

They tucked into their lunches, speaking when they weren't chewing about the piece in front of them. Steve knew he didn't have a lot of time for his break, but there was so much he wanted to know about her.

"Can I ask, what got you so interested in all this?"

"Egyptians?"

He nodded.

"I dunno, I think... Well for starters, I love all history, I could talk about anything in the past, you know, Tudors, Romans, Aztecs, Victorians. But, something just drew me to this, I found it all so beautiful and fascinating. I wish I had persued it in uni or something, and not just as a hobby."

"Why didnt you?"

"My parents have always been supportive, but we weren't very well off. I think they were worried that I would end up with little money if I went down that route, they encouraged me to do something other than history. And I do like my job, I've got good colleagues and I'm able to afford rent in the capital! It's not the greatest flat in the world I'll admit but it's still a place I'm paying for."

"Good for you. That's really admirable."

"Thanks Steven, that's a very sweet thing to say."

He mentally high fived himself, he was doing a good job here.

"What about you? Why aren't you a tour guide?"

"Same sort of story really. I would love to be one. It just feels good telling people all this information you know, and then seeing their eyes light up at things they never knew about. The kids faces are funny when they hear about how mummies were actually made."

"I can imagine. At least we can still enjoy the exhibits I suppose."

"Yeah." Steven glanced at his watch, he only had ten minutes left, and he had to be back at the shop sharp."Hey, um, I was thinking...Maybe we make this a regular thing? And perhaps we could also go out for dinner sometime?"

(Y/N) tried not to giggle in glee, feeling herself turn red."Like, a date?"

"Yeah, only if you want it to be. I would like that."

"Yes. I would gladly go out with you. On a date."

"Perfect!"

They were smiling widely at one another, not sure of the next move to make.

"I have to get back to work, but will I see you on your way out?"

"Of course. I really liked having lunch together."

"Me too. Discuss details of our 'date' later?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later."

"Laters gators."

Steven turned quickly before he could regret what he said. Why? Why did he have to end it like that? At least he could be happy knowing he had a date with a girl he really fancied. And he was also looking forward to her finishing her visit, he had to think of somewhere to go now.

(Y/N)'s cheeks were aching from how much she was smiling. She had a date! It was her first date! What was she going to wear? Should she bring a bottle of wine? But they were surely going out so why would she do that? (Y/N) had to remind herself that they hadn't even said what they were doing, that would be discussed later. Just like before, (Y/N) couldn't concentrate on anything in front of her, daydreaming about her date with Steven. She was going to have a shorter trip today, just so she could see Steven sooner, she thought. What a great reason to visit the museum every week.

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[you-heard-what-i-meant]

Leap of Faith - Moon Knight

Whoops, it’s been a Hot Minute Decade since I posted.

Here, have some Moonboys finding out F!Reader is pregnant to make up for it!

Leap of Faith - The Moon Boys have three very different reactions to finding out F!Reader is carrying their child. Available on AO3 Here!

Female! Reader, Pregnant! Reader. Angsty Fluff with a Happy Ending. 

Unbeta’d, please excuse any strangeness! 

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You anxiously adjust the two mirrors you’ve set up on the desk near the bed, take a deep breath, and finally take the plunge.

“Hey Steven, have you got a minute?”

Steven’s head appears around a bookcase. “Of course, my love, what is it?”

You smile at his adorable image - a book in each hand, glasses perched half way down his nose, green jumper (slightly too big of course) softening his edges. 

“Can you come here?” You pat the bed beside you, and see a split second of worry warring with expectation pass across his face. He takes a few steps towards you.

“Everything alright, love?” He seems to have forgotten the books in his hands. You reach for them, and when he relinquished them you gently set them aside.

“Yeah, I just want to talk to you for a minute. And, um, are Marc and Jake around?”

Steven is starting to look concerned. His movements are measured as he sits next to you on the bed. He glances at the mirrors you’ve set up on the desk across from you both.

“Yeah, they, um, hang on…” he zones out for a second, then his eyes dart between the mirrors. His worried gaze settles on your face. You glance at the mirrors, but of course only see two slightly different angles of you and Steven sitting on the bed.

“… are they…?” You gesture towards the mirrors.

Steven blinks. “Uh, yeah, they’re here. What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Your gaze flicks to the mirrors again. “Where…?”

It takes Steven a moment to understand, his wringing hands unlock long enough for him to gesture vaguely left then right. “Marc, Jake. Love… You’re worrying us.”

He goes to reach for your hands, but they’re grasped firmly in your lap. His hands drop to his own lap and he dismisses any further thought, too caught up in his steadily growing panic. Jake, however, studies your clasped hands. 

Steven’s leg is jiggling against the side of the bed now, and you're sure he’s picking up on your own nerves as you suddenly start to worry how they’re going to react. He utters your name softly, imploringly, and it gives you the push you need. You take a few steadying breaths, flip the thing in your hand upright and hold it out where all three men can see it. You anxiously focus on Steven’s face. He’s momentarily confused. “…What’s that…?” He studies the rectangular, white plastic stick, takes in the two blue lines in the little window at the centre, and a few seconds later his face goes blank. 

The little bit of excitement you’d been feeling underneath the nerves just withers and fades away. 

“Steven?” His face doesn’t change. “Marc? Jake?” You glance at the mirrors, although of course you see nothing of the other two men. You suddenly feel hollow. Your gaze drops to the stick as your hands fall into your lap taking the offending item with them. your voice comes out weaker than you’d have liked.

“Um, we can talk about it. It’s still really early on so-“

For a split second your fight or flight response is triggered - the arms around you are unexpected, and your instincts are blindsided. Then the thick New York accent filters through the fog in your brain and you tune in to Jake’s reaction. 

“ - a baby? I’m gonna be a daddy? That’s - it’s - darlin’ we’re having a little us!” And as he works to express his excitement, he peppers your face with kisses. One hand moves from caressing your back, to resting on your belly, warm, gentle, protective. His mouth is still opening and closing but now he’s run out of words, and he’s… well he’s glowing. He looks up at you with damp, glittering eyes. You can’t help the grin that splits across your face. 

“Yeah, Jake, we’re gonna be a family.” Then something occurs to you, and your smile falters. Of course Jake reads it straight away. “What’s wrong darlin’?”

You swallow with difficulty. “Where are…? Are Marc and Steven ok?”

A blank expression passes across Jake’s face. Of the three of them, he uses reflections to communicate the least. He prefers to just talk to his alters through their headspace. You wait as patiently as you can.

“Uhhhh… Yeah, Steven is…” his head tilts slightly “… I guess it’s like his brain is rebooting right now. He’s just getting up to speed. Marc is…” he trails off, a slight twist to his mouth. That slight twist is echoed in your stomach. 

“Is he angry?”

Jake’s expression changes immediately. “No! No he’s…” he searches for a word. You try to supply it.

“Upset?”

Jake shakes his head vigorously. “No, Darlin’, no. He’s… freaking out a bit, that’s all. But Steven and I can -“ Jake doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his face completely changes and an English accent starts pouring a jumble of words into the air between you.

“- oh my days, I can’t believe it! Well I can, obviously, I’m not calling you a liar or anything, I swear, but I just - me, a daddy! And you! You're going to be a mummy! Not a mummy like the dead Egyptians, of course -“ 

And his hands are gently touching every part of you he can reach - your face, shoulders, arms, stroking your legs, and finally they hover over your belly. He looks at you almost hesitantly, and you can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up your throat.

“With the things we did that put this baby in me, you don’t need permission to touch my stomach now Steven.” You relish the flush on his cheeks for a few seconds before he’s suddenly, gently, guiding you to lay back on the bed. The flush of embarrassment at your reminder of how you got to this moment is replaced by a flash of pure desire and heat, then almost immediately replaced with a watery-eyed softness. He hovers over you where you lay, propping himself up on one arm as his free hand gently lifts your shirt away from your stomach. You can’t help the flush of pleasure as his fingertips graze your skin, and you can’t hold in the moan it causes. Steven’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“Uhm, I don’t know…” his hand has frozen where it is, and it takes you a minute to trace his train of thought. You smirk. “We can still have sex Steven, ‘til right near the due date. We might need to be a bit creative in the last couple of months but I don’t intend to be giving that up. Besides, some people say you should do it more right before your due date to encourage the baby to arrive quickly.” You watch Steven file that away for later, then he’s back to being mesmerised by your soft belly. His hand gently lowers onto your skin, and you watch the wonder cross his face as he really considers what’s happening here. You can almost hear his thoughts whirling around.

“Oh love…” he sighs happily. It lasts just a few seconds.

You see the change instantly. The tension in his shoulders, the stillness in his face and body. Marc has arrived. He doesn’t move for a minute, and you call for him softly. “…Marc?” 

His eyes flick sideways at you, but otherwise he’s still a statue. The tension radiates from him. His head bows so far down it’s practically touching your stomach beside his hand. 

“I… Baby-“ he flinches at the pet name now “- I’m…”

Whatever it is, he can’t say it. He visibly struggles long enough for you to start feeling that fear again. Finally he grinds out through a broken throat “I don’t think I can do this.” You watch a tear fall from his cheek, feel it hit the sensitive skin of your belly. 

Panic begins to swell in your chest. You know Jake and Steven are fully behind this big step, but if Marc isn’t…

“Why not?” Your voice is soft. He shakes his head slightly. Then he’s sitting up, pulling his knees up and resting his elbows on them as his hands tug at his inky curls almost violently. You slowly sit up beside him.

“I… it’s not like I had the best role models. And… I’m broken, you know? I’m not stable enough. I’m not safe for either of you to be around. I’ve killed people, I still do, even though it’s Jake doing it now, it’s still these hands. And what if I lose it? What if I lose control one day and hurt the kid? What if someone comes after us because of what I’ve done in the past, what we still do now? What about-“ the flood gates have opened and Marc’s terror is pouring into the room. You grab his hands, shake them to get his attention. “Marc -“

His gaze snaps to your face, and he utters in a voice so broken it guts you. “I can’t take care of our baby.” 

He starts to shake his head, and it takes you a minute to realise he’s communicating with Steven and Jake. His murmured words begin to cycle like a mantra. “No, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t I can’t Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t-“ 

And you find yourself grabbing his face. “Marc! Stop!”

His dark eyes squeezed shut so hard he must be seeing flashing lights behind his closed lids. 

“You can. And you know you can because you’ve already raised someone, and they turned out just fine.”

That throws Marc. He looks up at you with watery eyes. “-what? Who?”

You smile softly at him, holding your tears in for dear life. “Steven. You raised him from when you were a child yourself. You sent him postcards from your mum, got him a place to live, a job at a museum that he loved… and you’re not alone are you?”

You can practically see him processing it all somewhere behind his panic. His voice is raw when he speaks. “I don’t want you to end up a single parent.”

You chuckle. “I won’t. This baby is the most blessed child in the world. He’s got three amazing dads. I didn’t even get one. I’m pretty sure that between you, you’ll cover all the bases. And if you ever get worried, you can help each other out.” 

Marc’s gaze moves to the mirrors. It’s a long couple of minutes of watching a silent conversation through Marc’s face before you see his expression finally break, and he slowly turns his attention back to you. The earlier all encompassing terror has now diminished somewhat, a light of hesitant hope in his dark eyes. 

“Okay.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “Okay?”

Marc’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Yeah. Okay. It’s - I mean, I’ve got a great example of what not to do, so…”. He offers a small, self deprecating smile.

Your heart breaks a little. You gently lay your palm against his face. “This baby is going to be the most loved child that ever existed.”

A long sigh deflates him, the tension leaking out of him and leaving him dragging you bonelessly down to the mattress with him. His voice is softer now, muffled where he buries his face in your neck as he mutters in your ear “this baby is going to be the most fucking spoilt child that ever existed, I swear.”

#fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #moonknight #moon knight #moonboys #moon boys #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #angst #fluff #fluffy #angst with a happy ending #happy ending #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fan fiction #moon knight fan fic #moon knight fanfiction #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

[luvpedropascal]

Suddenly in desperate, desperate need of taller reader content- specifically for steven-

How he'd look up at you with those big beautiful eyes just makes me feel some kind of way :(

i know 😭😭😭 here are some of my thoughts (half fluff half smut)

- i definitely think that steven would really enjoy your height difference. never for a second would he have any negative feelings about it. on the contrary, he would probably notice you’re taller than him and find it really hot.

- no matter how big the height difference, steven would like joking around by standing up on his toes to kiss you playfully, even if he doesn’t need to.

- whenever you’re standing and talking to him, even if his head is only tilted up a tiny bit, he’s looking up at you through those long lashes and his eyes somehow look even more angelic.

- one day you tell him how pretty his eyes look when he looks at you like that and he smiles shyly, his eyes crinkling and looking even prettier and you just kiss him until he’s losing his balance

- hugs with him <333 even if it’s a small height difference, the difference makes it more comfortable for you to hug him around his neck and him to hug your waist, which makes for the most comfortable, perfect hugs. he’ll rest his head on your chest and you’ll tuck your head against his shoulder, and you just fit perfectly together.

- one of his favorite things is when he’s cooking or doing something with his back to you, and you come up and hug him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder and just swaying with him. it feels nice to have you so close and your bodies fit so well together and so he just loves it.

- on a more nsfw note, your height difference also really really turns steven on. we know he’s the sweetest, most submissive boy, so having even the slightest height difference makes steven feel a little more small and powerless around you.

- he likes the way you loom over him when he’s on his knees, or how you lean down to kiss him and have to tilt his chin up just a little.

- he loves the way you look down at him just a little bit, your gaze soft yet so powerful, it always gets him going.

- your legs are longer than his so during sex you have leverage against him, using it to pin him down or flip positions with him and he loves it.

- if you’re strong and not afraid to show it, steven will go absolutely feral over it in bed. pin him down, toss him around a little, maneuver him the way you want — he’ll become a submissive, whimpering, pliant mess for you.

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so many thots™️ about this…

#steven grant #moonknight #moonknight x you #moonknight x reader #steven grant fan fiction #steven grant fanfic #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant headcanon #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #sub steven grant #sub!steven grant #drabbles and thoughts

[kingpodzzz]

Yeesh

I have not been active on tumblr in probably a year or two. LMAO

Anyway, I’ve started writing fanfics for uhhh Moon Knight :)))

Specifically MarcSteven 

You can find them all here:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/someawkwardwhitebech/works?fandom_id=66924490

I have a collection of smut fics posted under one work, and plenty more coming out soon. Give it a peek. :)

#marcsteven #moonknight #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector/steven grant #fanfic #fan fiction #smut #fluff #moonknightfic #marcsteven fic

[imperiuswrecked]

BDS HAS CALLED FOR A TARGETED BOYCOTT OF PRO-ISRAEL PROPAGANDA CHARACTER SABRA!!!

BOYCOTT SABRA (RUTH BAT-SERAPH) IN MARVEL'S CAPTAIN AMERICA : NEW WORLD ORDER!!!

As Captain America: New World Order is released I urge all fans who are against Zionism to flood the Captain America tags with messages of Boycott Sabra. All the links provided in the graphic are publicly available from their websites, and social media.

Anti-Zionism =/= Anti-Semitism!!! We are boycotting Sabra not because she is Jewish but because she represents a Pro-Israel, Pro-Zionist message that should not be platformed in any media. Her comics have Pro-IDF propaganda.

Marvel was made aware of the fact that this character promotes a Pro-Israeli & Anti-Palestinian sentiment when the character of Sabra was announced for Captain America 4, despite fan concern, and calls for Marvel to remove this character from the movie and despite have more than enough time to respond to what type of statement this would promote, a Pro-Zionist, Pro-Israel stance and despite reshoots Marvel has still chosen to keep Sabra in the movie. Shira Haas is the actress playing Sabra, she is Israeli and has shared Pro-Israel posts online even during the genocide of the Palestinians.

Marvel claims they will be reinventing the character however a character whose very nationality and backstory relies on Pro-Israel & Pro-Zionist ideals is irredeemable especially because not once in all her comic appearances does she ever change her Anti-Palestinian stance. Israel is currently committing a Genocide against Palestinians. Since of October 7th more than 30,000 Palestinians, of which over 12,000 are children, have been murdered by Israel. Over 60,000 have been injured, more missing, and millions displaced in Israel's genocide and ethnic cleansing of the people of Palestine. This is in addition the 75 year long occupation, countless war crimes, and 16 year blockade on Palestinians.

Marvel claims to care about Jewish characters, but Marvel hasn't even cast Jewish actors for Jewish Characters like Moonknight. Marvel choosing to back a Pro-Israel, Pro-Zionist character like Sabra sends a very clear message that aligns with Marvel Comics long held Anti-Palestinian sentiment. There are other Jewish characters for Jewish representation, such as Magneto, and Kitty Pryde, who were not created with a Pro-Israel, Pro-Zionist background.

BOYCOTT SABRA!!! Send a message, write a tweet, make a post, and tag Marvel and Disney and let them know why you are Boycotting Captain America: New World Order. I love Sam Wilson as Captain America but I will never support a movie that has Sabra as a character.

For more information about the character's history here is a breakdown of her appearances in Marvel Comics.

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #256 - Sabra's Origin

On the cover of Sabra's origin issue is the image of a dead Palestinian boy.

continued...

As we read the issue, we find Bruce Banner/The Hulk has stowed away on the ship "The Star of David" to Palestine, in the comics it is called Israel, however Marvel Comics has long been erasing Palestine, calling it only Israel.

This is Marvel Atlas (2008) #2 page on Israel

Marvel Fandom Wiki states that Palestine was the name of the land before Israel. While I understand that Marvel's 616 Universe is fictional, it's important to state that they base their locations on Real Life locations, and in 1948 Palestine underwent The Nakba, in which Israeli Forces displaced over 750,000 Native Palestinians and killed countless men, women, and children, stole land and homes, and forced the remaining Palestinians into the Gaza Strip which is the world's largest concentration camp, or confined to the West Bank all of which is under Apartheid laws today, or out of Palestine with no right to return to their homes and lands.

That being said, Sabra was created in 1980, as a Mossad Agent, Mossad is the Israeli Secret Service which has done so much harm to Palestinians. In her first issue she was working as a cop in Tel Aviv.

The Editor's note states: "The word Sabra denotes a Native-Born Israeli, the name derived from an indigenous form of fruit - a prickly pear possessed of a sweet interior, and a spiny outer surface to protect it from it's enemies."

Sabr (arabic, it also means "patience") is a cactus prickly pear that is Native to and found growing in Palestine. Read more about it in this article talking about the politics of Palestinian erasure and the Sabr fruit.

The Prickly Symbolism of Cactus Fruit in Israel and Palestine.

“If you look at most Palestinian villages demolished in Israel, what’s left is cactus fruit and olive trees,” says Qattan. Since 1948, he adds, this has imbued the cactus plant with a “mythical symbolism.”

When Blum’s father started the farm, he knew that many parts of the world have cactus fruit plants, so he wanted to make theirs the best. They chose Dimona, in southern Israel, because of its intense sun and “the Zionist dream of making the desert bloom.” 

"Making the desert bloom" is a racist Zionist ideals and propaganda that has caused severe ecological damage to Palestine by destroying thousand years old Olive trees to plant non indigenous trees that are not native to Palestine in a form of ecocide. So even the character Sabra, her very name brings a connection back to the Nakba, the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians & promoting Zionism.

However Sabra's name also has another very real and very tragic memory. One I will discuss here before returning to the comics. Just two years after her appearance in comics in 1980, Israel's war crimes continue.

The Sabra & Shatila Massacre 1982

The article linked above has information of what occurred September 16-18, 1982. There were the Refugee camps of Sabra & Shatila, where Palestinians displaced from Israeli Occupation lived, and they, as well as Lebanon Civilians, were killed by the right wing Lebanese Militia working with the Israeli Military, which took the lives of 2,000 - 3,500 people in 2 days. Raped, tortured, murdered. Many Palestinians know the history of the massacre and bringing up the names of Sabra & Shatila is a constant reminder of the deaths that occurred, the war crime that was committed, and that 42 years later not one person involved in the massacre was held accountable.

The Sabra and Shatila massacre is remembered as one of the most traumatic events in Palestinian history and its memory is commemorated annually by Palestinians in Lebanon and in Palestine.

Marvel promoting a character like Sabra who's very creation ties into the Pro-Zionist Israel a statement that Marvel is promoting a Pro-Israel message. No matter what changes occur to the character in the movie, already her very creation, her very name is linked to the deaths and torture of thousands of Palestinians. It does not matter that she was created 2 years before the Sabra & Shatila massacre, her name is still connected to the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians from the 1948 Nakba and the creation of Israel.

For anyone who says "Well Marvel couldn't change her name just because of Political Controversy" let me remind you that when the American Black Panther Party gained popularity Marvel changed The Black Panther's name temporarily to the Black Leopard because they didn't want to associate the character with the American Black Panther Party.

Now that you have an understanding of why Palestinians are rightfully boycotting an Israeli Propaganda character let me return to the the comics.

Back to The Incredible Hulk (1968) #256; this comic is one of the most Anti-Palestinian, "Arab Terrorist Propaganda" comics I have ever read so I will briefly outline the plot: The Hulk meets a poor Palestinian boy who was stealing a watermelon (The watermelon is the symbol of resistance for Palestinians) and Bruce spends time with the boy, Sahad, however Sahad is killed by a bomb. Hulk is enraged and fights the Arabs, Sabra intervenes and thinks Hulk is in league with the Arabs and attacks him.

Hulk takes Sahad's body away and Sabra thinking Hulk was fighting with the Arab Terrorists goes after him in order to protect Israel. However she finds that Hulk wasn't the monster she thought he was. Hulk's angry speech about the Israel-Palestine conflict leaves Sabra shaken and for the very first time she sees a Dead Palestinian Arab Child as human.

"For an instant, Sabra prepares to give chase. She is, after all, an Israeli Super-Agent... A Soldier... A Weapon of War. But she is also a woman, capable of feeling, capable of caring. It has taken The Hulk to make her see this Dead Arab Boy as a Human Being. It has taken a monster to awaken her own sense of humanity.

Reminder this is her FIRST FULL COMIC, this is her ORIGIN, and you would think that perhaps she is more sympathetic to the plight of the Palestinians after this but she isn't. Let's continue with the rest of her comic appearances.

Marvel Super Hero Contest of Champions (1982) #1-3

Sabra is included in the contest of champions where superheroes must team up to battle their foes, she is teamed up with Iron Man, and The Arabian Knight (1st incarnation: A Saudi Bedouin with mystic artifacts/powers). Again, the Anti-Arab racist stereotype of Arab men being misogynistic towards women (misogyny is not a trait of ONLY Arab men, it is something that occurs world wide, however focusing it only on Arab men is racist) as well as the Zionist Propaganda lies that Arabs hate Jews, Arabs vs Jews, Arabs and Jews are enemies because of their religion. Not to mention that this Arabian Knight (Abdul Qamar) is from Saudi Arabia, he has no ties to Israel, so Sabra is judging him because he is Arab and has conflict with him because of their countries, it ties into the stereotype that "All Arabs are the same", Saudi Arabia is not Palestine.

Even after The Arabian Knight saves Sabra, she states her hatred and racism towards Arabs; "I would rather be dead than allied with you!"

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #279 - Sabra once again states it was the Hulk who taught her about Humanity.

Marvel Super-Heroes (1990) #6 - Sabra fights Israeli Anarchists who want to overthrow the Israeli Government and saves the American Ambassador's son, who is deaf. The main villain is a woman who Sabra saved by giving her some of her life energy, and she is upset because she did not want to be saved nor does she want to fight for Israel with the powers Sabra gave her. Sabra takes her life energy back and it kills her.

A constant running theme throughout her comics is that one of Sabra's repeated goals is the protection of Israel even above her own life.

The Incredible Hulk (1968) #386-387 - Sabra thinks the Hulk is in league with people who are trying to kill a boy, and attacks him. Later she thinks Hulk has defeated her and has this speech where she says that Israeli Soldiers are beating their wives out of frustration.

Again, how is that not the fault of the soldiers, why is it even when they are perpetrators of violence it's not their fault because they are frustrated?!

The main plot was that a Jewish man, who survived the German Nazi concentration camps, believed the boy to be the next Hitler which is why he wanted to stop him.

I never downplay the horror of the Holocaust or what Jewish people suffered from Nazis, from Anti-Semitism, throughout their history, but I am mainly focusing on how Sabra's character is in the comics and how that related to Anti-Palestinian, Anti-Arab sentiment.

The New Warriors (1990) #58-59 - Sabra reveals that her six year old son was killed by Arabs, bombed on a school bus, after she urges the New Warriors to kill Batal, a Syrian Super-Agent. Batal then states that it was the PLO (Palestinian Liberation Organization) that killed her son and to stop generalizing all Arabs.

Batal: Well Sabra? There's a Palestinian over there -- aren't you going to push him out of his seat and claim it as your own? Sabra: I don't respond to child-killers

Again, Sabra's racism against Arabs doesn't end at Palestinian Arabs, but extended to Saudi Arabia and now Syrian Arabs. LET ME BE VERY CLEAR THAT SABRA IS BEING RACIST: Batal has 2, TWO, only 2 comic appearances, he is there as security detail like Sabra is, there is nothing about his character that indicates he's anything but a Syrian Superhero, and Sabra still called him a child killer because she thinks all Arabs are child killers. Batal is written with the stereotypical racist Arab Man writing that many Arab characters suffer from, and he does insult Sabra by calling her an "Israeli Pig" after she treated Batal with disrespect, distrust, and suspicion ever since his arrival.

Sabra is then mind controlled into stopping the peace conference and killing everyone who allowed it to happen. She is stopped by the New Warriors.

Sabra's son is never once shown in a flashback, we are only ever told of him and how he died.

X-Men (1991) #67-69, 72-73

Sabra's dead son's name is revealed to be Jacob, she uses her position in Mossad to get secret information for the X-Men.

She later has plans to track down and kill Magneto, but ends up fighting with his clone, Joseph, before being told that wasn't the real Magneto and stopping.

Excalibur (1988) #120-121

Sabra teams up with Excalibur to defend "Israel" from Legion's ghosts. Then she is debriefed of her mission by Mossad.

Uncanny X-Men (1963) #366, 367, 379

Sabra takes Joseph (Magneto's clone) to an Israeli Military bunker where scientists study his DNA and state he is a clone of Magneto. Later Sabra attends Joseph's funeral.

X-Men (1991) #111

Sabra makes a statement about Magneto; Israeli Super-Agent Sabra weighed in on the looming war with her usual candor, "It is clear to me at least that Magneto has become the monster he claims to despise. There are some factions who believe this rumored son of Israel has brought much shame to his countrymen. Factions who believe he should be dealt with once and for all. Okay maybe not factions. But certainly Individuals... like me."

New X-Men (2001) #131-132

Sabra attends a funeral for Darkstar in #131. In #132 Sabra interacts with the mutants, and x-men, and says to Quicksilver (on the apparent death of Magneto), "I'm sorry Quicksilver, but good riddance. Magneto was a master-race lunatic who coherenced the entire Genoshan mutant population into a war with humanity and brought this on himself."

JLA/Avengers (2003) #4

Single panel appearance where Sabra is shown protecting the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. Again she is called an Israeli hero.

Side Note: I don't think there's been a single comic where Sabra has a major presence that has not mentioned at least once that Sabra is an Israeli Super Hero, a Mossad Agent, or an Israeli Super-Agent at least once. It's so noticeable that they always mention it and how big of a role it plays in her character.

Excalibur (2004) #5

Flashback two panel appearance of Sabra on Genosha.

Civil War: X-Men (2006) #1-4

Sabra fights on the side of Tony Stark/Iron Man and battles Archangel, then aids an injured Micro Max.

Civil War (2006) #6

Sabra fights on the side of Tony Stark/Iron Man.

Union Jack (2006) #1-4

The Arabian Knight has changed mantles, the 2nd incarnation is portrayed by a Palestinian Hero, Navid Hashim. I make mention of this because in Union Jack (2006) #1 Navid is called a Saudi, then in Hulk (2008) #45 Navid is called a Afghani, however the Marvel Fandom Wiki stated he was a Palestinian and I wanted to confirm it, which I did in:

Marvel Encyclopedia, New Edition (2019)

In the first issue of Union Jack, right off the bat, Sabra has an issue with The Arabian Knight, and is antagonistic towards him.

Navid is written in Marvel's usual racist writing; the misogynistic Arab man stereotype. Navid tells Sabra she should embrace her role as a mother instead of a hero. Sabra snaps and chokes him while telling Navid that Palestinians killed her son. Note how now it's Palestinians and not, Arabs, and not the PLO? Because by now the PLO is no longer considered a Terrorist group, so Marvel can't blame them and instead shift the blame to all Palestinians for the loss of Sabra's son. Arabs is too general, so of course it's the Palestinians.

To this date Sabra's son, Jacob, has still never appeared in any flashbacks, never seen drawn into a comic with Sabra, no mention of who the boy's father is. Nothing except Sabra's loss and hatred of the Palestinians. Even in her first solo comic series, which I discuss further down, does not mention her son. Using the death of an Israeli child to justify villainizing the entire group of Palestinian people is Zionist Israelis do. It's Anti-Palestinian Propaganda.

Later Navid gets hurt and Sabra checks on him, he tries to apologize;

Arabian Knight: About your son... I only meant. Sabra: Don't. We are allies of the moment. Another day I would have driven the dagger home.

Later Sabra, The Arabian Knight, and others are mind controlled by the villain to attack Union Jack. Union Jack is told that he can distract them by turning them against their "natural enemies" and then Union Jack insults Sabra and uses Sabra's hatred and racism towards Arabs to turn her against The Arabian Knight. Sabra calls Navid a terrorist as she attacks him.

The mind control gets broken, and the team rallies to save the day by the last issue. The final exchange between The Arabian Knight and Sabra shows a tense acknowledgement between them meant to show begrudging respect. This is the nicest Sabra has been to any Arab character since her creation. The bar of "showing respect" is literally on the ground.

Secret Invasion #6

Cameo one panel appearance of Sabra in Israel fighting a Skrull.

Astonishing Tales (2009) #6 - Astonishing Tales: Sabra

Tagline in the comic states: Sabra: Whether as an agent of Mossad, or a superhero, the Israeli mutant Ruth Bat-Seraph has never doubted her decision to put her country above self. Fighting alongside the Avengers, X-Men, and Captain Britain, as the patriotically garbed Sabra. Ruth has proven herself a champion to all nations.

"Sabra in Flight" - is one of the most disgusting pieces of Israeli comic propaganda I have ever read thus far in Sabra's comics. For my first time reading it I was shocked at how easily they projected the narrative of Israel as something noble and worth dying for. This piece of utter trash is the very first time Sabra has her own solo comic story. Let that sink in. This is the first time in 29 years since Sabra's creation 1980 that she has her own solo comic story. Sabra's total presence in the comics is 42 years.

The only things we know of her character is that her name is Ruth Bat-Seraph, she was born and raised in a special Israeli Kibbutz (Israeli settlement), that she manifested mutant powers that include; flight, energy quills, poisoned quills, super strength, and life energy transference. Sabra had a six year old son named Jacob who died in a bombing. She has always stated or maintained her solidarity and defense of Israel even above her own life. She is racist to any Arab, especially Palestinian Arabs.

It also important to note her costume changes over the years, her Star of David has diminished greatly from being on different parts of her uniform to just barely being a necklace/neck accessory. Her roles as Israeli Hero is greater than that of her being a Jewish Hero.

This comic introduces us to Ruth at a Israeli social function in Jerusalem, where is with her mother. Her mother tells her not to spill anything on her Sabra uniform, and mentions how people want to talk to her, Their Greatest Soldier. Again the emphasis on her being an Israeli Soldier and a Mossad Agent is hammered home in the first page of this comic.

Mother: "Your dad would be so proud of you, Ruth. To see his daughter in uniform protecting the Nation." Ruth: "I just hate being put on display at these receptions. I am a Mossad Agent after all."

Then the next bit of news we learn is that Sabra has a brother. So now we know she has a mother and brother who is living, and her father is deceased. Next a old friend of Ruth's arrives with her teenage daughter, Yael, in tow, she introduces Sabra to her daughter and leaves them to talk. Sabra then mentions to Yael that she must be getting close to her mandatory military service soon. Yael mentions she is nervous because her friend was in the military and was paralyzed in Gaza.

Sabra then spends the next part of the comic reassuring Yael that it's ok to be nervous and that she was nervous too sometimes and mentions a story where she faced Hydra, and that when Yael goes into the Israeli military (IDF: Israeli Defense Force) she will learn a lot.

Sabra: "You'll learn a lot when you enter the Military. But the biggest thing you'll discover is that you have two families; your military family, and your personal family. Both will always be there for you, and perhaps even sacrifice themselves for you. A hard truth I learned the day my dad died rescuing me."

Yael mentions how her father was killed by surface to air missiles, and then goes on to say she was accepted into the air force flight academy and she always wanted to fly but that she was nervous. She mentions she might go into Military Intelligence. Sabra says that is good too but Yael then says she feels she was always meant to fly. So to convince Yael go into air force and alleviate her fears Sabra then takes her in her arms to fly her over Jerusalem and tells her that this land is what their dads died for. And she is convinced that Yael will make the right choice.

Side Note: Excuse me while I throw up, this entire comic made me feel so disgusted. I always try to write and speak about comics as professionally as I can but fuck this comic. Fuck this Pro Israel Propaganda. Fuck Sabra. Fuck this Pro-IDF comic. Fuck making an entire comic about reassuring a young teenage Israeli girl to go and join the IDF to fight in Gaza, to kill Palestinians. THIS. This is why Sabra will NEVER be able to be divorced from her origins, her character, as a Pro-Israeli Super Agent. No matter what Marvel tries to put into the movie this is who the character is at her very core.

Over 12,000 children have DIED since October 7th. Israel is committing genocide against the Palestinian people, but Marvel and the MCU, and Disney think it's ok to have a Israeli Superhero in a Captain America movie? Boycott. Scream out online to them. Tell them we do not want their Israeli Propaganda. Sabra should never ever be used for any platform, movies, shows, animation, comics, ever again. Over 30,000 Palestinians have been slaughtered by Israel in the last few months alone. Never forget.

I'm shaking with rage as I write about this comic but we move on. There's still some comics left to discuss. However in my firm opinion this character is indefensible, she literally is an Israeli Propaganda character. She is propaganda for the IDF.

History of the Marvel Universe (2012)

Cameo Appearance.

Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #685, Amazing Spider-Man: Ends of the Earth (2012) #1

Sabra teams up with Spider-Man and other heroes, she is introduced as a Israeli based mutant, she fights spider robots in Jerusalem.

X-Men (2010) #31, 34-37

In Paris, Sabra greets Storm and later she helps the X-Men using her influence as a Mossad Agent.

X-Men (2013) #9, 11, 16 + X-Men Legacy (2012) #23

Sabra aids the X-Men.

Captain America: Steve Rogers (2016) #18

One page Cameo, Sabra appears to have completed a mission and gathered files.

Avengers (2018) #11

Sabra and the Arabian Knight are at a meeting called by The Black Panther. T'Challa wants everyone to work together, they are currently discussing an issue with Namor the Sub-Mariner, King of Atlantis. Ursa Major makes fun of the situation; "Haaaa, look at Sabra and the Arabian Knight! Even the Jew and the Muslim are agreeing! How touching!

Zionist propaganda of making it seem as if the conflict between Israel and Palestine is a religious conflict between an Arab and a Jew. Making of a Jewish and Muslim character getting alone because they should be fighting is racist, Islamophobic, and anti-sematic. The conflict between Israel and Palestine is NOT a religious conflict, Israel has been occupying and murdering Palestinians for 75 years. It is a conflict between Israel being a colonizer and Palestine being colonized. Israel is committing a genocide as I create this post.

At the end of all her appearances spanning 42 years Sabra has not once changed from her palestinian, arab hating, israeli zionist roots. All we get is her trading a few words back and forth with Arabian Knight and acting like an adult at a table full of kids. There isn't even respect between them. That is all the appearances of Sabra.

Why is important to boycott Sabra? In addition to the character being Pro-Israel, Pro-IDF Propaganda, giving a large platform like the one an MCU movie provides will give the actress a larger platform.

Israeli Actress, Gal Gadot, who is Pro-Israel, Pro-Zionism, Pro-IDF, and was a former IDF soldier, was cast in a high profile role of Wonder Woman, she used her platform, power, and access to thousands of fans to further messages of Zionism and even promoted a Pro-Israel propaganda film to be aired in Hollywood. The film was used to further the Zionist agenda of continuing their genocide against the Palestinians in Gaza. Bearing Witness (2023) is a Israel IDF propaganda film that Gal Gadot endorsed as Israel continued their genocide of the Palestinians in the Gaza Strip.

Wonder Woman isn't even Israeli, however the actress used her ties to the character to promote Israel. In Wonder Woman: 1984 there is a very racist, Anti-Arab, Anti-Palestinian message including a scene where Wonder Woman, played by Gadot, saves 4 Arab boys from a missile. Article Link

Why is that scene so controversial? Because Israel murdered four young boys who were playing on a beach in Gaza back in 2014 by a drone missile strike. Article Link

Gal Gadot and now Shira Haas having roles in movies with as much exposure as DC and Marvel movies promotes Israel, and Zionism. Pro Zionist groups have already voiced their approval of Shira Haas playing Sabra.

I will boycott any piece of media that features Sabra, the Israeli Propaganda Super Agent.

Use the Captain America tags to Boycott Sabra.

If you have read this far then please support Palestine. Support Palestinians and fight against Zionism. Comics were created by Jewish Creators, do not let Zionists try to erase their contribution or use comics to promote Zionism. Comics are never created in a vacuum, they are the pulse of current pop culture, of current news. Comics are Political and always have been. Marvel choosing to keep Sabra in the MCU sends a clear message of support for Zionism & Israel.

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[autismsupermusicalassassin]

as much as I love Oscar Isaac’moon knight portrayal 💗🌙💗🌙 10000% do and the x readers ship thing, but there’s are never comic!Moonknight x reader fan fiction anywhere. Why is that?

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moon boys #moonknight #moon knight comics #moonknight x reader

[crystalaris]

This was massively inspired by @novanitee

I have to say I loved a lot of your Yandere Moonknight stories and couldn’t help but wonder how a Yandere would react to someone who doesn’t want to leave and one who’s happy to stay. So if I’m being honest this was more for me, but I loved how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved your stories

Leaving Isn't an Option

Yandere Moonknight x OC

It's not so bad, being stuck here.

And 'stuck' is the right word.

I'm not really trapped, per say, just... encouraged to stay put.

Which is easy, it's not like I did anything else before. Go to work, pay the bills, cook, repeat.

Life was monotonous and very, very lonely.

I'm not sure when, where or even how I ended up in the world of Moon Knight. Or even the Marvel Universe. I didn't really get out much, didn't really have a reason to.

Just a boring and lonely existence.

Maybe it was wishing something would happen.

Maybe it was staring at the moon and quoting, "Second Star to the right and Straight on till Morning." Never really knowing if the star was my right or the moon's right because it's never been specified.

But something happened.

Something shifted.

I was no longer there, but here.

Which I understand makes absolutely no sense, but it happened without my knowledge and my days went on like normal.

I've never watched the news, it always felt misleading.

Never bothered with facebook, FarmVille had long since become boarding and redundant. Who waits 4 hours of real life time for one patch of strawberries to grow?

I wasnt going to spend five dollars on speed enhancers.

Never really called my parents, they finally got the kids out of their house? Why would they want to see me?

I've only ever talked to my fellow fan fiction writers and readers on Discord, but we all were focused on our mutual love for Undertale. So not really friend friends, but also not not friends.

Weird, believe me I know.

So absolutely no real reason to leave except for food and the extremely rare occasion for eating out.

I had no real reason to even suspect being on someone's radar.

I had never been and forever assumed I would never be.

Friends and acquaintances? Easy.

Family? Yeah, well you either have them or you don't.

Lovers? What's that? Can you eat it? ...Ew, on second thought don't answer that. Please.

So really, my life wasn't't anything special.

Or shouldn't have been anything special.

My life changed when I had decided I didn't want to cook that day. So I went to a Burger King next to a Starbucks. Simple.

Fill up on the fries and drink, have a burger for breakfast, all for a debatable price of 10 dollars.

Again nothing special.

A sit-down would be expensive and would remind me just how alone I was.

I guess I was pretty predictable, always going to the same places to eat or shop, but I never really noticed.

Never really cared.

Not until he, well I should really say 'they' , pointed it out. And they never pointed it out until they made sure I could never leave, which again I don't really mind.

I met them, him when I walked out the door accidentally spilling iced coke all over the poor guy.

Apologizing profusely, I had offered to buy him lunch as an apology, its not like I could buy the guy a new shirt.

I'm somewhat surprised I didn't recognize him to begin with, sure he looked familiar and his name was Steven, but what really should have sold it was the fact that Steven with a 'V' was Vegan.

Though I was more surprised that Burger King had vegan options, the impossible burger? Really?

I guess its in the name. Still, shocking, both the burger and my own stupidity.

But I liked him.

He was nice, well muscled, dark hair (that was my weakness, those cheating bastards) and polite.

Honestly, what wasn't there to love? We talked. A lot.

I was pretty thrilled when he shyly asked for my number. I thought 'Why not? It'd be nice to have a friend again.' And we traded phones, I never noticed him activate the tracking part of the phone.

I probably shouldn't have been so lazy and trusting (Jake has lectured me a lot on that, really that sweet worry wart) handing Steven my phone, in my defense I've never had to worry about that.

Steven once told me he finally understood why Marc and Jake had wanted to protect his innocence once they had met me.

Others probably would have been offended, me? I was honored and kissed him.

It was... nice, having someone to talk to, someone to text.

Someone I could just be me.

Steven would send these really cute or funny history bits, mostly Egyptian, sometimes complaining that gods can be annoyingly demanding.

Again, I should have noticed, but really would you notice? Or even care too? We all complain about god.

Looking back, I feel like my past self was one of those side characters on Doctor Who that never noticed aliens or the blue police box.

To be fair, its easier to notice things when they don't happen to you. Still makes me feel stupid though.

I never really found it odd that we kept meeting up when ever I was out shopping, passing it off as coincidence time and time again.

Sure there were times I felt someone watching, but every time there was no one following me.

Sure there was a feeling or two that made me glance over my shoulder a few times just to check, but then Steven would show up and it would stop.

Which was extremely relieving, having Steven by my side. After a while it turned stressful without Steven there to shop with. I tried not to, but calling him and asking if he'd like to shop together made the day that much better, that much less lonely.

It was on one such day, after feeling a piercing stare and finding nothing, that I ended up laying my head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.

Of course I removed it with a shit load of apologies. But to my utter amazement, after he got over his shock, he just smiled and gently placed my head back on his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" I asked, again still a bit worried.

His smile was so gentle, so sweet, so warm, "Of course, luv." And placed his arm around my shoulder. Heaven could never have such forbidden fruit.

I, gladly, soaked up as much as I could.

Steven could be the nectar of the gods with his sweetness, he laughed quite happily when I told him that once, well it was a mumble, but still... true.

We didn't just shop together, I rather enjoyed inviting him over so he could teach me some vegan recipes.

Being with Steven made life, easier.

It was easier to breathe, to enjoy breathing again. I wasn't just moving through the motions of life, I was Living again.

I could actually look forward to tomorrow.

And when tomorrow came, Steven asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was flummoxed.

Me? Steven wanted me?

I didn't know it but Jake was rather close to fronting and yelling at me for daring to hurt sweet Steven, when I hadn't answered soon enough.

Tears had slowly fallen from my eyes and Steven nearly went into a panic seemingly about to apologize when I softly asked, "Me? Are you sure?"

It was the first time anyone had ever asked. Had ever looked at me.

His smile could have melted gold, easily shattering my shields, ones I never knew had surrounding my heart.

It burned, but somehow in a good way, still it was too much and I looked away.

He had to cup my cheeks in his hands, getting me to look at him. His thumb wiping away a stray tear, "I would love that, luv. Would you be willing to be mine?"

Choking back a sob, "No one... no one ever... ever... no one's ever wanted me."

I couldn't help leaning into his gentle touch, missing the frown that formed, but he quickly wiped it away from their face, "Not like that anyway. I've...I've had a few crushes, but nothing ever..."

I couldn't help looking into his eyes, practically begging for this to not be a dream, searching for even a hint of a lie.

I searched his face, soft and gentle, "Are...are you sure you want me?"

"Oh, baby girl of course we want you."

I wailed clutching him tighter as he leaned me on to his shoulder, as he shushed me rocking me back and forth, " I've got you, baby girl. Shhhh. We've got you. Shhh" years of pain, anguish, want flowed into those tears. "Let it out, mi amor. Let it all go."

I didn't leave his arms that night, or even that weekend. We refused to let go of each other. Sometimes the grips were tighter, or stronger but all it felt like was safety and home. I didn't want them to let go.

I was wanted.

I was happy for the first time in forever.

It nearly tore me apart watching them walk away, but I did have work in the morning.

Work had never been such a drag until then.

It physically hurt to be away from Steven, so I did the one thing I could think of. I went to the hardware store after work.

As much as it hurt not to ask Steven to come I wanted it to be a surprise, but like always I felt those eyes boring into me. It made me want to call Steven, but... but picturing his, hopefully, happy face? I could deal with the discomfort.

The feeling didn't stop, at least I think it didn't, I'm not sure when it did but the older clerk behind the counter had smiled when she saw my fidgeting, "Ah, someone special?"

I could only blush violently and nod my head nervously. Her smile widened, "What a lucky man." She reached behind the counter, and started running the machine.

"Well, ...he's my, my first... so..." my nerves were eating me alive, but it'd be worth it.

"Really?" She looked surprised as the lady looked me up and down, "When I'm glad. You seem like a sweet young lady." The clerk chittered on.

It was nearly ten minutes of constant chattering as the clerk milked me for information.

I didn't really want to brag, didn't want to jinx it, but it felt good to share.

It felt good to smile.

The clerk watched on with a warm smile of encouragement as I called my boyfriend, biting my bottom lip as she handed it over and I placed the small box into my pocket.

-click-

" 'Ello?"

Swallowing nervously, "Steven?'

"Luv?" He sounded a bit worried.

"Yeah, ah hi. I was wondering..." I couldn't stop tapping my fingers on my leg just to use some of my extra energy. Steven, sweet, sweet Steven just patiently hummed, "if you wouldn't mind coming over? Please."

Not even noticing the man walking away on the phone two isles down.

"Sure I wouldn't mind luv."

"Great" I squeaked before quickly repeating it in a more normal voice, " See you in a few"

"See you in a few, luv."

-click-

Letting out a large breath, I turned and thanked the clerk as I handed over the money with a smile on my face, "Thank you."

"No thank you for making this old lady's day. I wish you luck."

I couldn't hold back my chuckle, "And I wish you a good week of good customers."

That made her laugh as she handed me change, "Ah, I see, another fellow retailer?"

"Yeah, first few years of college were horrible."

"Say no more." She said with a smile on her face.

I returned it, "Again, thank you."

"It's no trouble, now go on, shoo!" She waved her hands, "you've got a boy to gift. Shoo!"

I laughed on my way out, feeling happy and hopeful.

A great day indeed.

It turned into an even better day when Steven opened the box to reveal my new extra house key.

I didn't see the kiss coming, "It's absolutely beautiful, baby girl."

Completely shocked, missing how his accent had dropped as I touched my lips a deep blush forming. "What? Baby girl, what is it?"

Looking up, I blushed deeper catching a glance of his lips before staring into those deep eyes, they were the same, yet they somehow held more.

"That- that was my first..." I squeaked.

"Oh, oh!" I never noticed as he held me closer, leading me into a hug as Steven glared daggers at the reflection.

(Jake was so proud, both at Marc's kiss and Stevens glare. His boys were growing a backbone!).

"I'm so sorry, luv!"

I couldn't help hugging him back, squeezing a bit before asking, "Could, could we... again?"

This made him smile as he leaned back and looked into my eyes with his warm, ice melting ones, "Sure."

The second one was warm and comforting, the third became ruff and deep and I couldn't help loving all of them, I felt wanted, I felt loved again.

This man was slowly becoming my entire world.

And everyday he would come over after work.

Everyday he would kiss me at least three times, each with there own flare, each with their own intensity and still I greedily accepted each and every one.

— — —

They, well Steven had been dating her for months, with Jake and Marc coming out on occasion. She never seemed to notice or if she did she brushed it off.

They loved her, they really did, but sometimes he wished she would notice. Wish she'd ask questions, it'd make it much easier to come clean.

Though Marc seemed to enjoy the lack of in his words, 'unnecessary' questions. Jake bemoaned the fact that she was so oblivious.

This may have started with an order from Khonshu, but it had become an obsession over time.

Layla was a strong woman and Marc had loved her in his own way. Marc's ex was strong alone, could easily, has easily fought confidently, side by side with Marc and Steven, but she and Jake clashed, each just as bull headed as the other, making a relationship a bit difficult with the three.

Plus Jake wasn't happy when Layla had smacked Marc across the face.

Marc had defended her saying he deserved it since he left, but Jake refused to let Layla be alone with Marc or Steven.

Deserved or not, if she did it once she would do it again and Jake refused to leave his boys defenseless.

He knew Marc and Steven wouldn't fight against Layla, Jake however...

So the three were just friends, while Jake only tolerates Layla for his boy's happiness. Sure they were sad at the end of the relationship, but Jake knew they deserved better. It's why he stayed as Khonshu's Avatar (and boy was that a shit show when he had dropped the beans, they forgave him and moved on. He really does love them.)

So when an order came to watch someone who doesn't belong in this world, all three went, each curious in their own way.

They would admit the woman was... ... ...boring?

Normal?

Well, she didn't seem like she was any different, but hey Harrow fell off the deep end why can't she?

So they watched and watched, it was an order, an easy order but an order none the less until Khonshu deemed her to be just another pathetic worm that no longer needed their attention.

They... didn't really stop.

They had noticed her schedule, had memorized it to the point they ended up following it subconsciously.

If anyone was to blame it was entirely the god's fault.

Steven thought she was sweet.

Marc noticed how lonely she felt.

Jake saw.

Saw how she was withering away, how she practically begged for protection.

Jake really liked how she seemed to sense them, liked how she trusted her instincts, weak as they were she still had them.

She was a walking contradiction in some ways.

She kept her head down and avoided people, avoided being seen, but they saw her.

They watched her.

They noticed how she seemed to hide and it flared all of their protective instincts.

Originally it was a way to pass time.

They didn't really need to work for money anymore, they had plenty and Khonshu had them take certain jobs, and if Jake could get some money out of it, then all the better.

Steven never really liked the 'blood' money, but Jake and Marc refuse to let Steven get stuck in retail or with another piece of trash boss again.

(Donna is still lucky to be alive, the two are still waiting for the perfect time. Its not murder if something just 'happens' right?)

But Steven didn't mind watching her, so they compromised.

Watching her for the day, and working with Khonshu at night (they slept when she went to work, no biggie).

At first it wasn't hard to leave for Khonshu's 'trips', but it became harder as time passed on.

Soon returning ended up as their priority and Khonshu could careless so long as the job was done.

Since Marc and Steven wanted the job done just as much to get back, Khonshu didn't really have any complaints, "Apparently even a worm has its uses."

He was dutifully ignored.

They wanted to get to know her, to be apart of her life.

And if she broke their heart? Well, Jake would take care of it.

All three had found something in her that they enjoyed.

For Steven, she was sweet (Hah! Told you guys so!) and so welcoming. She enjoyed listening to him and both genuinely enjoyed the documentaries that Marc and Jake became bored to death with. Even making a game of it at one point when she started explaining why one documentary was wrong, elaborating each point and encouraged him to do the same.

Marc, well Marc loved all the cuddles and how she showed that she cared (for Steven) making food and learning recipies together, always finding a way to touch. And just leaning on them in general.

It helped that she never pried or asked for more information. If she did and he said 'no' she dropped it unlike Layla, and would always remind him she was there if he wanted.

It was refreshing if Marc was being honest.

Jake rather enjoyed how she depended on him (them). She would tense up when they watched her from afar, like he said she had instincts.

He really liked when she started calling them every time she even felt remotely scared. Jake loved how she would lean on them for comfort and melt into their embrace after that first time.

It felt good to be needed in subtle ways.

She would ask for their opinions, but would also ask why instead of just obeying. He liked the little arguments, they were fun and unlike with Layla she didn't get violent when angry, just puffed out her tiny little cheeks, ardilla listada (chipmunk) he had called her and she responded with Qué?

"¿Asi que hablas espanol?"

"en inglés por favor"

He barked out a laugh and he loved the way her eyes sparked as she nailed the accent, all three were rather impressed.

"No."

"Sí"

"No"

"Sí!"

Jake, over all, enjoyed her spunk.

He did however nearly lose it when Steven asked her to be their girlfriend and she didn't respond, she nearly broke their hearts, but then it broke for another reason entirely.

She cried because nobody had wanted her.

And, well, that just sealed the deal, she wouldn't leave them, ever.

They'd never allow it.

If only they could get her home, right now.

...but even a starving predator is patient. So they settle for just holding her tightly in their arms, each taking their own turn, but refusing to let go.

Leaving was one of the hardest and yet the most satisfying things they have ever felt.

And Damn, it hurt to leave, but the way she refused to let them out of her sight, the way they could feel her eyes on them?

They had never walked so slow before, never looked back to her window so much. It was amazing to know she didn't want them to leave as much as they didn't want to leave.

So imagine their rage when she was late returning home from work.

Oh, they wouldn't have been worried (they were) since they followed her phone to the hardware store.

If she was mugged it'd be the last thing the asshole would ever know.

When it turned out she was the one to make a side trip, Oh they were pissed.

They loved her, but she should have, no needed to be home with them, she shouldn't have left! Job or no.

Jake wondered if it was too soon to dish out a bit of punishment. They really didn't like how the lady looked at their girl.

Jake did, however, settle a bit when he saw how she looked around and fingered her phone, the other two noticed as well and calmed down, just a bit.

It helped to know she was still thinking of them, still she needed to be at home.

They chose an isle that was close enough to hear them, but still had the perfect view of their girl. Tense shoulders relaxed as their discussion went on.

So imagine their surprise when they answered the call. When Steven met them and was handed a personal gift.

She was definitely forgiven.

And in a way, it allowed each of them to come out. To show themselves to her.

She eagerly accepted their affection and they couldn't be more thrilled.

She was their innocent bean.

———

An: how she came here and how it ends I leave that up to you. Personally I’m a sucker for happy endings

#fan fiction #jake lockely x oc #jake lockely x reader #khonshu #marc spector #marc spector x oc #marc spector x reader #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #yandere #fluff #jake lockely fluff #marc spector fluff #Steven grant fluff #fluffy Yandere #it’s not sad #oneshot #transmuted

[terracottaheart26]

Here’s Chapter 1 of Ya Amar!

Pairings : Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockely x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff (angst and smut in later chapters)

Summary : About 6 years ago, Marc Spector had a small whirlwind romance fling with a young woman after leaving home, though he fears attachment and leaves her behind. When he finally meets her again after 6 years, along with a few surprises, could he bear to face her and reveal his truth?

A/N : Hello! I wanted to say hi to the fandom and just introduce myself, I’ve been writing fan fiction for as long as I can remember, but I was a little shy to do so in this case despite me being a huge Moonknight fan, so finally I jumped the gun and decided to try and write something I’ve been thinking about for the last year, and even have done drawings for, thanks so much for giving it a read and if you like it I’ll try and write more!

Hushed whisper, stolen kisses. A gasp of her breath. Rough hands grasping smooth skin, a giggle echoing off the thin walls. He could feel her soft skin under his hands, the warmth radiating off of her. Her sweet sounds melodic to his ears as he handled her.

“Marc” she whimpers to him, hands grasping his shirt while his own wander down her stomach, sucking a bruise onto her neck. Oh how he enjoyed that sound, nipping her skin and hearing another gasp escape from her throat. Rough hands pulling off her sleep shirt with ease.

“Bed” she pleads, her own hands tugging his shirt and wanting to pull it off of him. Her eyes pleading and watery from the attention, lips bruised from his own, she was flushed. He wasted no chance and hoisted her up into his arms. Finding a bed and shutting the door behind him.

He unbuttons her jeans, pulling them off her as she’s thrown onto the bed. Her mischievous smile when he crawls on top of her, blue eyes gazing at him as he finally………

6 years later……..

Marc awakes from his sweat stricken sheets, threading his fingers through his hair. He sits up with short gasps, feeling his heart race. Silently cursing to himself. He hadn’t thought of that, thought of her, in years. He just hoped no one else had been awake-

“What was that mate?” Steven asks in disbelief. A little flushed from what he assumed was a dream, though it seemed way too real to have been just that. He’d been resting himself when those images and sounds flashed thought out the headspace. A little red from it too.

“Who was that?” chuckles Jake, with a smirk in the mirrored image from the fish tank. He knew a good time when he saw one, and it gave him another chance to mess with the main alter over this sort of thing. He remembered Marc having a past before khonshu and everything but he didn’t know he’d go and do a thing like that.

Marc waves them off, trying to get his normal heart rate back, calm down the raging hard on from that memory. That one summer. It was long ago, it was hot, he’d been alone with ‘her’, crouching down even more at the memory of her. Before Khonshu, before his alters ever revealed themselves, before Layla.

Dark hair, olive colored skin, and her eyes. Oh how they bore into his soul the moment he found her. He sighed, getting up from the bed to pour some cold water on his face. Both alters bickering back and forth a bit to try and get an answer out of him. And he wouldn’t budge no matter how much it was eating at him.

“It was years ago, it wasn’t long, just……” “But…..bollocks…….that didn’t look like just a one time thing “ Steven interrupts with wide eyes, though Jake couldn’t say the same.

“Hermano, looks like you were having fun”

Marc flushed a bit at that comment. Knowing the the smile that would be on Jakes face from that comment. But honestly, they didn’t know the half of it. Or the entirety of it. It wasn’t a one night fling, the whole affair lasted a month at most. He’d been lost, wandering a good amount of time after he’d left home, and he was stuck. Unable to find his way out of the northeast. He’d met her then on a stormy night, unable to find shelter so late at night.

She’d offered him a room at the boarding home her grandparents ran. Pure luck she had room for him. She was patient and understanding, touching him when needed to help him around the large home. He’d smiled a little more in her presence, enjoying her cooking, and she’d dragged him outside to enjoy the fresh or and the garden her family he grown. They were alone however, grandparents off to a long vacation, tensions rising,no one else in sight, and a late night in the kitchen led to…..well…..

Of course it’d led to a month of flirting, hidden kisses in the dark. Her showering him with affection and he shyly receiving it. It wasn’t bad however, it felt, nice. Nice to be wanted. He couldn’t help the smile always growing after her own. After everything, the last few weeks,he watched her sleep one night, content from what had happened hours before, but he’d felt an ache in his chest. Was he allowed this? Was he allowed to find her and be happy?

His mothers voice, angry in the headspace, it made him shrink. Marc hated this, but he’d left that night, not leaving a word, a note or even a number, just his name. The next day it would be just a memory.He didn’t look back, became a mercenary, made a promise with a god close to death, even got married and divorced, and now here he was, memories of the past flooding him.

“Listen, doesn’t matter, I’m not going back, and it’s been a long time, bet she doesn’t even remember me” Or at least he’s fooling himself thinking it’d be best that she forget him altogether. He shrugs off his frustrations, using a towel for his face and throwing it aside before heading straight back to bed. He laid his head back on the pillow and hearing a soft-

“She was pretty though wasn’t she, mate?”

With a heavy sigh, closing his eyes, Marc could only answer back.

“Gorgeous”

*********************************************

Steven had woken up with the body the next day, heading out of the apartment to do some grocery shopping. He’d woken up that morning after what happened last night, a flush to his cheeks, and decided to just forget asking Marc to grab some food. Yet found there was really nothing to eat. It was difficult however with everyone’s different tastes. He groaned with the constant back and forth among the other two alters when deciding what would be best for dinner tonight, but kept quiet and did his best by buying whatever was requested.

Arms filled with bags, he’d gotten a hold of the smaller one but it managed to slip through his fingers. Unable to see where it had gone, he turned with a small wince hearing the glass bottle break in the bag itself and hoping there wasn’t much of a mess. Praying it wasn’t the soy sauce for tonight’s dinner.

“Oh my god! Need any help?”

His ears perked up, that voice sounded familiar. The bickering in his head finally stopped. Marc was silent, Jake began asking questions. He peered from behind the bags to spot a younger woman crouched down, carefully grasping the bag and what was left of its contents, eventually getting up to eye level. Olive skin, dark raven hair, and her eyes……

They recognized those eyes. From Marc’s memories. Here she was, standing before them. Marc’s breath caught in his throat, praying for Steven to leave, or say something! But he was frozen on the spot. What could he say? What can he say in this situation?

“Here you go, hope nothing else is ruined…..” her voice drifted off, her eyes widening. “Marc?”

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[spacecowboyhotch]

Proper Date

summary: steven gains some knowledge about how he and reader met…and some about himself.

pairing: gn!reader x steven grant, implied gn!reader x marc spector

contents: reader and steven’s first kiss, internalized self-doubt (steven), discussion of DID, fluff

an: hi, hello, this is my first moonknight fic so please be gentle! steven and marc’s interactions are based in how they’re portrayed in the show. steven is standard text and marc is italicized. gif credits are @userpoe.

word count: 1.2k

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Steven doesn’t remember how he met you, but he remembers every moment he has with you after that as if his life depends on it. You’re his best friend, though he’s not sure why you put up with his confusion and disorganization. Every time he wonders he hears that voice, the one he’s come accustomed to, the one that’s almost become a comfort.

A companion in itself.

It’s always bothered Steven, the fact that he can’t remember the moment he met someone like you. It bothers him, even more, when he finally misses another moment. He wakes up in bed with you by his side, arms and legs tangled together. You’re in a pair of his sleep shorts and a t-shirt, your hair fanned out on the pillow.

He doesn’t want to disturb you but he’s in shock, and before he can think better of it, he’s rolling out of bed and running to the bathroom. His rushed movements wake you up and you call after him just as he slams the door shut.

He hears the bed creak as you rise out of bed– his bed– before he hears your voice, “Steven?”

“I’m just usin’ the loo,” He reassures you, before turning to the mirror.

Sometimes the voice he hears comes with a face. It's his face, but more stern and worn. The eyes of the face that stare back at him are always guarded, but this time they’re softer around the rims.

It’s okay, Steven. They’re okay. We can trust them.

Steven leans into the mirror, “You know them?”

How do you think you met them?

“Steven? Come out, please. We can talk, and get everything cleared up. It’s okay,” You say gently through the door.

Steven glances back at the door before looking back at his reflection, at his other self. The man staring back at him nods reassuringly. When he steps out of the bathroom you're sitting on the edge of his bed, a soft smile on your face as he pads toward you.

You let him get comfortable beside you before you speak, “Did you talk to him?”

Steven’s eyes widen though he realizes that the voice has already made it clear that you know each other, “Yes, but maybe you could catch me up? Who’s he?”

“His name’s Marc. I met him first.”

“And he’s…” He trails off, not sure of what fills in this bizarre blank.

You squint, something he’s noticed you do when you're deep in thought, “He’s you but not. He’s part of you and his own person at the same time. Does that make sense?”

“I’m not sure that it does.”

“We’ve never talked about it but you’ve always been confused about how we met right?” You take his hands into yours.

He frowns at being so easy to read but nods slowly, “Yeah, I have.”

“That’s because I knew Marc for months before you showed yourself.”

“Months?”

“I know this is a lot, but he told me everything. He told me about you. And then one day you just appeared, and you’re wonderful, Steven. Truly wonderful.”

“That’s all well and good, quite happy for the both of you, but what does any of this mean for me? For my life? For our friendship?” He asks defensively, pulling one of his hands away.

“I think that the first two questions are a conversation for you and Marc to have together. But as far as our friendship…” You break eye contact for the first time since the conversation has started, “that’s up to you. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

Steven’s eyes narrow at your choice of words. He needs to confirm his suspicions, “What is Marc to you?”

“We’re…together.”

He leans away angrily, removing his other hand from your grasp, “And so you just put up with me, waiting for him to come around?”

“No, it’s not like that, it never has been since I met you. I like you, Steven, just as much as I like Marc. You both mean so much to me.”

“I’m not quite sure I’m following.”

“What I mean is if you wanted to be with me…the way Marc is with me, I’d be happy with that. I’d prefer it actually, to have both of you,” You rest your hand on his cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip.

Steven looks at you in utter disbelief, his cheeks staining a soft pink at your affectionate touch, “Y-you want to be? With me?”

Say yes.

You can’t help the chuckle that slips out of you, “Is that so hard to believe?”

He shrugs, raising his eyebrows, “Well, yeah, love, it is.”

“Believe it anyway,” You urge, scooting closer to him on the bed.

Say yes, idiot.

You see Steven roll his eyes and can only imagine that Marc’s just said something to him. He mumbles something under his breath before focusing his attention back on you, “You’re sure?”

Steven, just say yes already.

“I’m sure.”

“But what if,” He’s cut off by this strong surge of energy in his chest. It feels as if he’s not in control for a few seconds and then his lips are on yours, moving in a way that feels foreign and familiar all at once. Once in control again he freezes, but then your hands are knotting into the base of his curls and pulling him closer. All he can do is melt against you, kissing you back just as desperately as you kiss him.

Steven’s hands fall to your waist, gripping you gently before the two of you fall back into the bed. He can’t believe he gets to touch you like this, or that he even gets to kiss you at all. You're so soft, you smell intoxicating, and he imagines that he could kiss you like this for the rest of his life if he didn't have to share you. To his surprise, your tongue slips into his mouth, eager to explore as you kiss him deeply. He matches your energy, just as hungry for more.

You only break the kiss once your lungs are screaming for air, “Seems like you got some help there so I’ll ask, is that a yes? Independent of your control freak of an other half?” You smirk, knowing that’ll get under Marc’s skin and Steven hears the voice let out a slew of expletives.

He can’t help the smile that breaks across his face, not when you're smiling so brightly, “It's a yes, but he doesn't seem too happy about your joke.”

“He can take it up with me later.”

“Speaking of, has he taken you out on a proper date?”

The voice rings in his head again, Watch it.

You throw your head back, laughing loudly, “Yes, he’s taken me on a date. It's your turn now.”

“Ours will be just as good, maybe even better.”

“Hey, no, comparisons. I cherish you both,” You bend to run your nose along his before giving him a peck on the lips.

The voice, Marc as he’s accepting, his internal companion, says nothing but what Steven can identify is a mutual warmth and affection spreads through his chest. Steven catches a glimpse of Marc through the reflection of the fish tank, and Marc gives him yet another reassuring nod. They have you, both of them, and they each feel so lucky.

part 2: here.

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[ijustwant2write]

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PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send in your requests for Moonknight! I absolutely loved this show from the start, and who can resist Oscar Isaac anyway? 😍 I do have some of my own ideas already that I will be posting but I would love to hear from you all!

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[tinybeebo]

Introduction Post :D

Who am I?

My name Beebo!

He/Him

I am minor :p

Little Age: 2-6

What do you do?

I write age regression fan fiction and headcanons (and sometimes mood boards). This blog is for me to post all my age regression thingz :)

What Fandoms do you write for?

Here's a (somewhat) coherent list of fandoms I've written for/currently write for

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Yep! Feel free to hit the ask button and request away my friends. Sidenote: I'm always down to explore new fandom, so any recommendations for fandom are highly encouraged!

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[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

i liked your original post reminding people to be mindful of matt's blindness when writing fanfics for him, but your new one is quite odd, to be honest.

anyone who writes for him is free to interpret his character based on what stood out to them in the show, and how they use that interpretation to insert or conduct matt in their stories is very honestly up to them. there are famous and generally agreed-upon headcanons for matt because of popular fanfics in the dd fandom (which i'm also a big fan of), but ultimately they're just that: headcanons.

you may interpret matt as someone who would worship whoever he's dating, but many might not interpret his character as the same. i know you mean well, but i feel that being authoritative over how to write his character takes out the fun in writing fanfics for characters.

OMG HI!!! Thank you so much for responding!!!

Remember: this is my opinion. Not fact. I am not claiming my words to be fact, nor word I ever <3

Totally get where you're coming from; let me clarify my post.

So, there are fictional men like, Jess Mariana, Peter Parker (comic book, not live action) Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Clark Kent, that I feel like can be written overall in a pretty safe and vague way...they're the sweet guys of the fandom, and if you were to put the worst dialog on the planet by those characters but they were having picnic with so and so person, I honestly would read it and believe every action and movement.

If you were to write Though, when writing, Anakin Skywalker, Loki, Bruce Wayne, and Matthew Murdock/Daredevil... we enter this new world of layered writing that should be handled in a way that the reader (even if its for fun) gets the density of their personality, and tendencies.

I said, "Remember that Matthew Murdock is Daredevil, and Daredevil is not Matthew Murdock."

That, is what it means... and I don't feel like I have to defend it that much. His character is almost like moonknight in a way when you're writing two at once. Whichever you choose to focus more on, will reveal that personality for itself. Also, I've read some fan fics that do play this out very well. At night, and at all times at night; Daredevil is rougher with his love intrest, adn himself... vs the day where it's more puppy love.

"Sure he'd want to get a girlfriend, propose THEN have a kid. HOWEVER, throw in a wildcard of a women into the mix, and the order will have to change. Or, throw in if the oc hangs out with Matthew, she may go for the more traditional approach to a family. Vs, a character like Mercedes Castle (My OC. Check out Cherie on Wattpad!) who is more like Daredevil, but spends more time with Matt, then that changes the mix entirely because she's not traditional, but he is."

Again, this goes with handling with person you're oc is hanging around more often.... going back to the daredevil at night thing, I feel like choosing his choices for lets say the oc (at night) says, "I'm pregnant." right? Daredevil (imo) won't be as happy about that, but come the morning, Matthew Murdock plead his heart out to her and ask for "forgiveness" for being so rude.

"Matthew love interest, please remember that they become his god. He worships them, so he will bend the side of him he doesn't like to please her."

So, this can get see as authoritative towards his character. I get my wording was a lil off but, hear me out.

A lot of fan fics i've read MASTER this concept of "worshiping" the oc. But, I'm not saying whatever I say is fact, but in the show he does have a tendency to put xyz character in place of his own self (depending on how much he's 'into' them.) Sure, I get what you mean like, "you may interpret Matt as someone who would worship whoever he's dating, but many might not interpret his character as the same." saying that it takes away the 'fun' but hear me out. We want authenticity, and it feel better as the reader when you are given that raw dialog, and movements. my opinion: I love the worshiping idea, and it plays really well in a prompt when something happen to character B, and he has to give everything up to help them

Why am I writing this?:

Well because I really care about this character, and I hate to see such an intriguing person, get subjected to things that cross their moral standard.

we all have the capabilities to grow and accept others opinions!

and three, well, I just have been writing him for so long, that when I see a post like, "his eyes met my face" I'm like... girly. No. No he didn't because he's blind. And, when I see a pregnancy scare, and she's like, "He slipped his black mask away from his face and hugged me in excitement, saying 'I am so excited to start a family with you.'" I'm like... waitttttt hold up, and hear me out.

If you have a problem with this, please send in a request! Also, I'm open for requests about Matt, so enjoyyyy queens!

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[brsb4hls]

still don't like syilki and sylvie is such a bitch her character is bland. Also loki is still a great show so I see why it won over moonknight. Hated wincest and destiel the most gross ships ever both dean and loki deserve better

Thanks for sharing your personal preferences.

I do like Sylki and I feel the dislike for Sylvie mostly comes from the way people are socialized. She speaks out for herself and is clear about what she wants. That often isn't appreciated in women.

I'm lucky to have been raised differently, so I can appreciate her, but I am aware of my privilege here.

While Loki is a decent show it most likely wins polls because it got the most media attention.

I still think Moon Knight is done better in regards to character design, pacing, action sequences, antagonists etc, but I do enjoy both shows.

I get when people hate wincest, although I do ship it and I'm not a fan of destiel myself.

I am able to enjoy ships even if they might not be the best option for the characters, because I am aware that the characters do not exist in real life, so I am not too bothered by fictional things happening to them.

At least not in fan fiction, since I can cherry pick there. Canon can be frustrating sometimes.

Interesting exchange, if you want we can compare other likes and dislikes too.

Like food:

I f.e. think garlic bread is severely overrated and I only like cereal on occasions.

Pasta is always great tho.

And I could eat Indian food every day tbh.

I do like fish, but not every type.

Feel free to share your thoughts on that.

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[beyourself-marvellover]

Goodbye!

Notes: Violence, angst.

Marc Spector/ MoonKnight x Reader.

Gif credits to its owner.

There's a noise coming from nowhere... My head aches, the world is turning around me.

Oh f*ck!!!

I try to get up but... I fall down. My ankle is chained.

What the...?

I hit my face after the fall. My lip is bleeding.

-Oh... The b*tch has waken up!!! How are you darling?

What the hell is that? Where am I?

A big man is in front of me, I see his feet. He takes me by my hips and makes me sit in the chair which I am chained.

-Is that blood running from your lip? Well, that's what you deserve.

I try to speak, but I can't. I'm dizzy.

The man puts his thumb in my lips.

-Look at that Beauty... You're young, you're so beautiful. Spector has good taste in women.

-Stop messing with our guest!!! - Other man screams in front of us.

-I was talking with her. That's all boss.

-I thought she'll never wake up. How are you, sweetheart?

"Sweetheart" that's what Marc used to call me. But... That doesn't matter now.

-You, son of a b*t*h. - I yell.

-Well, vocabulary, sweetheart.

-I don't care. - I spit on the floor.

-Angus, do whatever you want with her. She must talk. She knows all... But she doesn't want to help us.

-Yes, sir. We'll have so much fun.

Now, it's Angus and me. The boss leaves the cellar.

-Well... Where should I start? Let's keep it simple... Uhh, but I you help me, of course.

-Listen... I don't know what do you guys want.

-First things first, darling... Where's Spector?

- Whaaat? - My tongue tastes like blood. - I don't know. I don't know.

- Try to help me and I'll help you... - Angus shows me a knife. - But if you don't want to help us... Well...

-I told you. I don't know.

- Let's try again... Where's is Marc Spector?

-I don't know.

The man gets closer to me, on his knees, he's in front of me... He puts the knife on my face.

-Wrong answer... - I feel the cold metal in one of my cheeks... It burns.

-Stop, please. Stop. - I yell. - I haven't seen Marc for years. I'm telling you the truth.

Angus slaps me in my face.

-Let me try to refresh your memory... - He slaps me in my face again. - With all the strength I have, I scratch his face.

-AGGGGH!!! You, b*tch... That's a wrong move.

-HELP, HELP! - I yell.

-Oh, you're a bad girl. - I get a hit on my head. The world is turning around... Again.

******

I wake up... My arms are tied to the chair. This is getting wrong and I don't understand why I'm here. Marc and I broke up two years ago. He disappeared from my life.

-She's waken up... - Angus smiles.

-Well, you don't want to help me... Do you?

- I...I... - My throat is dry. - He's not my...boyfriend. - Oh God... I feel like a child trying to speak for the first time.

- You are the last person who saw him.

-But... It was... - I cough. - It was two years ago.

-Well... If you haven't seen him for two years...Where's the relic?

-What relic?

-You know what I'm talking about. The relic he stole us. He's in red numbers with us!!!

- The relic went back where it belongs!!!

-Where is it?

-Marc is the only one who knows its location.

-A museum, a village???

-I don't know. - Angus puts the knife in My throat.

-Try to think in a better question.

-It could be somewhere. - I'm sweating... Whishing I could defend myself. But I can't. I'm not that strong and tough girl I used to be. I left my criminal life where I left Marc. But all I did in the past comes with all its consequences...

I know the relic ... I know where it is, but I can't betray Marc. Well, he's a man with a lot of secrets, I wonder if I ever met the real Marc... But... That doesn't matter now. I promised him I'll defend the relic. I'll defend him and I can't break promises. He broke his promises, but when you love someone, you help him or her.

Yup... I've just realized I love him.

I feel a little cut in my throat.

-Look at you. A smart woman, a woman of science... What brought you to this, darling?

I was a doctor. I worked in a hospital where I met Marc.

-Why does a doctor, a brilliant doctor, choose a mercenary as his boyfriend? Why? ...But... Let's focus...

-I told you everything I know. Let me go!!!

-That's not possible. - He kicks me in my stomach.

Oh...God... I can't breathe.

******

-She hasn't helped us, boss. She doesn't want to help us.

Angus is talking with his boss. Marc used to work with him before we met. That's all I know.

-I'm tired of all this sh*t. - The boss says. - You look tired too sweetheart. You can't help us... So, what's the purpose of all of this if You can't give us answers?

Yes, I'm tired. I've been in this f**king cell for two nights.

It's a nightmare...I'm feeling weak, tired...

-Well... You should try the easier way... - I start to talk. - If I'm not useful... You should kill me. KILL. ME. Finish this.

-It's a good offer. It seems you're like a piece of s**t to Marc. Aren't You?

I just want to break free. If I have to die... I don't care. I think that guy is right. Marc has forgotten me. It's cheesy, I know... But... At least, he kept one promise: He had disappeared from my life.

-Yes, you're right. And I don't care. Kill me, if that's what you want to do... Just... Kill me.

-Well...

A glass is broken...

...

He's here. He's here!!!

The two men are shooting... Angus calls for reforcement.

MoonKnight is here.

-Take her with you, boss. I'll try to make him busy.

-Angus...

-Go, Go...Boss.

The man takes me by the chair. But...A moon shaped blade cuts his left arm.

-AHHH!!!

-Marc has changed... A lot... Can't You see it? - I whisper.

I fall down. Oh... My head... My body... I'm dizzy.

More men are coming... But Marc is a talented man in the art of fighting and with his suit, his armor, he's stronger, more powerful.

I'm sweating. The world is turning around me. I'm trying to breathe deeply, I'm trying to not fall asleep.

His eyes are all I see. They're shinning through his mask.

Died men fall and fall and my world turns black.

******

I wake up... This time I'm not chained, I'm not tied. My body is in pain. My head is heavy.

I open my eyes... I'm in his arms. His face is unmasked.

-Y/N!!!

-Marc!!!

-How are you?

-Marc...

-I'm...I'm...

-I'm okay. I think I have my collarbone broken.

-Sorry... Y/N. I'm sorry.

-Marc...

- The ambulance is coming. I can't be here with you. I can't be seen.

-I... I get it. That's why you left me. Isn't it?

-Ahem...

-The bad guys...

-Yes... I don't want to put the woman I love in danger.

-Do... Do you love me?

-Shhhh...

-I love you too. I still love you. - A tear is running through my face.

-I know. I know... I'm sorry.

Marc lefts me on the dirty floor.

-I love you, Y/N.

My heart aches. I feel my cheeks burning.

Marc stands up. The ambulance is near.

-Goodbye. - I whisper. I wish I could feel his breath on my skin again. His smell. His warming lips...

I wish I could feel his touch. But...

-Goodbye, Y/N.

He leaves. The ambulance and the police arrive.

I'm crying. That's what I didn't want to meet him. And I know, I know and he knows this is the last time we meet.

His new life it's something I won't understand at all. His new life is more dangerous than before, when we met. And I get it.

That relic, the one I was kidnapped for, belongs to me. It's a family treasure. Marc had to bring it to that man but he never did it. He never paid his debt.

******

When I'm in the ambulance I see him on the roof from and old building front of the cell. His mask, his body. His cape.

Goodbye my knight, my MoonKnight.

The MoonKnight.

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