#comic moon knight x reader

[ramen-flavored]

[themooonhauntsyou]

steven grant 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[swiftyangx12]

Cybertronian!Reader

[D/N] = Designation (Your Name)

[The Nemesis gets an alarm for a possible intruder.]

[D/N]: *Breaks into the Nemesis and marches towards the Warlord* I know you’re in here, Megatron, you big fucking nerd. Where’s my goddamn money?

[Context]: Megatron and [D/N] made a bet from a long time ago and after cycles passed, they won the bet. They were chasing after him to collect what was rightfully theirs.

P.S. Megatron is actually scared of them. That’s why he hasn’t paid up until now.

[fitzarts]

A bad date

Jake x Steven

Request comic page

[thedevilsoftruth]

Ain't nothing... nothing better than the mere thought of making love with Marc Spector.

Jus.. just Marc Spector..

Marc Spector, who'd be so gentle with you the first time he'd have you underneath him. " is that good, baby? " " tell me if it hurts. " " I know, baby, you can take it. " Who'd start off slowly, making sure you adjust to him well and be careful to not hurt you. He'd stimulate you by rubbing your little clit with his thumb as he gets a bit faster with his thrusts. He'd give you little kisses on your forehead and soft caresses all over your body. " mm.. fuck so pretty. " " yea, you're doing so good, sweetie. So, so good for me. " He'd do nothing but give you praises and compliments. he'd do nothing but truly make sure you were happy and comfortable. He'd finish off and then eat you out as you orgasm. " You did so good, baby. " " my precious girl. All mine. " He'd clean you off afterwards and shower you in kisses and cradle you in his strong arms until you fall asleep.

Marc Spector, who after letting you get used to him, would get more rough with you--or maybe he's only getting rougher because he's so stressed out all the time. Nonetheless, that pretty white tie he wears around his neck while being Mr. Knight is going around those pretty little wrists of yours. No more sweet, slow, romantic missionaries and side sex. If he's going to have you, your face is down and your ass is up, his dominant hand is resting on your back and his other hand on your ass. If he deems it necessary, your hands are going behind your back as he fucks you into oblivion. " yea, look at you. Making all those noises for me and getting all messy beneath me. "

Marc Spector, who'd rub your thighs anytime you're sitting next to him. Who'd give you hugs from behind and pinch your ass lightly. Who'd fuck you literally anywhere like the kitchen, the living room, the backyard of your house, a dressing room, ect. Who'd have you in the backseat of his car and losing himself inbetween your thighs. Who wouldn't flinch when you tugged on his hair and dug your nails into his back. Who'd get drunk with you at a party and dance with you, your back pressed against his chest and his hands on your hips as you both sway the night away. Who'd get hard against you and fuck you in the bathroom later.

Marc Spector, who tells you strip for him if he wants to see you. Who'd start you off by having you on his lap and barely giving you the tip as he covers your neck in bites and sloppy, rough kisses. Who spanks you when you're not grinding against him fast enough. Who puts his thumb in your mouth to shut you up. " this fucking needy? I'm only halfway in and you're already a mess. " Who'd throw you down on his bed, get in between those thighs and throw your legs above his shoulders and completely lose himself inside you. " You like that, baby? 'Course you do if you're whining like that. " Who'd, when you're on the verge of climax, pull out and filp you on your stomach and get mad when you complained. Who'd smack your ass until it was bright red with print of his hands and pull your hair for stability. Who'd be so fast with it that you felt like the air was being knocked out of your lungs and you couldn't breathe. Who, wouldn't only make you come once in that night, but would make you fucking squirt during your last orgasm. " Did you enjoy that, baby? I think you fucking loved that. " Who'd tease you before eventually releasing all over your form. Who'd make you get some of his seed between your shaking fingers and make you taste it.

Marc Spector, who would apologize after tearing you apart becuase on the inside, he doesn't want to hurt you.

[niyoriix]

❤︎•𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙎/𝙊 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚•❤︎

Warnings: Fem reader,reader is also flirty and playful. Credits to person who made the divider's!! I couldn't remember their name😓 OOC character(I tried my best��) Booty cheek writing...

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩(𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮,𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩.)

› he's seen a lot and has gone through a lot. Once your open and sharing a lot about yourself after you've gotten to know each other, then you can talk about your crazy life, especially the fact that your the daughter of a literal GODDESS! And the goddess of beauty too?! Then he probably thinks it's gonna get alot crazier(more than it already was, of course..).He's met gods before, he literally serves and works under one.

›I've got a slight feeling he already knew you were the daughter of Aphrodite, I mean come on.. have you seen yourself? Of course you have! Your incredibly pretty. When you walk down the street everyone's eyes instantly go to you, when you speak, everyones silent and their attention is focused on you. Aphrodite isn't just the goddess of beauty, she's the goddess of many things and titles,war,love, pleasure and procreation. I think being a daughter of a war goddess damands attention.

›Also, I think Khonshu told him you were infact the goddesses daughter. Khonshu probably hooked up with her too😭

›despite being incredibly perfect in every shape and way, moon knight treats you normally. I mean not when you first met, he was a little shy when you first met. It was cute though, he'd stutter a bit when he talked and he'd always steal glances at you. You were definitely the first to actually say something. Just a simple "hi!" Probably would've been enough to make him nosebleed /j 👀

›the whole nosebleed thing was definitely Steven. When it's Jake then he's a flirty mess, but Marc? he's just a chill guy(please get the reference.)

›at first they thought you were just pretty and smart and didn't have any abilities. But what they didn't know was that being a daughter or just a child of the goddess in general, let's you have cool abilities like these, Charmspeak,amonkinesis, being fluent in french from the moment your born,looking good in literally everything, not only that but being the most romantic people ever and looking absolutely badass in battle.

›ever since you stepped into their life it's been amazing. Playful banter, romantic dates, operas, getting free drinks at the bar and becoming cupid for a few of your friends.

›you both love each other a lot. Anyone with a pair of eyes would see that. When they look at you, it's always the most genuine look of love you could ever ask for.

ok bye I'm tired.

Feel free to request!! I'm open to almost anything ^^

[foggyredkastle]

In fear that my f1 account might have acc fallen off. I’m giving you goblins what you really want…

Buncha incorrect Bs

Wade: Ha! What are you gonna do? Stab me?

*Five minutes later*

Wade, calling 911: HELP, IVE BEEN STABBED.

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Steven: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this.

Jake: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

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Matt: You three, explain right now!

Wade: It was Y/N.

Peter: It was Y/N.

Steven: It was Y/N.

Y/N:

Y/N: …fuck.

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Steven: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

Y/N: What the hell do you do?

Steven: I die? What kinda question...

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Marc: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

[acexsmhking]

The Avengers:

ᯓ★ Tony Stark/Iron-man

ᯓ★ Steve Rogers/Captain America

ᯓ★ Bruce Banner/The Hulk

ᯓ★ Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

ᯓ★ Clint Barton/Hawkeye

ᯓ★ Thor

ᯓ★ Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch

ᯓ★ Peter Park/Spider-man

ᯓ★ Sam Wilson/Captian America

ᯓ★ Vision

ᯓ★ Stephen Strange/Dr. Strange

ᯓ★ T’challa/Black Panther

ᯓ★ Bucky Barnes/The Winter Solider

The X-Men:

ᯓ★ Charles Xavier/Professor X

ᯓ★ Scott Summers/Cyclops

ᯓ★ Logan Howlett/Wolverine

ᯓ★ Jean Grey

ᯓ★ Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

ᯓ★ Ororo Munroe/Storm

ᯓ★ Rogue

ᯓ★ Emma Frost

ᯓ★ Hank McCoy/Beast

ᯓ★ Bobby Drake/Ice-man

ᯓ★ Remy LeBeau/Gambit

ᯓ★ Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Fantastic Four:

ᯓ★ Reed Richard/Mister Fantastic

ᯓ★ Sue Storm-Richard/Invisible Woman

ᯓ★ Johnny Storm/Human-Torch

ᯓ★ Ben Grimm/Thing

ᯓ★ Victor von Doom/Dr. Doom

The Guardians of the Galaxy:

ᯓ★ Peter Quill/Starlord

ᯓ★ Gamora

ᯓ★ Rocket Raccoon

ᯓ★ Groot (full Groot)

ᯓ★ Drax the Destroyer

ᯓ★ Adam Warlock

ᯓ★ Nebula

ᯓ★ Mantis

: ̗̀➛ Multi-Character:

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[little-miss-fandom-freak]

Could you write something for moon knight and his boys where they react to khonshu making the reader his new fist?

FIRST REQUEST FUCK YEAH!!! I based this off of the show since I haven't read many Moon Knight comics so if u wanted based off of the comics I'm sorry lol

Marc's kinda sad ngl, but that mainly bc of how he reacted to the idea of Layla being the next Moon Knight in the show. Steven's and Jake's aren't nearly as sad :)

ECLIPSE

Something felt... wrong.

Marc had gotten into another argument with Khonshu; it was something petty, ridiculous even, but Marc just had to run his mouth and complain. Khonshu had gotten sick of the disrespect he had been receiving from the three men, so he made his choice.

They felt a shift in themselves, like a piece of them had been ripped away.

"G-Guys..."

He turned around, the sight before him made it feel like all the oxygen was ripped from his lungs. His lover stood before him, dawning the Mark of Khonshu...

Marc Spector

He rushed to them, taking their face into his hands.

"Oh god what have I done?!" He cried. He spun around the room, trying his hardest to spot the deity. "Khonshu you bastard! Release them! Please! I'll give you my life but do not take them from me!"

"Marc!" They called. "Please just calm down-"

"Quiet, child." Khonshu silenced them. Marc could feel the deity's presence.

"Marc Spector; you have disrespected me for the last time. I had warned you once before, and now you love will suffer the consequences of your actions."

"Damn you!" Marc tried to blindly attack Khonshu, but it was pointless. He watched helplessly as his love's precious face was covered by the Moon Knight mask. They slowly approached his weeping form, gently cradling his head in their hands as they lifted his head up.

"Hey... it's okay." They said softly. "I'll be safe, and Khonshu will protect me."

"He won't. He can't-"

"Marc." They said sternly. "Its okay. I'll still be here, and we can still be together. But I can't keep myself sane if you're not there to help. So please, for me, just... try..."

He nodded, holding their hands against his face. He kissed the clothed wrappings that covered their hands, each kiss lingering a little longer than the last.

"I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

Steven Grant

Steven didn't know how to react. On one hand, it felt weird not have the deity inside his mind. But on the other, his partner looked so GOOD in that suit.

"Uh... darling? Wha-What are you, um, wearing?" He asked, cautiously making his way to his lover.

"I-I-I don't know. Steven... there's a giant bird in behind you." They said quietly.

Steven tilted his head, confused. He spun around, looking for the bird. "B-Bird? Wait, do you mean Khonshu?"

They shakily nodded their head. "I think so."

He gasped. "Does that mean you-you're his new host?"

"Indeed it does, Steven Grant. Your fellow host, Marc Spector, has disrespected me for the last time. There for, I am done with you three. It's time for a change."

Steven didn't know what to feel. Should he be happy? After all, Khonshu was finally gone. It's what he's been praying for since he met the diety. But he's had first-hand experiences on what it's like working for Khonshu. He didn't want his lover to go through that pain as well.

Steven watched carefully as his love had a silent conversation with Khonshu, staying back to give them some space. When it seemed like they were done, he slowly approached.

"So?... Do you want to be the next 'Fist of Khonshu'?" He asked, a tad bit over the top, but it was his little attempt at trying to bring light to the situation.

They sighed, their fingers twisted and toyed with the ends of their cape as they stayed silent in thought. He gently held their hand to stop their fidgeting.

They looked up at him, gazing into his eyes before they spoke. "I... I guess it's not a bad idea. I mean, I'll still have you and the others to help me."

Steven nodded. "If it's what you want, then I will support and help you no matter what." He lightly held their chin and tilted it twords his head, their for heads lovingly pressed together.

"I promise."

Jake Lockley

When Jake turned around, he was angry. Angry at Marc for making Khonshu give up on them, angry at Khonshu for forcing their burden upon his love, angry at himself for not doing anything to prevent iI.

But he didn't show it. He could see the fear and confusion in her love's face and knew that his anger was not what they needed right now. He rushed over to them and held their shoulders tightly.

"Hey there love, you with me?"

They nodded quickly, trying to focus on Jake and ignoring the terrifying bird man speaking to them.

"Jake... he-he keeps saying things to me and I-I don't understand- I don't get what he means-"

"Sshhh..." He said softly, rubbing his hands slowly up and down their arms. "It's ok, my love. We... we can figure this out."

"Jake Lockley, my favorite of three. He was always such an obidient host. Maybe he can teach you his ways."

"My love... if this is something you don't want then..." He gulped, trying to choose his next words wisely. "We can maybe negotiate with him. Try and get him to use us instead or-"

"Jake." They said softly. "I think... I think I want this."

Jake was... surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. I mean I always felt useless when you guys would come home covered in bruises and scars. Now it's your turn." Jake chuckled at their weird form of humor, but ut did bring him comfort. He knew his love better than he knew himself; they can handle anything thrown at them.

"I promise to always be there for you, my love. There is no where you can go that I won't find you and save you."

They chuckled as they held his face in their hands. "Even when I'm the one with the powers, you can't let me do the saving can you?"

He smiled, kissing the palm if their hand. "Never."

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FIRST REQUEST COMPLETED! I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND FEEL FREE TO SEND MORE MY WAY! <3

[jgyllenhaalstannie]

Moonboy beige flags⚑

Mainly bc I didn't finish the Steven smut yet..

Steven -

Bc of his accent he struggles with certain words when trying to sound American (specifically talk and schedule)

UnIronically listens to Ed Sheeran

Always has his ringtone loud as hell and fumbles to turn it off

Best friend is his pet fish (and Marc when they're on good terms)

Gets really bad sunburns even with sunscreen covering his body

Air dries clothing

Can't type very well

Marc-

Called his mom by her first name

Does not eat breakfast

Holds on to socks with thousands of holes in them

Doesn't check his emails or messages

Smiles without his teeth

Probably watched Oppenheimer (the whole thing) and Barbie on the same day

Mocks Steven sometimes with a really bad British accent

Coffee is a meal

Can't stand asmr

Jake -

Can't ride a bike at all

Always cracking his joints (back, neck, knuckles, ect.)

Doesn't close any open tabs that have been open for weeks

Doesn't use emojis just the dots (ex:"where are you...")

Never takes his hat off

No type of decor in his house

Watching reality TV just to get pissed off

[little-worm-grant]

I Need A Hero (But Not That One)

Steven Grant x You / 2,456 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Is from the perspective of reader running their own store in NYC, in comes this masked lunatic and some invisible threat only he can see. What else can you do besides reach for a bag of chips?

Tags: Strangers to friends, gender-neutral reader, minor mentions of violence, mostly fluff

Written for A Sip of Coffee SFW Fanzine - check it out there's so many juicy fics! Next fanzine you'll see me in is folklore and fairytales.

There I’d been, minding my own business, trying to look busy in the store during the graveyard shift. I put in my best effort not to glance at the clock—everyone knew time crawled when you paid attention to it. My patience had worn thin hours ago, and I was beyond ready to head home. For what, you might ask?

Absolutely-freaking-nothing.

It was bliss. Being home was simply the best. There, I had my cat and all my junk—knickknacks from long-forgotten trips, cluttered piles of ‘stuff’ I hadn’t quite found a place for yet. Every day, I promised myself I’d get around to organizing. Every day, I promptly ignored that promise.

One more hour. That was it. Chances were I’d survive that, probably. I might even treat myself to some takeout on the walk home. Anything to keep me going.

I gave up on half-heartedly organizing the mugs and undoing the colourful, often crude, words people arranged with the lettered ones. It was always the same—no lack of creativity when people were wasting time, and I might have even appreciated the effort if I weren’t the one constantly undoing their handiwork.

With a sigh, I slumped over the counter like some tormented soul, feeling the weight of my shift bear down on me. What felt like an hour’s worth of work had, in reality, been about ten minutes. My eyes drifted to the snack aisle, and I silently reprimanded myself for considering dipping into the stock. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t find something to do.

That was when I saw him.

Some guy sprinted past the windows, clad in a head-to-toe white costume, his breath misting in the cold night air. He stopped just long enough to hunch over, hands on his knees, sucking in air before forcing himself back into a full-speed run. It would have been almost comical if it weren’t so utterly tragic to watch.

For a moment, I was able to return to my well-practised routine of staring at anything but the chips or the clock.

Fifty-seven minutes left. This was the worst. The store clock had to be off, though—I couldn’t remember the last time I changed its batteries. I pulled out my phone, only to groan when it smugly displayed an hour and two minutes. I shoved it back into my pocket and decided the store clock was gospel.

Then, the same white-suited guy came bursting through the store doors. He slammed against them as if trying to shake off the cold that clung to him, his breath coming in ragged, frantic gasps. His head jerked around, scanning the store, hands fumbling desperately for the door locks.

What a nutter.

"Can I help you?" I called, louder than necessary, to snap him out of whatever frenzy he was in. His glowing eyes flickered toward me before he resumed his wild flailing at the doors.

“No… wait—yeah! Actually, hang on a minute,” he panted, gesturing vaguely in my direction, either acknowledging me or silently telling me to stay put. Abandoning the locks, he grabbed the nearest shelf and dragged it against the door with a loud scrape. “You got anything heavier? Push that!” He pointed at another display shelf.

My city had faced at least three doomsdays in the past month alone. I was over it. A world filled with superheroes wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

"Can you not do that?" I asked, exasperated, stepping out from behind the counter. Not fully toward him, mind you—I wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t seem immediately dangerous, but these days, you never knew. Begrudgingly, I pushed another display toward the door, stopping at a safe distance. “You do realize I have to clean all this up when you’re done?”

“I’ll clean everything up, I promise! It’s this Jackal—he’s been a right pain in my arse! I’ve been trying to shake him for ages. Thought doubling back might throw him off, yeah?”

“Jackal? Like a dog?” I pulled a face. It sounded weird, but weird was kind of normal around here. My curiosity got the better of me. “Well, can’t you just laser it?”

“Wot? No!” he scoffed, abandoning his barricading attempts to shoot me an incredulous look. A souvenir shirt tumbled to the floor. His reaction made me think I’d insulted him, but it was hard to tell through the mask.

I elaborated, gesturing vaguely at his glowing eyes. “I mean, what’s the point of having those if you can’t laser with them? Do they help you see better or something? Also, pick that up.”

He sighed and bent to grab the fallen shirt, attempting—badly—to fold it. “I didn’t exactly get a say in all the bits, alright? Does it really make me look like a psycho Colonel Sanders?” He gestured down at himself.

It did.

I shook my head, watching as he gave up folding and just shoved the shirt back onto the disrupted shelf.

“I see just fine, thanks,” he continued. “No lasers, though. Handy in the dark when I’m too tired to switch on a lamp, but that’s about it. Still love my carrots, though.” He chuckled, but the humour barely lasted a second.

CRASH!

The masked lunatic went tumbling backward, rolling with surprising agility before catching himself. His attempts to barricade the door had ended exactly as I expected—badly.

I immediately backed up behind the counter, peering over it to assess the damage. This guy was single-handedly trashing my store. Maybe insurance would cover it if I told them a costumed weirdo was responsible.

Reaching for a bag of chips, I silently wished I had stocked popcorn instead.

Nothing. There was no one there. I turned back to the supposed hero and waved a hand at the wreckage, chips in hand.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" I demanded, punctuating my question with the pop of an opening bag. "You’re paying for everything you break, by the way." Chips included.

“That weren’t me! It’s the Jackal! Look—it’s a big ‘un!” He pointed dramatically at the entrance.

I followed his gesture. Nothing. I looked back at him with the deadpan stare of someone far too tired for this nonsense.

"You’re on something," I muttered. "Can you do this outside?"

“I swear, I’m—”

Before he could finish, something invisible sent him flying across the store. He skidded, rolled, and barely managed to catch himself before knocking over another display.

I crunched on a chip and watched the ridiculous scene unfold. It was like a nature documentary gone wrong.

“So… Jackals are invisible?” I asked, tossing another chip into my mouth. I flipped the bag around to see how many I had left. “How do you even know where it is?”

“I dunno! I don’t make the rules!” he wheezed, scrambling to his feet just as another unseen force knocked him back. Desperate, he yanked a shelf down, sending rows of neatly stacked souvenirs crashing to the floor. “I’m so sorry!”

I groaned but did nothing to stop him. What was I supposed to do? Jump in and fight an invisible dog?

I expected the shelf to hit the ground, but instead, it bounced—hard—off something unseen.

“Oh wow,” I murmured, watching the impact. “You were right. I never doubted you for a second.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, I did,” I admitted. “But I believe you now. That’s got to count for something.”

While the chaos raged on, I finished off the last of my chips, shaking the bag to fish out the stubborn crumbs stuck at the bottom. Satisfied, I crumpled the empty packet into a ball and lobbed it into the trash behind the counter. Wiping my hands against my pants, I leaned forward, watching the absolute disaster unfold in front of me.

“So… uh, anything I can do?” I asked, more out of obligation than any real desire to get involved.

“Better you stay back. Or…” He ducked as something unseen swiped at his head, sending a stack of keychains flying. He twisted, barely regaining his footing, before calling over to me, “Actually, yeah—I could use a hand.”

I groaned. That was my mistake for asking. “What do you need?”

“Think you could help me get rid of this thing?”

I scoffed. “I’m not killing it!”

“I meant just help me get it out of the store!” he snapped.

I glanced at the mess—toppled shelves, shattered mugs, a floor littered with overpriced souvenirs—and, yeah, I had to agree, Caspar the unfriendly dog needed to go. But how? Inspiration struck, and I cupped my hands around my mouth.

“HEY, YOU! YOU’RE A BAD DOG!”

Glowing eyes whirled on me, appalled. “That’s not what I meant! Also, it’s not a dog it’s a Jackal and that’s not helping!”

Before I could fire back, his head jerked toward me, his whole body tensing.

“It’s coming your way. Duck!”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I threw myself to the side just as the shelves behind me exploded into a clattering mess of broken wood and tumbling stock. Something rushed past, hot air brushing against the back of my neck, and my stomach twisted with the realization that whatever this thing was, it had been that close. I landed on my hands and knees, heart hammering.

Real heroic stuff, I know. Give me some credit—I was running on the fumes of an eleven-hour shift, and I don’t get paid enough. I had just learned invisible nightmare creatures officially ranked high on my list of ‘Things That Terrify Me.’

“It almost got me!” I shrieked. “Get it!”

“I’m trying!”

“Try harder!” I yelled, flinching as another crash erupted behind me. A low, guttural growl rumbled through the store, vibrating through my chest, and suddenly, the air shifted.

Something was right behind me.

A wave of scorching breath ghosted across my neck, and every hair on my body stood on end.

“If I die on the clock,” I gasped, flattening myself against the floor, “I’m coming back to haunt the hell out of anyone who’s ever wronged me. Starting with Colonel Sanders wrecking my store!”

“Oi! You said I didn’t look like him!” His voice came from somewhere across the room, slightly breathless but still dripping with indignation.

A deafening smash sounded above me.

I peeked up in time to see the white figure hurling my carefully arranged souvenir mugs—one by one—at empty air.

My eye twitched.

“I never said that!” I shot back, ducking as a particularly heavy ceramic one narrowly missed my head. “I don’t know what to call you! I’ll take it back if you stop trashing my place and trying to get me killed!”

Still locked in combat with the unseen enemy, he yelled, “It’s Steven! With a V!”

I stared at him. “That’s it? That’s your superhero name? With a V? Laaame.”

“Oh yeah, I got one of those too!” He dodged, then perked up as though he wasn’t actively in a life-or-death struggle. “Call me Mr. Knight!”

“I’ll stick to Steven.”

“You know wot? That’s fair.”

Another crash. Another shelf knocked over. My sanity officially hanging by a thread.

“Will you please get this thing out of here?!” I bellowed.

“It’s not gonna leave if I’m here!”

“Then YOU get out?!”

Steven hesitated for a fraction of a second before taking off toward the door. He vaulted over the mess of fallen shelves in what could have been an impressive leap—if he hadn’t caught his foot and gone crashing down in a spectacular heap.

“I’m okay!” he groaned from the floor.

“You sure?”

“Yeah! Super. Thanks.”

He scrambled back up just in time for the Jackal to slam into him. He flipped, twisted mid-air, and landed hard, limbs sprawled out in a way that made it hard to tell if he was fighting for his life or really committing to breakdancing. I don’t even know where the batons came from, but he was using them for what I assumed was to keep the dog from clamping down on his face.

This better not be how I go out.

A desperate, half-baked idea sparked in my mind. Might not have been a good idea, but, well, we were fresh out of those the moment Steven decided to use my store as his personal wrestling ring.

I scrambled toward a pile of knocked-over broken ornaments and snatched up the broom.

“Steven!” I called, gripping the broom in both hands as he flailed his way toward the door again. “Throw it at me!”

“Throw what at you?!”

“The Jackal!”

“Wot?! That’s the opposite of what I should be doing! That’s the WORST plan!”

“I know. Just do it!”

I planted the base of the broom against the bottom of the wall, bracing it, my free hand steadying a haphazardly taped-up ornament that dangled off the end. It probably was a bad plan, but at this point, I was banking on the element of surprise.

Steven, still wrestling with the invisible force, managed to find his footing, gripping something unseen with both hands. He took a deep breath and swung it around.

One…

Two…

Steven heaved, stumbling backward.

And then—impact.

The Jackal slammed against the broom, hitting it with enough force to snap the wooden handle clean in half.

I ducked back and screamed.

The thing screamed.

I was pretty sure Steven was screaming too.

The broom buckled, its remnants collapsing in a pathetic heap, and I scrambled away until my back hit the wall.

Then—silence.

The weight in the air shifted.

Steven coughed, dragging himself back to his feet, waffling on about something being “gone” or “handled” or whatever. I barely heard him.

My store was a wreck.

My gaze drifted to the clock.

Thirty-three minutes left on my shift.

I laughed, low and hysterically. Steven looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

After all was said and done, he stuck around to help me pick up the pieces—literally. Surprisingly, he even walked me home afterward, though I turned down his offer of tea in favour of picking up some takeout.

There was no way I was ending this day without one.

“You didn’t need to stick around,” I muttered as we reached my apartment door.

“I know, but it wouldn’t have felt right if I didn’t,” he admitted. “Can’t go ‘round trashing my mate’s shop and not help, can I?”

I gave him a sideways glance. “We’re mates now, are we?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t—”

“Relax,” I cut in. “I’m messing with you. We can be mates.” I pushed my door open, then turned back with a smirk. “But you’re banned from ever stepping foot in my store again.”

Steven exhaled, as if he’d been expecting that. “You know wot? That’s fair.”

I had a lot of fun writing this one. If you enjoyed too please consider following, reblogging, or commenting and letting me know! ily have a good day

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ITS ABOUT DAMN TIME

[evilbubu]

hey, (Jewish) moon knight fans, i need help!

I'm writing a blog post called "Is Khonshu really a deity in Moon Knight? | A Religious Analysis" and I need a little help with Marc's beliefs. I'm not Jewish so I'm worried I might've missed clues on Marc's level of belief in his faith because it's not explicitly stated out loud. He's Jewish and that's that. (I'm basing this mostly on the series because that's how i was introduced to mk. but comics fans are also welcome to participate.)

What I'm trying to ask is how do YOU think Marc feels about Khonshu calling himself a god? Does he really think Khonshu is a god?

I already have my conclusion and opinion on this matter. But the more information I can get the better.

Also, this is not just a question for Jewish mk fans but also those that know/study Judaism.

You can either answer in the tags, comments, reblogs, send me an ask or even dm. i dont care. just please if you have any opinions or thoughts about this (and evidence too) I would greatly appreciate it.

[traveler-of-the-night]

everywhere I go I see her

moon knight community... if you could search your blogs for any of my old fics, I would appreciate it so much. I lost all of them in a random termination. someone found one today!!

[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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(A/N: This update took a lot longer than expected, because I really wanted to flesh out Darius Carter's character here. As we discovered in the latest chapter, he is the avatar of Anubis and the past life of our moon boys (Marc, Steven and Jake). I can't wait for you to finally meet him and discover how he first met our beloved Mira (you) and became an avatar. Sooooooo, I will no longer keep you waiting. Enjoy!)

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE - LIEUTENANT DARIUS CARTER

The year was 1914, and the world was on the brink of an inferno. The scent of gunpowder and the sound of marching boots echoed through the continent, war slowly rising on the precipice as the entirety of mankind braced itself for a conflict of an unprecedented scale. As the avatar of Mayari, the goddess of the moon, your immortality has not shielded you from countless conflicts that you have witnessed over centuries. But something about this one felt different.

As the majority of Europe has been set ablaze with the flames of war, you found yourself walking on foreign soil, far from the shores of your own homeland. Leaving the tranquil halls of Harvard University where you had just earned your medical degree being a pensionada, you have answered the call of duty in the first world war as you were dispatched to the epicenter of battle.

Not as a warrior, but as a healer.

It was a time of uncertainty, and your only duty was to save lives and alleviate the suffering caused by the horrors of war. It was a daunting task, but you were determined to do your part.

It was in a military outpost in France where you crossed paths for the first time. The air in the barracks was thick with anticipation and a hint of apprehension as fresh soldier recruits started to fill the encampment, their faces a mix of youthful enthusiasm and the dawning realization of what lay ahead. 

You stood among the medical personnel sent by the American Red Cross, observing the nervous yet determined faces of your comrades as you were being introduced to one another and your regiment officer. Your crisp, white medical uniform felt heavy with responsibility, yet you bore it with the quiet strength of someone who had seen far more than her youthful appearance suggested.

It was here that you saw him for the first time.

His towering stature caught your eyes immediately, standing tall and proud among your peers as his striking hazel brown eyes seemed to pierce through the haze of bodies and chatter. He stood out, not just for his imposing presence but for the way he carried himself—confident, yet with an air of humility.

His olive brown skin was littered with nervous sweat as he saluted, his military uniform crisp and new.

"Lieutenant Darius Carter, reporting for duty," he said, his voice steady and confident.

“At ease, Lieutenant”, the regiment officer said, patting the young soldier’s back encouragingly before his eyes fell on you and your colleagues. “You will be in charge of this unit, together with our friends and allies from the American Red Cross. Why don’t you introduce yourselves?”

It was there, amidst the sea of young, eager faces, that your eyes met for the first time. Darius found himself tongue tied as you stepped forward, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he witnessed you raising your right hand to salute before introducing yourself to your superiors and your fellow army recruits altogether. 

“Myrna Katigbak, reporting for duty,” you spoke, managing a polite smile despite yourself as you felt a hundred pairs of eyes on you. And yet, Darius's gaze stood out from the rest of your comrades, his eyes sparkling with bold admiration as he felt a strong connection in that moment, an inexplicable pull towards you that he couldn’t possibly ignore. 

Something about your enigmatic presence drew him in. Having grown up in a family with a deep connection to Egyptology, you were like an undiscovered pharaoh’s tomb to the young lieutenant waiting to be unravelled. And like any archaeologist and Egyptologists he has known his whole life, he has made it his first mission to seek you out and fulfill his quiet curiosity.

The next time you saw Darius Carter, it was in the makeshift soup kitchen. The scent of broth and bread filled the air as you ladled portions into bowls, your hands moving with practiced efficiency. Your fellow medics and soldiers, both weary and hungry after their intensive training, lined up at the long table with gratitude etched on their faces as you started to distribute lunch.

The young lieutenant was but a few steps away from the long table as the line progressed, almost chickening out as he neared. As he slowly approached, you looked up and met his gaze fully for the first time. Handing him his bowl of soup and a half loaf of bread, you noticed him trying to linger, his eyes bright with a mixture of hope and shyness as he struggled to find the words to speak.

“You can come back for seconds later, Lieutenant Carter”, you smiled, amused by his poor attempt at small talk which you find endearing.

“Right, thank you, Miss Katigbak”, he stammered as he ended up butchering the last name of your latest alias.

“You can just call me Myrna”, you corrected with an amused smile, bidding him goodbye as your attention shifted to the next man in need of sustenance. “I don’t expect everyone to get my last name right”

Darius internally groaned as he mildly shook his head, managing a soft chuckle despite himself as he continued moving forward and out of the lunch line. He found himself sitting at a nearby table, still gazing longingly at the long table where you were as he started to eat. As the hours slowly progressed and the early afternoon finally made its way, the number of people in the soup kitchen slowly dwindled until the only ones left were him and you.

This time around, Darius no longer allowed his nerves to get the best of him. With careful steps, he approached you once again, his eyes emanating the same spark from when he first laid eyes on you. 

“Excuse me, Miss Katigbak”, he asked, finally pronouncing your last name correctly with his rich, baritone voice that resonated pleasantly in the empty vicinity. “May I help you with anything?”

“You got it right this time,” you nodded in his direction as you started preparing your workspace for your upcoming chore. “And yes, you can help by carrying those empty bowls from the lunch tables and I’ll wash them here.”

He eagerly obliged, his movements careful as he balanced multiple trays of empty bowls on his hands. As soon as they piled up, he worked alongside you and shared your dishwashing workload. It was a mundane task for a soldier like him, but it didn’t matter as he had you to keep him company.

Besides, observing you from afar was becoming his favorite pastime. Your smooth and flawless skin was the first thing he noticed, a warm, sun-kissed brown with golden undertones that radiated health and vitality. Your hair, ebony-black and rich, fell in long, soft waves around your shoulders, framing your face perfectly. Your facade possessed a delicate heart-shaped contour that added a touch of youthful charm, along with high cheekbones and small, slightly upturned nose that accentuated your femininity. Your lips, full and naturally mauve, curved into a smile that reflected the warmth of your spirit, a genuine expression that made him feel at ease.

But it was your eyes that truly captivated him. Almond-shaped and chestnut brown, they glistened with warmth and mystery, capable of conveying joy, sorrow, and strength in a single glance. Framed by long, thick lashes, your gaze had an intensity that made those who met it feel uniquely seen. Your naturally arched brows added depth to your expression, giving you a look of quiet confidence.

“You never did go back for seconds, Lieutenant Carter” you spoke out loud, slightly startling Darius from his own reverie.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, his voice warm and earnest as you ended up laughing at his amusing response. 

“I meant you could go back in line earlier after finishing your meal to get a second serving of soup and bread”, you ended up explaining in which Darius sighed with pure relief. “I was waiting for you”

“Oh, right”, he seemed to relax at your friendly tone. “I’m too shy, unfortunately, so I will most likely die of hunger before I ask you for seconds, Miss Katigbak”

“You can just call me Myrna”, your amusement grew as you observed his quiet awkwardness which you find endearing. “Miss Katigbak is too formal and besides, it’s only the two of us here”

“Myrna it is”, Darius nodded, testing your name in his lips. “And please call me Darius, Lieutenant Carter is also too formal”

“Sure, Darius”, you obliged, prompting a warm smile from the lieutenant. “And now that introductions and our collective nerves are out of the way, care to tell me why you’re really here?”

"Well, to be honest, I was hoping to engage you in a conversation since we’ve first met”, Darius scratched the back of his head, his gaze locked onto yours. “I've heard that you're a medical graduate, and I thought I might pick your brain about a few things."

"I'm happy to help, but I have to warn you that I'm not the most exciting conversationalist”, you laughed softly. “I spend most of my time tending to wounds and doling out soup."

“That’s quite all right”, Darius's eyes sparkled with interest. "In fact, I have a penchant for Egyptology. Did you know that the ancient Egyptians were pioneers in the field of medicine?"

“Egyptology, you say?” you couldn't hide your surprise. "That's an unexpected interest for a soldier. But I must admit, it's a topic I find intriguing as well."

“I could spend all day talking about it if you’re interested”, Darius started, his positive energy overflowing at finding an outlet to share his interests. “I came from a family of archaeologists and Egyptologist, hence my knowledge”

As he started going on about his recent discoveries in the history of Egyptian medicine, you slowly fulfilled his curiosity by answering his questions in correlation to your current expertise, marking your longer interactions with the young lieutenant. He didn’t keep the conversation one-sided and challenged your insights, asking about your journey from America, your studies at Harvard, and your impressions of the war. You answered every question with polite brevity, finding his earnestness both charming and amusing as the two of you find companionship amidst the harsh reality of the ongoing war.

Your paths crossed once again in the crucible of battle. The frontlines were chaotic and brutal, the air filled with the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosions, serving as a constant backdrop to your work as a medic. You and Darius found yourselves deployed and stationed together with him as the commanding officer of your sector. As a medic, you worked tirelessly to fulfill your duty to save as many lives as possible and tended to the wounded from your unit, often under fire. 

It was during one of these intense battles that you truly began to see the depth of his character.

Darius was brave, almost to the point of recklessness, always throwing himself into the fray to protect his comrades. It was after one such skirmish that he found himself injured, and you were the one to tend to his wounds. As you worked, he watched you with a mixture of pain and admiration.

"You have a steady hand," he remarked, his voice strained but appreciative.

"Years of practice," you replied, focused on your task. "Hold still, this might hurt."

He winced but remained silent as you cleaned and bandaged his wounds. When you were finished, he looked at you with gratitude. "Thank you, Myrna. I don't know what I'd do without you here."

You smiled softly. "It's my duty, Darius. Just as it's yours to fight."

In the days that followed, your interactions grew more frequent and meaningful. You shared stories, hopes, and fears, finding solace in each other's company amidst the horrors of war. Your connection deepened, and it became clear that Darius's feelings for you were more than just admiration.

One fateful day, your barracks were under siege, almost overrun by enemy forces. The chaos was overwhelming as German soldiers started to storm the base. Recognizing the dire situation, Darius Carter ordered your unit as its commanding officer to evacuate.

“Myrna, take the others and head to the trucks”, he said, handing you a slip of paper with coordinates. “You and the rest of the surviving sector will be taken to the rendezvous point.”

“Understood, Lieutenant”, you nodded, saluting Darius as you started to help your fellow medics and other soldiers escape first, ensuring they reached the safety of the military trucks stationed on the outskirts. As the alarm sounded, signaling the order to retreat, you urged the remaining few of your comrades to make haste, barking orders left and right as you refused to leave anyone behind.

“Darius, you need to go”, you shouted amidst the chaos around you, seeing the lieutenant fought bravely as he clutched his rifle close, firing shot after shot at the advancing German soldiers merely a few feet away.

“I’m not going anywhere without you, Myrna”, he declared, his voice firm with resolve.

“I’ll be right behind you”, you insisted and started to push him away to safety, but he held his ground unwavering. 

“No, I’m not leaving you!” he shouted, his eyes locking onto yours with pure determination as his tone left for no argument. “We’re in this together”

You sighed in defeat, allowing him to stay by your side knowing there was no time to debate. The situation grew more perilous by the minute as it became clearer that the enemy was closing in on the barracks. But you and Darius continued to stand your ground, determined to aid your fellow comrades and guide them to safety.

Together, you fought your way through the turmoil as the chaos and destruction intensified, dodging bullets and explosions while glancing left and right to ensure each other’s safety. The moment of truth came when the last of the military trucks departed, and the two of you finally decided to make your escape. 

The barracks were in shambles, and you could hear the sounds of enemy soldiers drawing nearer. The two of you made a run for it, racing toward the outskirts where an abandoned motorbike was stationed.

But fate had other plans. Just as you were about to reach the vehicle, a group of German soldiers appeared on the scene, hot on your heels. They spotted your position, and before the two of you could react, shots rang out followed by a sharp crack that rang out. Darius staggered as he cried out in pain, clutching his shoulder where a bullet had struck. You watched in horror as he fell to the ground, the world seeming to slow down around you.

Panic coursed through you as you knelt beside him, trying to assess the situation. The German soldiers closed in, their weapons trained on you both. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest as you let your own instinct take over. There’s no way in hell that you will let him die on your watch.

Without hesitation, you drew upon the ancient powers bestowed on you by your patron goddess Mayari, summoning her very essence that lay dormant within you all these long years until this precise moment. In a blinding flash, your form shifted as the ceremonial armor slowly materialized in a shimmer of moonlight, replacing the former medical uniform enveloping your body.

You, Myrna Katigbak, a simple medic, began to change before Darius’s wide eyes. The initial shock and disbelief he felt witnessing your transformation slowly turned into awe, marking the beginning of your intertwined fates being woven together.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

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