#moon kight

[ribs02]

Doodles

[barnes-n-howlett-lit]

Valentine’s Week Marathon 

Day III - Love Bug

Summary: Two work friends decide to collaborate on Valentine themed crafts, leading to something more.

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3,141

Warnings: Alcohol, jokes of death

Author: Barnes (Art also made by Barnes!!)

You were Steven’s regular barista at the museum. Every day he showed up, always wanting a simple latte. On this Friday he came in looking more tired than usual, so you decided to cheer him up. 

“Hey, Steven. Just got in a new Moroccan vanilla syrup. Care to take a walk on the wild side?” You asked playfully, with the gentlest smile you could muster.

“Uh, sure. Some flavor wouldn't hurt.” He chuckles lightly. 

That kind look in his eyes was ever present when he spoke to you.

You make his drink and set it between the two of you on the counter. You drag over a package of freshly baked cookies, the cellophane wrapper crinkling as you settle it next to his drink.

“Sweet treat on me, for being my vanilla Guinea Pig.” You give him a gracious nod, tapping your fingers on the till to ring him up. 

“Ah, no I couldn't. Truly.” He shakes his head, casting his eyes downward. 

You notice the blush creeping over the midline of his cheeks as he hands you the payment for the coffee.

“I’m feeling generous today. I insist.” You push the cookies forward so fast they nearly tip off the counter and he catches them. “Ah, looks like you've handled them. I have to give ‘em to you now.” You tease.

He gives you a grateful smile and holds up the pack in his non-coffee hand. “Thanks, I won't forget this.”

Later in the day lunch rush came and went. You handled it with grace. Idly, you wipe down the counters and machines as a familiar curly haired man with soft eyes pops his head into the cafe. 

“Steven!” You greet. “Two coffee kind of day, huh?” Abandoning the towel on the counter, you meet him at the till.

“No, actually. Although this morning- ing’s coffee was the highlight of my day. You know, cause we got in a new shipment of Taweret bobble heads, all the springs, they get stretched and uh such.” He trails off in his ramblings chucking nervously and dissociates for a few seconds, eyes trained on the counter. 

Mumbling something about how the heads just don't bobble right after that. You lean against the counter and wait for him to gather his thoughts, an amused look on your face.

“Right, sorry. Brain’s a bit foggy today.” He chuckles nervously before continuing, producing a small gift shop bag. “I got this, for you. As a thank you for the cookies. They were scrumptious.”

You take the white paper bag and open it to find a small box. You give Steven a curious look as you open the box. Inside was a glittering gold scarab beetle bead, strung onto a just as brilliant chain. 

You gasp. “Oh Steven, this is lovely!” You beam at him, flipping up the counter’s gate, joining Steven opposite the till. “This is worth more than those cookies.”

“Not to worry. I’ve tallied up all the times you gave me something for free, and that one time you got me lunch when mine fell into the janitor’s bucket. And between you and me-” he leans in. “Saving me the embarrassment of fishing it out in front of those secondary school blokes is worth more than anything in that shop.” He nudges your arm gently.

You make an attempt to clasp the necklace, your fingers not as nimble as they should be for your type of hobbies. 

It slips from your grasp directly into his palm. “Oh, so sorry. A bit ham-fisted.” You apologize. “You mind?”

He cocks his head to the side squinting a bit as he ponders what you mean. You can see when it clicks, his mouth falls agape slightly, his face flushes, and his eyes widen just a hint. His mouth moves as if it had gone dry. 

He clears his throat. “Oh- yes, I mean no. I don't mind. Ahem.” 

You turn your back to him. He wipes his palms on his trousers quickly before draping the necklace over your chest. You can feel the heat coming off of his hands when they ghost your skin. He crinkles his eyebrows together as he watches the lobster claw clasp.

“All done.” He lets out a strangled breath, dropping his hands to his sides. 

You turn, the sun coming in through the high museum windows shine across your torso. Illuminating your eyes and the scarab sitting just below your shirt collar. You toy with the bead and pay him another thank you.

He nearly trips over his own feet on the way out, not breaking eye contact with you as he walks out the door backwards bidding you adieu. 

The following Monday was your first shift for the month of February. You had decided it was time to do your annual decorating for the cafe. As long as it wasn't offensive and wasn't coming out of the museum's pocket, management didn't seem to mind. Security let you in early as long as you slipped them a few treats here and there. It was a symbiotic relationship. The sun has barely begun to peek above the horizon when you set up in the cafe’s lobby. 

Pink and red construction paper, scissors, markers, and a stapler sit sprawled out on one of the tables as you make chains and various paper crafts to use as decoration. This kind of work was meditative for you. Even if it meant coming in off the clock, it was something you liked doing. You played quiet music from your phone as you hung decorations. Paper lovehearts with the classic sweetart candy sayings on them. Paper chains accompanying them. You taped hearts to the entrance and windows. Just before opening, you stock the new souvenir plush dolls, a heart character holding a cafe branded mug. 

Steven entered the museum rubbing sleep out of his eyes. That's when he spots you, the morning sun gracing your features under your visor. His eye catches the necklace glittering in the light and it puts the biggest smile on his face. Secondarily to you he notices the new decor as he walks up to the cafe. He speaks first. 

“Mornin’ innit.” He smiles wide. “Love what you did with the place. All so… festive!” He compliments.

“Mornin’, yeah I’ll tell you what Steven, I am really proud of it.” You nod, admiring your handiwork. “The usual?” You ask.

He answers with a nod, continuing conversation. “Marvelous, really.” He looks at the dangling decorations. “You don't happen to have any extras do you? I’d love to jazz up the giftshop.”

You make his coffee and place it on the counter. He pays. “No, sorry, these were hand made for the store. However, I could assist you in making more?”

Steven smiles softly, fiddling with the strap of his satchel, his eyes downcast and he stumbles over his words. “Uh, I mean, yeah. If you’d like to of course. No pressure.”

He meets you with those puppy-like eyes when you say yes. “My shift ends at noon, how about I swing around then, yeah?” 

The end of your shift comes quickly. You excitedly make your way to the gift shop. Steven sees you first and makes an effort to smooth his hair and clothing, nervously looking around for anything unsightly. He notices an unkept stack of papers near the checkout, and unskilfully blocks them with his body, some of the papers blowing onto the floor. He nudges them under the desk with his heels as you enter the Egyptian wing’s gift shop area.

“Uh, hi. Welcome. To the gift shop.” He trails off as you approach. 

“Yes, Steven, I've been to the gift shop before.” You nod, turning to look at the aforementioned bobble heads, toying with one of them.

Steven takes this moment to quickly clean up the mess he made before you turn around. He shoots back up. You jump slightly at his sudden appearance. 

“Christ.” You clutch your chest playfully. “Careful Steven, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry sorry. I'm just excited, honest.” He leads you to the back office where they kept the stock. “This is where we can work with limited interruptions. Donna's gone. She will be missed.” 

"Heaven's, did she pass?” You ask, hand over your mouth.

“Unfortunately not.” Steven mutters under his breath. 

“What?”

“She’s gone home for the day, migraine.”

You laugh quietly at his antics and spread out the decor making supplies on the table in the centermost of the stone walled room. “Did you want the same decorations as the cafe?”

“Your designs are just brilliant, but I was thinking we infuse it with history.” He gestures in the air with his hands in a picture this motion.

“What was love like in ancient Egypt?” You asked, settling into a chair. Resting your cheek in your palm.

Steven’s eyes lit up like you had just asked the million dollar question and he knew the answer. Your attentive demeanor adds to his eagerness. 

“Oh you’ve never seen the likes of this before-” His eyes fall to yours and he pauses for a split second before looking away and continuing. “Love can be finicky, innit?” He wrings his hands together. “Throughout all cultures. I mean it can get brutal. If you're familiar with the legend of Horus.” He looks at you for confirmation.

You had taken a visit to the ancient Egyptian wing many times before and were familiar with the basics. You give him a nod encouraging him on. 

“Like many cultures, marriages were arranged but not all of them were loveless.” He adds. “The Artifacts found at the workers' village of Deir el-Medina depict love poems and songs. Turning mundane tasks into metaphors for love.”

“Do you have any examples?” You ask.

“Ive actually been collecting a few translations.” He rummages through his satchel and takes out a note book. 

“This one was collected from Papyri at the aforementioned Deir el-Medina.” He reads the excerpt aloud.

“Finally I will drink life from your lips and wake up from this ever lasting sleep. The wisdom of the earth in a kiss and everything else in your eyes. I kiss her before everyone that they all may see my love.”

“Wow, that's beautiful.” You nod, thoughtfully. Thinking about the type of love and devotion people from thousands of years ago also experienced. 

“I had to do excerpts as some of these get a little racy, yeah? Lots of themes of devotion. Listen to this one.” He flips the page in his notebook and begins to read again. 

“Earth trembled as you passed by,  Turning everything sacred as you walked. And you set your blue eyes upon me for the first time,  speaking at me with the depth of the night  ...like a nightingale who doesn't need its wings to fly. What a blessing it is to be worthy of your look. I have seen rain on the desert,  and all impossible things coming true. All of my prayers carry your name.  I wish to be pure so that I can desire you”

You fall into a sort of trance as he reads, your eyes finding that comfortable spot. His voice was so soft and sincere. Like he had felt all of the emotions the author of the note had. Like they spoke through him.

You get an idea.

“Got it. Imagine this.” You fish a sketchbook out of your bag and draw up a model of an aged piece of paper with the poem written down pasted to a love heart. 

“One side, the language it was translated from and the opposite side the translation, it could be a fun little interactive. I'll paste it to a love heart so it'll be an educational tool as well as festive!” You pitch excitedly.

“That sounds bloody lovely!”

You and Steven spend the rest of his work day making decorations and periodically hanging them, while he helps the occasional patron. By quitting time the two of you were thoroughly pleased with your hard work. The gift shop was festive and educational, something Steven  thought was really important. 

When he walked you to your car, you invited him over to your flat for dinner. You had never cooked vegan before that night, but tried your hardest for Steven. It was delicious by all means. He brought a bottle of wine. You really get to know each other. You learn of his increasingly concerning sleep routines. He learns about your habitual teeth grinding. A friendship in full bloom. Something else, budding.

Then comes February 14th. Valentine’s day. Neither you nor Steven worked that weekend. You knew he’d be over, he had no date to speak of. Neither did you. You spent the bulk of the day baking heart shaped cookies and attempting a vegan version of a recipe in your old family cookbook. 

Your heart leaps into your throat as you set down the needle on your favorite jazz record. A knock is heard at the door. You questioned why you felt suddenly nervous. You and Steven regularly had dinner together. Tonight was no different than any other night really. Just a bit more colorful. You took a deep breath as you peered through the peephole. 

Standing there, his hair fixed. A blue jumper. Flowers and a heart shaped box in hand. Steven Grant stood there with a flush accompanying the smile on his face. You open the door, inviting him in. 

“Looking sharp.” You chuckle, cheeks hot at the fact that you didn't really dress up for the occasion. 

He hands you the bouquet of roses. Looking closer now you can see they aren't real roses but the handmade rolled fabric kind. Your chest immediately feels tight, the work he must've put in. 

“Steven did you?”

“Yep, got myself a couple burns, but it was worth it.” Quickly, he corrects himself. “Not that you weren't an excellent teacher, I'm just a tad clumsy with the glue gun.” He chuckles, running his fingers along his jaw nervously. “But you like it? I made a bit of an educated guess on the color. I'm not sure if you like that color but I saw it was your phone backgrou-”

“Yes, I love it!” You interrupt pulling him in for a hug. 

He hugs you back, box still in hand. This hug was longer than a usual hug between the two of you. Not by more than a fraction of a second but it felt heavy. Not in a bad way, but emotionally charged. He unintentionally melts at your touch. 

Bringing the box back in front of him, addressing the heart shaped elephant in the room. “Here, open it.” He grins, his lips twitching as he smiles, clearly shaken by nerves.

Carefully you open the box, you let out a breath and smile wide. A mixed wave of relief and disappointment wash over you. Inside the box were two museum ID’s labeled “Festivity Director” with your respective faces on them. 

“Had those printed yesterday.” He cheeses. “Now we are officially recognized in our very important roles.” 

Earlier in the month you had dubbed your duo, jokingly, the festivity directors. Promising Steven you would get together every holiday and breathe some life into the museum. 

“There’s more, keep digging.” He encourages.

Under the badges were two vouchers for an exclusive dinner and show performance happening during the Lunar New Year fest in the West-end. Your eyes light up, you had always wanted to experience the festival but never wanted to go alone. It was a dream come true. 

“You had mentioned wanting to go, so I mentioned it to Kevin in ceramics and it turns out his uncle owns a restaurant on that street. Small world, eh?” Steven crosses his arms, pleased with himself. 

“Steven, I wow, I don't know what to say. Thank you! These gifts were so heartfelt. I'm sorry I didn't buy you anything!” You hold the contents of the box close to your heart.

“All I really wanted was your time but by the smells of it, you have the perfect repayment simmering away on the stove.” He quips, hurrying to the kitchen. 

Lifting the pot lid, he takes in the scent of the steam billowing out of it. “I’ll tell you what, I haven't eaten this good in ages.”

You appear at his side, to offer him a sample spoonful. You blew on the simmering soup and held it out, your hand cupped under to catch spills. Gingerly he took the spoonful with a soft chuckle. Evenings like this with Steven were your most cherished as of late. He looked at you in a way that made your chest feel warm. Made you feel seen and appreciated. 

You were finally close enough to him to give a proper look. Not just the info dumping gift shop clerk, but as the man whose passion and dedication outweigh the most profound artists you could think of. The man who was soft spoken but held the roar of a thousand fires above his throat. 

He hummed with satisfaction, screwing his eyes shut, savoring the flavor with a nod. “Yep, that’s really nice. You, my dear, have out done yourself, yet again.” 

When he opens his eyes, they lock with yours. An invisible string drawing the two of you together. The steam from the pot makes the immediate vicinity a few degrees hotter. 

You blush, turning your face away. His hand finds your chin, urging you to just face him again, It’s your decision, but it was ultimately unanimous. You turned, leaning in, capturing his lips with yours. He melted into you, pulling you close.

The kiss was gentle, his lips were soft, as if he put on chapstick a few minutes ago. The thought was endearing, causing you to smile. You feel the corner of his lips raise before you open your eyes and see that he was absolutely beaming. A look you only see when he was deep in the lore of ancient Egypt. A passion you'd only believed true in ancient myths and fables. Had entered your life through Steven Grant.

Finally I will drink life from your lips and wake up from this ever lasting sleep. The wisdom of the earth in a kiss and everything else in your eyes. I kiss her before everyone that they all may see my love. And when her lips are pressed to mine I am made drunk and need not wine. When we kiss, and her warm lips half open, I fly cloud-high without beer! His kisses on my lips, my breast, my hair… …Come! Come! Come! And kiss me when I die, For life, compelling life, is in thy breath; And at that kiss, though in the tomb I lie, I will arise and break the bands of Death.

Masterlist | Valentine’s Week Marathon

[1800-l0g4n]

moon knight ship stuff that I’ll likely never finish

[aoiveae-monsters]

HALLOWEEN WITH THE MONSTERS!

Including Mothman, Dullahan, Yautja and Khonshu

Edid: Finally a real note. Just a Post of my beloved silly skrunkles. Also for Khonshu's part I used witch reader from the headcanons I wrote for him before because I just felt like it.

Mothman

- He has seen humans celebrate halloween before but didn't quite understand it, always wonderd why humans tried to mimic other monsters.

-Once you properly explain it to him, and talk about free food- he's hooked. His antenna stand straight and he goes to put on a white blanket to go as a ghost Trick or Treating.

-He could already go without a costume but he looks so cute and happy in his little white robe, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.

-You go around everywhere and he does the most adorable chirb when he says "Trick or Treat", almost everyone gives him extra candy because it's that cute. The sweet old Lady next door gave him a full bucket of candy and his antenna did a cute little wiggle.

-He munches himself into a sugar rush with all the candy he eats. Also he hand feeds you candy. Still in his costume too. By end of it all you got a chonky moth in a ghost costume, happily purring as you rub his belly.

Dullahan

-Come on, Halloween is one of his fav times of the year. He get's to walk around freely, get candy and scare people shitless! He even made you a matching outfit to his.

-You'll both be riding on his steed, scaring unasuming mortals. Sapphire Flames erupting as he let's out a wicked laugh, terrifying anyone he sees.

-Sometimes he'll put his head somewhere for a person to pick up and then igniting his eye sockets, giving the poor someone a heart attack.

-Other than that he'll gallop the streets with you, drawing the attention of other halloween goers, drinking up all the praise he get's for his "costume". Will do tricks like taking his head off in front of everyone. Let's the children even play with with, creating dancing figures with his flames.

-In the rare event he meets another Dullahan, he'll talk for ages with them and do some duo pranks. The horses will just chill with you, judging their riders.

-Like a real Gentleman he comes back with his head filled to the brim with the candy, all for you. He won't answer any questions about how he got it...

Yautja

-It was suprisingly easy to get your mate to celebrate halloween. He's mostly excited to adorn you in the bones of the beasts he hunted.

-He's purring the entire time you put on your costume, the skull of a xenomorph being your mask.

-He himself puts on something, some giant jagged bones. Sharpening his claws and showing off his face. You two will have all the eyes on you.

-If you wanted candy however, you could have simply asked him to get you some, your mate loves to spoil you, but if Trick or Treating is what you want than you shall have it. He can never say no to you.

-With him by your side, you get aalllll candy. After getting the sweets going to horror maze is a MUST. He doesn't get scared but he puffs up with pride whenever you get spooked and cling to him.

-Lowkey he scares the workers there. Some other people there think he works there and fan over him.

-By the end of it all you turned him into a halloween fan, he cannot wait for next year, but before the night ends there is one last thing you two need to do...going on a hunt!

Khonshu

-The God of the Moon wasn't too interested in your mortal holiday. Yet somehow, you managed to convince him to go with you, manifesting him in a corporeal form. So that's why you asked him to teach you the magic to invoke entities...

-But you did go through all the hard work to summom him into the material plane, he can't bring himself to say no to his favorite human. And it has been centuries since he last walked the earth with mortals.

-Okay fine, you did it, you got your oh so great and benevolent god to acompany you during this wicked night. Steve and Marc are beyond impressed with your skill to make Khonshu do anything you want.

-Surprisingly enough though, you didn't have to say anything about Khonshu needing a new look, all his idea. After all, the god has decided that since he'll walk among mortals after so many years, he might as well dress for the occasion.

-Pale bandages and golden crescent moons get replaced with black robes that shine like the stars and are adorned with blood red moons. He looks a little like a Vampire.

-Old Birb Man mantifests some fangs after you said that, threatening to take a sip out of you.

-He even dresses you up himself, whatever costume you had before will be changed to make you look worthy to be a god's consort. All will look upon you with awe. Only the best for his beloved star.

-You walk the streets together, the witch and their terrifying patron drawing the eyes and adoration of everyone.

-Daddy Khonshu decides to go even extra and cause a Blood Moon, with a jack'o-latern face filling the celestial body.

-He puffs up when people compliment him, ah yes, how he missed the worship of mortals. Hand feed him the candy you got and he'll coo about how a perfect human you are, his best accolyte. That's how you find out about Khonshu's massive sweet tooth

-However manifesting Khonshu for so long takes it's toll on you, invoking a deity upon the material plane is quite a lot of work. Khonshu already plans to reward you plenty for not only for letting him walk among the earth again but also feel the joy of halloween.

-The night ends with you getting usherd to bed, face lovingly carresed before Khonshu dematerializes.

-While all gaze upon a grinning blood moon.

[cyyfann09]

Welcome to MCU, Wade

[afrogirl3005]

After seeing the last ep

[araneol]

I have so much to do but all I want to do is sit on his face

[blueflowerhat]

just found something on twitter.

dont judge me

it was someone giving a dude a handjob and the moans sounded so much like Miguel/Oscar.

hope this blows up cause i want the writers to go crazy on this

edit: heres the link🤐

https://twitter.com/RuinedOrgasmV/status/1691949960768700857?t=r6i21ws3uxEteBJZm271ow&s=19