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➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ᴍɪɴᴇ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — he's gotten awfully close , thank god you didn't know much better . at least , that was good news to him .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — dark trojan [ read at your own risk ! ]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd, constructive criticism is welcomed . comments and reblogs are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.7k

you've been working with steven at the museum for quite a while now. him, still a gift shop-ist and you a new guide for the greek exhibit. at first steven was jealous how they easily gave away the position of tour guide but when he passed by your group during your first month when donna made him do inventory, he was hooked.

you were smart and passionate, fun and easygoing. plenty of the people you guided had questions to ask that you readily answered, both from adults and children. usually the former are quiet, uninterested in the old history but you had a way to charm people, steven was no exception.

so he made the effort to befriend you. approaching you more until it was you who would seek him out during lunch. on days you were able to leave early, you'd join steven doing inventory because donna got mad at him again for being late. as per usual.

"you don't have to stick around f'me love, i'm used to it." earthy browns would look at yours through curly bangs, sheepish at having held you back from going home early. "i know i don't... but i want to."

and that was when he had truly fallen in love with you. if you can even call that love. steven was obsessed, he was obsessed with your kindness, with your knowledge. he wanted that all to himself. how can he not when you readily give it when he comes by to ask for your time. you were so nice, so good, so beautiful... he hopes you like what he has planned for you.

he began following you in and out of work, uncaring he loses sleep. not that he gets that many hours in anyways. he followed you for months until he has learned your routine outside your house, after that he learned how to break into your place and get to know you even better in the comforts of your home. he steals a few things, a spoon you used that day, a shirt buried underneath your laundry, a pair of panties from your freshly folded ones... some he returns and others, well let's just say they became a permanent part of his collection of you.

he worships the things you own, treats them like fine china. most of the time that is. he uses them to his pleasure other times, unable to hold back. your smell would linger on the items he'd steal and he'd sniff it until it disappears, replaced by his own. then he'll clean them up (he bought the same laundry detergent just for this case) and return them. most of them.

nearly a year into your friendship, steven asked you out for a simple hang out at the park, saying he found a nice spot for a picnic just you and him. unaware of his true intentions, you had agreed.

at first it had gone well, you and steven chatted and chatted, eating the sandwiches you had prepared until he handed you a glass of lemonade did it start going downhill. half an hour after your brunch you started feeling sluggish, your mind hazy and muddled. you don't notice steven grinning in joy, knowing that his plans were finally coming into fruition. he had drugged your drink, enough to weaken your muscles for you to go down without a fight and then... light's out.

oh how long did he wait for this moment.

"oh love, i've wanted you for so long... ever since i passed by your first tour i've been madly in love with you d'you know that? of course you didn't silly me." he circles your weakening body, struggling to stay awake, struggling to hear him. "w-why?" was the only thing your lips were able to get out in your fight to stay conscious, alarm bells ringing in your head at steven's approaching figure.

he grins a cruel, wicked grin when you're finally unable to hold yourself up, lying limply on the blanket he had all but spread out and you looked like a masterpiece to him at that moment. like a fallen angel in your pretty white dress, hair spread out before you like a beautiful halo. like a painting, like art had come to life, you were so, so beautiful. you were gorgeous in his eyes and you always will be.

"why? well... i can't stop thinking how perfect we would be together."

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➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɴɪᴇ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — what happens when you take hostage the partner of a person known to be extremely dangerous and extremely violent?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — mild dark trojan [ read at your own risk ! ]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.8k

jake can get unhinged sometimes. there's only one thing that sends him flying and it's danger. when it comes to the other boys, he's quick to act and won't hesitate to kill anyone but you? oh their sweet little girlfriend, for you he will take his time, draw out the deaths of anyone who dares do you wrong.

for you, he'll bask in the afterglow of getting his knuckles bloody for you.

there came a time when moon knight was a danger to those around them, to you. just because harrow was dead and ammit was sealed didn't mean his followers stopped. they were still scattered across the globe, some of them people with power and access to a lot of things, weapons and information alike. and what they got their crummy hands on was you. and nothing sets jake off more than you in harm's way.

with a new resolution to save you, jake swears to rip and break off the hands that dared touch even a single hair on your head.

all he sees is red as he kills and kills anyone that gets in the way of him saving you. marc tried to force him into the backseat but his lust to see them bleed and to rescue you was so strong it's marc that's reeling back from the intensity of it all. steven tried talking some sense to him but it all fell under deaf ears. nothing, and i mean nothing, will get between him as his mission: saving you.

he stabs a man on the side of their neck, using their corpse as a shield from the rain of bullets firing at him before picking up a discarded gun on the ground to fire back. all he felt was an all encompassing, soul consuming rage, the need to save you even stronger as he hears your voice much clearly now, you were close and so was your screams.

it gave him all the more reason to put a hole in the heads of every person he comes across in this base somewhere in guatemala. ammit's worshippers were either crazy or stupid for trying to target khonshu's avatar by getting you. maybe both.

don't they realize how they would have suffered an easier death instead had they not taken you hostage? but this was still mercy for the way he was sending them off to the afterlife in a quick and painless way. the one who he'd savor killing would be the person who had orchestrated your kidnapping.

jake painted the walls and floor red. it stained his clothes and split open the skin of his knuckles but it will be all worth it once you're back and safe in his arms. after that, he'll never let anyone else touch you again. (he'll even lock you up if he has to.)

the only thing standing between him and you was this steel door but that wouldn't be the case for long as he pushes the heavy weight open and sees you, strapped to a chair until your wrists and ankles were raw from the squirming you probably did, blood flowed down the side of your head and your lip was bust open.

no words could ever describe the look on his face. it was simply pure and unadulterated anger as he finds himself already over the other side of the room with his hand wrapped around the neck of your assaulter. there's only searing hot fury in his eyes and body as his fingers tightened their hold around his neck.

he didn't kill him, oh no. not yet. he jake will make sure he meets his maker but for now, he needs to tend to you. freeing you from your restraints and into his embrace as he proceeds to kiss you and every injury on your face. there will be hell to pay. jake will make sure of that.

"are you okay, mi vida? did he do anything else to you? i'll kill him. tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost. te amo mi amor, if there's something he did to you, we'll do to him tenfold okay? we'll kill him, you'll get to end him so he pays for what he did to you and your beautiful face. anything for you, anything."